Later, that Night

Diana and Lisa shared the same house. Well, apartment really. It was cheap, practical, and near to the college in which they spent a lot of their time. It wasn't much to look at from the outside, or even from the inside if they were honest with themselves. They'd done their best to tidy it up, but what could they really do that would get rid of thirty years of gentle neglect? It looked like exactly what it was. The sort of place people lived in until they could find somewhere better.

Still, neither of them cared too much about that right now. They were sitting in the living room, at the side of the table, both peering down at the notebook. It lay on the varnished wood, so innocent seeming and yet so powerful. Diana felt like she had the power to change the world in her hands, probably because she did. Lisa's test earlier had proved it. When they had gotten home, they'd checked their clothes, and both had found the underwear that they had been wearing that day, clean and pressed, as though they had never donned it. This clenched it, the notebook hadn't merely vanished their clothes, it had made it so they had never put them on in the first place.

"It changed history." Lisa said.

"In a small way." Diana countered. "We don't know how strong this is."

"We know it shouldn't be able to do it at all." Lisa said. "Magic notebooks, sis. Did you ever think you'd find something like that outside of Harry Potter?"

"Not particularly." Diana admitted. "Now we need to decide what we're going to do with it."

"We could test it some more..." Lisa said, a bit uncertainly. "We don't know how powerful it is... we should try to figure it out... do a bunch of small things, and see if it's able to fulfil all of them, or if it has priorities, and if it does, which ones it thinks are more important."

"What kind of small things do you have in mind?" Diana asked, shooting her sister a knowing look. Lisa flushed red for a moment, her eyes darting everywhere and anywhere but her twin's face.

"Well...I don't know about you.... but I've always wanted to...um....to maybe do a bit more...you know....uh, sexually..." As she spoke, she turned redder and redder, until she almost looked like she wanted to hide her face.

"Doing more?" Diana asked. "What do you mean by that?"

"You know what I mean!" Lisa said. "I know you feel the same way! We talked about it once, remember? A few years ago?"

"Was I drunk?"

"Possibly...? Doesn't change what you said, though. Look, Diana, this notebook is our chance. With it, we can do whatever we want. Maybe we want to do something really big later, but for now, why not just use it to enjoy ourselves a little? We can always erase any rules after we're done..."

Diana said nothing for a long moment. Her eye turned from the notebook, to her blushing, spluttering sister, and then back to the notebook again. She was, in spite of herself, intrigued. Though, she was seen as the more refined, composed one by most of her family, Diana did indeed have the same sort of streak in her that Lisa did. She just repressed it. Now, she was having the chance to indulge it like she had never imagined would be possible. Ideas danced through her head, making her slowly bit her lip, a hint of colour rising to her own cheeks as well. It was stupid and petty to use such a power in this manner, but part of her wanted nothing else than to do so.

"Come on, sis. let's have a little fun at least...?"

Diana sighed.

"Fine, fine." She said, though she almost could not believe what she was agreeing to. "We can each set one rule, and no more. After we figure out how that rule effects the world, then we can maybe do more."

"One rule?"

"One rule."

"Aww." Lisa pouted, but many years together had rendered Diana cruelly immune.

"All right then..." Lisa said, taking hold of the book, and grabbing a pencil. "My turn first!"

She took up her pencil, and started to write.

''New Rule: There exists the position of College ****, which is considered legal and acceptable by society. It is mandatory that each college has at least one such ****. College Slaves are given over to a master, and must do as that person instructs or be punished. This position exists only during college hours, before or after such times, no one remembers it, and any photos or videos taken of them will also be forgotten. In order to become a college ****, a female student must fail a class wide test which is given every year. Tomorrow is the date of that test.''

She drew back her pencil, and looked down at the paper, considering for a moment as she read what she had written. Then, she nodded, though still blushing a bit.

"W-what do you think?" She asked, stuttering only a little. "It's...um, something, isn't it?"

"That it is." Diana nodded, a little bit taken aback. "You know what this means, right?"

"Of course." Lisa said. "But I can't help it. I've always wanted to do something like this..."

"I see..." Diana sighed, brushing her hair from the side of her face and twisting it around her finger. "Well, in that case, I suppose I can't really stop you, but make sure you don't write yourself into a corner."

"If I did, you'd bail me out anyway." Lisa smirked at her older sister.

"True." Diana said. "Now give me the rulebook, it's my turn to write."

Lisa did as she was asked, pushing it across the table to her twin and passing her the pencil as well. Diana looked down at it for another minute. Then, she shook her head.

"I'll do mine later." She said. "Yours was a bit stronger of an effect than I had anticipated."

Lisa giggled nervously at that.