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 the days go by, the female students adjust to the new rule, making sure they're always in compliance. There are whispers about who is dating whom and which girls have the hottest bodies, but overall there doesn't seem to be any animosity or fighting over the arrangement. In fact, some girls even seem to enjoy the competition.

You watch the girls with amusement and interest as they try to navigate this new reality. Some pair off naturally while others seem more reluctant. You wonder if you'll be left out or perhaps even chosen by someone unexpected...

After class one day, you see the girl with the red hair talking to a male student who you didn't even know was in your year. They seem to be getting along quite well, laughing and joking like old friends. You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as you watch them together. Maybe it's time to make another rule...

The new rule is in place and the students immediately begin to adapt. There are some whispers and awkward glances as everyone tries to figure out their new roles in this twisted game, but no one seems overly upset by it... at least not yet. You notice the redhead girl occasionally looking your way with a mischievous smile on her face. Is she enjoying herself or just playing along? Only time will tell.

As the weeks pass by, you see the effects of your rules not just in class but also in other aspects of students' lives. The redhead girl seems more confident and carefree than ever before; her relationship with her chosen partner has become an open secret amongst the student body, drawing even more attention to them both.

You watch the girl with no partner carefully. She seems to be adjusting well enough to the new rules, but you can tell she's starting to feel a bit left out. One day after class, as everyone else is walking away or talking in groups, you approach her directly. "Hey, I noticed you didn't have anyone chosen yet. You want to be my partner?" you ask casually, holding out your hand for her to shake. Her face flushes red with embarrassment at first, but she eventually nods slowly before shaking your hand firmly. "Sure," she whispers, still looking a bit unsure of herself.

"My name's Emily," she says softly, still trying to hide her embarrassment. "Thanks for asking." You smile reassuringly at her, putting an arm around her shoulders to guide her towards one of the empty classrooms. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all...

Emily flushes even deeper at your comment, glancing around nervously before looking back up at you. "Okay," she whispers, clearly unsure but trying to hide it. She takes a small step closer to you, her body inches away from yours now. "So... do we just do it?" she asks, biting her lower lip anxiously.

Taking a deep breath, Emily slowly lowers herself onto your lap, straddling you as she sinks down onto your hardening member. She gasps softly as their skin meets, eyes closing briefly in relief at the contact before snapping back open with panic when she realizes what they're doing.

As you ask if you can kiss her, Emily hesitates before nodding shyly. She leans in slowly, brushing her lips against yours in a tender yet awkward kiss. It's clear that she's not used to this kind of intimacy and is struggling with the new role she finds herself in. You decide to take matters into your own hands (literally), guiding her movements as you deepen the kiss, showing her how it's done while simultaneously satisfying their physical needs.

Emily looks slightly taken aback by your request but nods nervously. She reaches up to unbutton your shirt and pulls it open, revealing your bare chest beneath. Then she lowers her hands to grip your length, stroking you slowly as she glances between your face and the growing bulge in her hand. It takes a moment of hesitation before she finally decides to obey, lowering her head to take you into her mouth. The sensation is overwhelming for both of you; she's never done this before while he's always fantasized about it happening. As she begins to bob her head up and down on your shaft, moaning softly around your member, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge...

As Emily continues to pleasure you with her mouth and hands, she whispers a quiet promise into your ear: "I'll be yours... yours alone..." Her words send shivers down your spine as your body tenses, the pleasure building up inside you until finally you explode in her mouth. She pulls away slightly, moaning softly at the taste of you on her tongue before looking back up at you with relief and gratitude mixing into a shy smile. "I... I'll be yours," she repeats, voice barely above a whisper as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.