Exit the coffee shop

You almost can't believe it. You take the note and stare at it, not even acknowledging the girl as you walk away from the counter. As you leave, you can swear you can here the girl quietly sobbing. That's when the realisation of what you just did hits you.

While it feels great to be able to get people to do whatever you want, you feel more ashamed that you just humiliated a girl for what was essentially a free drink. You wonder if you should go back to apologise, but know that seeing the size of your boobs would just make the girl feel even worse. You felt so powerful, due to the rule you wrote about gaining confidence, you didn't stop to think about how awful it must feel to have to go through life with such itty-bitty breasts.

You start to ponder if what you are doing is really the right thing, when you walk outside and are startled to overhear a woman talking on the phone.

"I know right, and that swimsuit that she was wearing. Why the hell would a girl that fucking big even think she could wear a two-piece. It should be a rule that if you're overweight, you have to go out in at least 50 layers."

The woman is playing with her blonde hair, insulting and mocking some poor woman for having the confidence to show off her body, the same kind of confidence you at times wished you had. The same confidence you now had because of your special notebook. You begin to feel a fury build up inside yourself. This isn't like before, humiliating some poor little barista girl. This girl needs to be taught a lesson in respect, and you know just how to teach her.