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 soon as you write the new rule, the world around you shifts again. Female students who were previously unaware of your presence begin to notice you, their eyes widening in shock and fear. They hadn't expected such a thing from you, but they know now that they have no choice. As class progresses, you see several of them blushing deeply as they feel hands grab at their clothes or sense something uncomfortable against their body. Their protests fall on deaf ears; the rule has been written and must be obeyed.

The teacher tries to maintain order but can't help but glance in your direction with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. The other male students watch with interest, some visibly excited by the new developments. The female student who was sitting next to you earlier sneaks out of the classroom before you even have time to notice her absence. You smile smugly as you savor your newfound power, knowing that you can change things however you see fit now.

Current rules:

As you leave the classroom in pursuit of the fleeing female student, you notice that other people seem to pay less attention to your presence now. It's almost as if they're so used to following the rules that you write down that they don't even think twice about it anymore. You find her huddled in a corner of the hallway, tears streaming down her face. As soon as she sees you, she tries to scramble away but trips over nothing in particular and falls to the ground with a cry of pain. You smile maliciously at her helplessness before leaning down and grabbing a handful of her skirt, raising it up exposing her underwear-clad bottom for all to see.

"I-I don't know what you mean," she stammers, tears streaming down her face. "I was just going to the bathroom!"

You place a hand on the back of her head and push her face toward your crotch. "I don't think you understand," you growl, as she begins to mouth at your unclothed member, struggling against you feebly. "We have rules now, sweetheart." You glance around briefly before pulling her into the girls' restroom and pushing her face down onto one of the sinks.

"Just make sure no one sees," you say calmly, glancing at the closed stalls as if to remind her of their existence. As she protests weakly, your hand snakes between her legs, forcing two fingers inside her. She winces in pain but doesn't dare to draw attention by making too much noise; after all, it's not like anyone would believe her anyway. Your free hand roughly gropes at one of her exposed breasts before finally relieving itself on the sink next to her head. You lean in closer, enjoying the sight and feeling of your power over her as she helplessly obeys the rules you've written for this world.

As you command her to moan louder, the girl's cheeks flush with shame and fear. Her voice echoes through the otherwise quiet restroom, drawing stares from other girls as they exit their stalls to investigate. They exchange confused glances at the source of the noise before casting nervous looks around the room, wondering if there are any other rules they should be aware of. The knowledge that you hold the power to write down whatever you want and make it truth is intoxicating, empowering you further in your pursuit of dominance over this world.

As you hear her moans getting louder, the power surges through your veins even stronger. You take a step back, admiring your handiwork as she struggles against the sink. The sight of her helplessness and submission only serves to intensify the thrill you get from knowing that these rules are all-powerful now. With a grin, you reach out and roughly slap her across the face before whispering menacingly in her ear: "You like it, don't you?"

You close your eyes and breathe deeply, savoring the sensation as you approach climax. Your hand grips her hair tightly, using it to force her head back down onto the sink. With a groan, you release your seed across her exposed chest and stomach, filling her up with your hot cum. She whimpers softly, tears streaming down her face as she feels you unloading inside of her. Finally, when you're done, you lean back against the door and watch her breathe slowly, trying to compose herself while struggling to hold back the tears.

"There," you say, your voice laced with satisfaction. "I think that should teach you a lesson about following rules." You pause for a moment before adding darkly: "And next time, I won't be so nice."