You just found the notebook on your desk when starting class. As you read the note on the first page you smile in disbelief, but there is a pencil sitting right next to it. What's the harm in trying it out? You open the book to the first page, scrawling the name of the college across the top of it. You ponder for a moment, wondering what to write, before spotting a the cute, redheaded girl enter the class. You put pencil to paper.

"Rule: Female students wear short skirts with no panties"

As soon as the words were written, the world around you seemed to shift. The redhead walking towards you now had a much shorter skirt, so short that it seemed impossible that anyone could wear it in public. But there she was, walking towards you with her legs on full display. Your eyes drifted down her body, lingering on the hemline of the skirt, wondering if you were seeing things. As she passed by you, you couldn't help but notice the absence of any undergarments beneath the skirt. It was true, the rule was real, and this girl was already following it without even knowing it.

You look around the classroom, noticing that every other female student had already adapted to the new rule. Skirts were shortened, panties discarded. Some were blushing with embarrassment, while others strutted around confidently, enjoying the newfound freedom. You couldn't help but feel a sense of power and excitement wash over you. This was only the beginning of what you could do with the notebook. The possibilities are endless.

Current rules:
+ Female students wear short skirts with no panties

As Yeetus, a new female student at the college, you begin to take in your surroundings. You overhear some upperclassmen talking about how great it is that girls are now required to wear short skirts without underwear. "I can't believe they actually made that rule," one of them says with a laugh. "It makes things so much more interesting in class!" Another girl, who you assume must be the president of some sort, agrees. "And it's not just the guys enjoying it either.

As Yeetus continues to voice her opinion about the new rule, the other male students in class turn their heads in your direction, some looking annoyed and others amused. One of them finally speaks up, "Hey, don't complain if you can't handle it. You're just as much a part of this now as anyone else." He motions towards the Rulebook lying on your desk, implying that even though you didn't write the rule yourself, it still applies to you now.

• Female students must be masturbating to speak in class As Yeetus continues arguing about the new rule, a teacher enters the room and begins giving instructions for the day. You notice that all of the female students are already engaged in various forms of self-pleasure, some discreetly under their desks and others quite obviously. The teacher seems to take no notice, focusing solely on writing notes at the blackboard.

As Yeetus flips through the pages of the Rulebook, you come across a new rule added by someone else. It reads: "Female students must be masturbating to speak in class." You hadn't noticed this rule before, as it had been recently added and was still at the end of the book. Your eyes widen as you take in the implications of this rule.

As Yeetus tries to erase the new rule, you discover that all of the rules in the book are written in permanent ink. There's no way to remove or change them once they've been added. You feel a sinking feeling in your stomach as you realize that the rules are here to stay, whether you like it or not.

During the course of class, as each student speaks, they are also required to engage in self-pleasure. The teacher keeps an eye on everyone, making sure no one is slacking off. You find yourself growing more frustrated with the situation, but there's nothing you can do about it now.

The bell rings at the end of class, signaling that it's time to move onto your next class.

As you exit the classroom and step into the hallway between classes, you notice a group of male students huddled around something on the floor. As you get closer, you realize they're looking at the newest addition to the Rulebook, which now lies abandoned on the ground. One of them picks it up and begins flipping through the pages, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Hey, who put this here?" he asks no one in particular.

"I don't know," another student replies, shrugging. "But it's kind of hot, right? I mean, we get to see girls like... that." He motions towards the hallway where a group of female students are walking by, their skirts riding up as they walk, exposing bare legs without underwear. The boys in the hallway can't help but stare.

As Yeetus approaches the group of boys, they turn their attention away from the Rulebook and towards her. "Well," one of them says with a grin, "it seems like someone's not happy about our newfound power." The others chuckle at his words.

"Come on, you guys don't really think this is bad, do you?" another boy asks, gesturing towards the passing female students. They all shrug and grin in agreement. "Besides," he adds with a wink, "it makes things interesting."

"Well, actually..." one of the boys says, looking slightly embarrassed. "It's kind of like what Yeetus said earlier. The world just sort of adjusts to whatever rules are written in that book. I mean, it was like this when we got here." He gestures at his surroundings, indicating that everyone else has already adapted to the new reality.

As Yeetus crouches down and picks up the abandoned copy of the Rulebook, you flip through the pages once more. The most recent addition is still there, the one requiring female students to masturbate in order to speak in class. You feel a mixture of anger and frustration welling up inside of you as you realize just how much power this book gives whoever has control over it.

As Yeetus tries to make changes to the Rulebook, one of the boys named Nathan snatches it away. "Hey, that's not yours," he says defensively, holding onto the book with a tight grip. The other boys in the group step forward as well, forming a half-circle around Yeetus and blocking her path.

As you attempt to push past the boys in order to retrieve the Rulebook, they easily block your path, laughing at your efforts. Nathan glances down at the book in his hands and then back up at you, a sly grin spreading across his face. "You really think you can just change things like that?" he asks mockingly. "The world doesn't work like that."

As Yeetus continues to struggle against the group of boys blocking her path, Nathan shrugs and flips through the pages of the Rulebook. "Well," he says with a grin, "I suppose I could make an exception for you." He scribbles something down on one of the blank pages at the end of the book before handing it back to her.

You take the book from him, a sense of relief washing over you as you flip through the pages, searching for the newly added rule.

As you find the page with Nathan's new addition, you freeze in shock. He hadn't made an exception for you after all. The new rule reads: "Female students must wear a clear plastic bubble around their midsection." You stare at it in disbelief as the other boys laugh at your confused expression.

"What do you think, Yeetus?" Nathan asks with a smirk. "You like the sound of that rule? Or should I change my mind and make it even worse?"

As you attempt to scribble out a new rule, the boys around you close in, their faces twisted into angry expressions. "Hey!" one of them shouts, grabbing your arm and trying to pull the book away from you. The others join in, surrounding you and pushing you back against the lockers behind you.

"Give it up," Nathan says menacingly, his voice low and threatening. "You can't win this."

As you struggle against the group of boys surrounding you, one of them manages to grab the pen out of your hand and toss it across the hall. "There," he says with a cruel smile. "Now you can't change anything." The other boys join in, laughing at your helplessness as they continue to hold you back against the lockers.

Nathan leans in close, his breath hot on your ear. "You should have thought about that before you tried to take what wasn't yours," he whispers maliciously.

"Maybe if you were nicer to us," Nathan says with a sneer, "we might consider it." He glances at one of his friends and nods. The other boy steps forward, leaning in close to you. "But since you're being such a brat..." he murmurs before pinching your nipple hard through your shirt. You yelp out in pain, tears springing to your eyes as the boys around you laugh.

"See?" Nathan says with a satisfied grin. "

Nathan's expression darkens at your words. "Oh, really?" he says mockingly. "And who's going to make us stop?" He glances around the hallway again before leaning in close once more. His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, "You should have thought about that before you tried to take what didn't belong to you."

With a final shove, Nathan pushes you away from him and steps back, allowing his friends to release their hold on you.

As the last words leave your lips, Nathan's face contorts into a mask of fury. Without warning, he lunges forward and punches you square in the stomach. The air whooshes out of your lungs in a painful rush as you double over, clutching at your abdomen. The other boys laugh and jeer as Nathan stands over you, a malicious smile playing across his lips.

"See?" he says with a cruel chuckle. "That's what happens when you cross us."