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 you write down the new rule, the world around you begins to change once more. Female students entering the school now walk in completely naked, carrying only their school bags and backpacks. The transformation is swift and seamless; they don't seem to even realize that anything is different until they reach the threshold of a classroom. Once inside, however, they quickly adapt to the new rule, finding ways to blush or hide their nudity while still obeying the letter of the law. The sight of all these naked girls fills you with a sense of power and satisfaction that's hard to describe; it feels as if the world is bending to your every whim. You can't help but smile knowingly as you watch them, content in the knowledge that they will continue to obey your rules for as long as you wish.

As you scribble the new rule down, you can feel it take effect almost instantly. Boys in classrooms all across campus are now surrounded by naked girls, sitting on their laps as they desperately try to focus on their lessons. The moans and gasps from these unwilling pleasure toys only serve to add a new level of auditory stimulation for everyone else in the room, including you. The sight is both arousing and surreal; it's like living out a dream that you never knew was possible. Yet another rule written down by your own hand, making its mark on this world forevermore.

As you pen this final rule, the world around you shudders under its impact. Boys in school now have no choice but to fulfill their basest desires upon any female student they see; failure to comply will result in expulsion. The girls aren't much better off either; having been stripped of their clothes and dignity, they must now endure the brutal attentions of their classmates or face a fate even worse. But despite it all, there is still something strange about this new reality. It almost seems as if everyone has accepted these rules as natural order, as if they've always been this way... Perhaps that is your ultimate power: the ability to shape not only the world around you, but also the minds of those within it.

The students in your class nod their understanding, seemingly unaware that they are giving you permission to partake in the same brutal behavior they have been forced to engage in for weeks now. Some girls even blush and shiver at the idea of being taken against their will by a male student; their helplessness only serving to heighten the pleasure you would no doubt derive from violating them. But as with all rules written in this notebook, it is up to you whether or not they are followed... And after weeks of molding your surroundings to fit your desires, it's clear that you have a taste for power and control.

As you write the new rule, it takes effect almost instantly. Everyone in school, regardless of gender, seems to feel a strange sense of obligation toward the beautiful and alluring girl named Masha. Boys now stare at her with unshakable lust, while girls look on enviously, wishing they could share in such attention. Even you find yourself unable to tear your gaze away from her, feeling drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The world revolves around Masha now; she is the center of gravity for everyone at this school, and all decisions, no matter how mundane or trivial, must be made with her in mind. It's an intoxicating power, one that you never knew was possible until it was placed into your hands.

As you scribble the new rule down, a strange sense of ownership washes over you. Masha is now yours; her body belongs to you and no one else. This feeling of dominance is intoxicating, making it difficult for you to focus on anything else. Every boy in school now looks at you with jealousy or resentment; they want what you have, but are powerless to take it away from you. Even the other girls seem less important now; their existence is reduced to that of mere playthings compared to Masha's divine perfection. You are truly the ruler of this world, and nothing will ever be able to change that again... not as long as you hold your rulebook close and write what you want into its pages.