First, changing up your original rule to make girls more accommodating to your perversion.

As you head forward, something stops you. You take out your rulebook again, staring at it for a while. You are a bit stimulated, and so far the day has been a surreal fantasy. A somewhat subtle one so far, sure, but you didn't mind that kind of thing much. Particularly when you were still a bit too dazed to process any of it.

In any case, looking at the page the notebook was unassumingly open to right under your nose, you decide to replace the first rule. Something in the same ballpark, but a little more organic. Maybe even cooled down enough, just to keep you from being swamped with distraction.

Erasing the sentence in front of the top-most Old Rule on the page, you begin to re-work it with your new, helpful notion, when suddenly, you stop and erase the whole thing entirely.

"Actually," you second guess, "why don't we put this under Reality."

Moving your pencil over, you do exactly that.

New Rule: When interacting with Michael, the owner of the Rulebook, women will, in natural ways, gladly and casually offer him opportunities and invite or ask him to touch parts (or all) of their body, use them, or stimulate himself in any perverse way with them as a focus if they find him attracted to them or something about them. They may attempt to read him and assume what about their selves is turning him on most relevantly at that moment, and from there, invite him to indulge in it or act on it, be it something small and minor, like patting, to a full-blown orgy-style inquiry. Nobody will mind if Michael chooses to 'get off' (aka masturbate) in any way and do so in inconsiderate or inconvenient manners as a result of this, and some may even find this to be a funny or sufficient bonus to his right to perversion towards them.

You tuck away your book, brush your clothes, and adjust your pants accordingly.

There, you think tamely, just realizing the slight cramp that imposed on your joints as you stretched out your fingers. That should do it.

Did it though? Was that really more 'cooled-down'? You cautiously scratch your chin, chuckling nervously. In one way it was a step back but in everything else, it was practically hopscotch. Not gonna lie -- you might have gotten a bit carried away there, particularly at the last part or three.

In your mind, you couldn't help but imagine how this would look to someone from the outside, like your parents. You really are a perverted bastard and you knew it. But... luckily, thanks to this rulebook.... it wasn't against the rules anymore, now, was it?

Though there was only one way to find out...