Gwen (lesbian route)

"Finally some quiet. Shame I have to go to a literal outhouse to get it." Gwen grumbles, closing the confessional door behind her and slipping off her purple panties as she sits on the toilet lid. Her skirt is quickly hiked up and a soft moan escapes her lips as her palm at long last strokes across her soaked pussy.

"Damn girl, you are SOAKED." Gwen chuckles to herself, her moans frequent but quiet as she continues to rub her pussy, making sure to hit her clit on each upward stroke. "The girls here are stunning, and I doubt they even knew I was looking at them so much. Playing up the quiet loner girl helps in that regard. If only I was playing just them and not those silly boys..."

The emo girl doesn't immediately notice the box that appears next to her in this moment, as she has closed her eyes and started grinding her clit with her palm, letting out frantic moans of increasing volume. The box was purple and black and extremely gothic, with a silver key laid on top to open its lock.

"Just need a little..." Gwen finally slips the tip of her pinky into her previously ignored vaginal opening, the insertion being just enough to push her over the edge and into a messy orgasm. Her cum squirts out and splatters the back of the confessional door, the floor, and of course her hand. It takes her a long moment to stop cumming and panting, and when she does she finally notices the strange box sitting next to her.

"... Huh?" Gwen picks up the box, too dazed to think of cleaning her hand but the box pushing down her skirt a bit as she places it on top of her. "Cool box, whoever made this has good taste. But... what?" Desiring answers, she quickly uses her clean hand and the key to open the lock, cracking open the box with a noisy creak to reveal... a notebook with a pure black hard cover. And a purple mechanical pencil laid atop it.

"That's it? Just a notebook?" She opens it curiously and is greeted with a strange message that immediately made it clear this was not just a notebook.

*"**The world runs on rules. Schools and companies have their handbooks. Neighborhoods have their homeowners associations. Even countries have their laws. You spend all day following rules. Wouldn't it be nice if you could be the one writing the rules for once? Now you can. This is the Rulebook. Simply put the name of an organization and write your rules. Any rule you can think of will be followed by everyone in that organization.*

You can write Old Rules and New Rules. People will treat Old Rules casually, like they've been around forever. The world will even change to accommodate Old Rules as you write them. On the other hand, New Rules only go into effect once you've written them down. People will still follow them, but they may express nervousness, embarrassment, excitement, or other emotions about them.

Rules are permanent unless erased, so make sure you're careful what you write with.

Looking onto the next page, Gwen saw more written clearly in ink, making erasing it impossible.

Total Drama Island

Old Rule: All Total Drama contestants are 18 or older.

18? Of course she was 18, no reasonable reality show could cast minors with the crazy stuff they end up having to do. And that wasn't even including the outright sexual ideas currently forming in her head as she had read over the capabilities of this book.... but first.

Old Rule: The confessional is locked when Gwen is inside it.

Click

Gwen looked up from the book, smiling in satisfaction as a lock appeared on the door where one hadn't been before. Feeling more at ease, she leans back and stretches out her legs, resting one foot on the wall and fully exposing her cum covered pussy to the outhouse air. She could clean it sure, but she didn't really feel like in the moment. She was a very horny girl, and with this book she was beginning to see ways she could properly realize her fantasies. Such as...

Old Rule: Total Drama is boys vs girls.

Memories immediately formed in her head of Chris dividing the contestants by gender lines, with many of the boys liking the idea and Lindsay in particular, was annoyed about not being close to the boys. Something she herself was grateful for, given she had no attraction towards them and now had a cabin full of hotties. The names Chris chose, though...

Old Rule: The team names are Limp Loons (boys) and Seductive Sirens (girls).

... were perfect. The boys were predictably annoyed, but Chris simply shushed them and said it was his show. Was it, Chris? Gwen chuckled at the memory, enjoying the feeling of being the one really in charge. And on that note, the boys needed to know a few things as well.

Old Rule: The boys are in chastity cages and cannot make sexual advances on the girls.

New Rule: The last remaining boy becomes a girl and is aware of the change, remembering her old life.

Perfect. Gwen licked the still wet fingers on her hand, tapping the pencil on the book as she finished writting. Now the boys would be unable to do anything unpleasant to her or any of the other girls, and as as added bonus one would join them later. They wouldn't know about the prize of being the last male standing until the end, cause having them know would just ruin the fun. Now, for something to make sure she could take as much time as she needed to make her goals a reality.

Old Rule: Gwen cannot be voted for unless another rule overwrites this one specifically.

There, that should give her plenty to work with. "Now where to take things..." Gwen licks her last finger clean, not having touched the mess on her thighs yet. "... This should make things interesting."

Old Rule: Only girls can write in the Rulebook.

She thought it seemed fun to allow some of the others to write in the book as well, but this would prevent the boys from writing something that threatened her control. And to that end...

Old Rule: Gwen is aware of all rules written in this Rulebook and only she can see this rule.

Old Rule: Anything permanent cannot be used to write in this Rulebook.

Now she'd have an idea what twists her teammates came up with... hopefully nothing nasty gets written in pen. Surely no one would be stupid enough to do that right?

"Couple more things and I think that'll do."

Old Rule: All girls feel a form of attraction to Gwen, taking a form befitting their personalities.

New Rule: All girls are prone to wardrobe malfunctions that expose their most private areas. This can come in many forms, including less conventional ones.

New Rule: Lindsay thinks her boots and bandana count as being fully clothed and is confused when people tell her otherwise.

"That'll do." Gwen smirks a bit, returning the book to its box and after a moment of thought adding her panties to the box as well and locking it. "Why not add a little risk. I got more anyway."

Humming to herself, Gwen leaves the confessional after cleaning up most of the mess she had made. The camp was mostly empty, although she did pass Izzy on the way to the cabin and catch a glimpse of a nipple sliding out of her top. She said nothing but was glad to see it was all working, and then as she opened the door to the girls cabin...