Max Valentine, a hormonal lesbian college student

As she saw the Barista's shirt vanish, Max couldn't believe her eyes for a moment. Nobody else had seemed to bat even an eye at this, not even the cute barista herself. Instinctively Max slapped herself, much to the surprise of some of the people around her, but she had to make sure this wasn't some sort of crazy strange dream she was having, but it wasn't. Far as she could tell this was all very real, up to the tiniest details. Before she could think of what to do with it she realized she was going to be late at this rate. Stuffing the book and adjoining pencil into her bag she moved to order, briefly ogling the waitress as she passed her, still mesmerized by what had just happened. Ordering a coffee, Max made her way back outside and continued on her day.

(Max)

By the time she had gotten back to her dorm, Max had almost entirely forgotten about the book until it tumbled out with all of her other stuff as she emptied her bag out onto her bed. There it lay again, that crazy, unbelievable tome. For a moment she considered letting it be, but quickly her brain took over and grabbed it without a moments hesitation. Thinking about how to use it, Max looked at the massive mess sitting on her bed and had a fun idea. Grabbing the pencil that had come with the book, Max wrote down a new rule:

New Rule: Max Valentine's (me) dorm room has a state appointed servant who does any chores that Max does not wish to do herself.

And like clockwork, out of thin air appeared a young man, in his twenties wearing a sort of formal work attire with some sort of government seal on it. Before Max spent any more time looking at him, she quickly edited the rule to specifically appoint a female servant instead. And so it was. The young man transformed into a young woman, about her age, long golden brown locks flowing down to her shoulders and clad in the same official-looking attire. Max was almost a bit jealous of her looks, but she wasn't planning on changing herself anytime soon. Max quite liked her body already, smooth pale skin, medium-length brown curly hair and deep brown eyes. Below her usually baggy clothing hid a rather well-kept athletic figure, with c-cup breasts and what her exes had claimed was a 'gorgeous piece of ass'. Snapping herself out of her thoughts, she ventured into how well this new power worked.

"Could you clean up my bed, pretty please?"

The woman nodded and proceeded to put away Max's stuff, bit by bit and even made her bed, folded her clothes and before long she was standing in a neat and tidy room. However nice this was, it also felt incredibly wrong, putting her to work like this, so Max erased the rule, hoping the woman just went back to whatever reality she was pulled from. Now came the time to really brainstorm this. What grounds rules would she have to lay. First she put down a few organizations she'd want to write rules for at the tops of the pages. It was clear blank just meant general, so all else she did was write down the name of her college, of her city and a few others she thought might be fun. Then she returned to the 'master pages' as she called them, where she could lay down universal rules.

Old Rule: I, the owner of this book, Max Valentine am the only one able to write in it or aware of its existence.

Old Rule: Whenever I write in this book, time briefly pauses and when done it resumes without anyone aware of what just happened.

Old Rule: From here on out, 'I' or 'Max' refers to the owner of this book, Max Valentine.

Old Rule: I am immune to disease and never run the risk of being injured or hurt, and this is normal to everyone.

There, those should cover the basics she figured. Next it was time to see if she could have some fun with it. Many, many ideas raced through her mind but the first thing she wanted to do was to make college life a lot more enjoyable. Flipping to the page of her college, she began to write down just a few pages.

Old Rule: Beachside College is an all-girls college and men are strictly banned from, and even physically unable to enter campus, even as faculty.

Old Rule: 99% of students and staff at Beachside College are bisexual or lesbian.

Then she flipped back to the 'master pages' and wrote down an additional rule.

New Rule: It is socially acceptable for women to be topless whenever and wherever it is acceptable for men.

That was enough for now she figured. There was a lot more that could be done, but taking things too far too fast might have things go out of control. For now she put the book back into her bag and decided to take a stroll to the library, after all its AC had recently broken down during this hot summer, so it was the perfect place to see if her plan had worked. Considering a change of outfit, Max bit her lip as she debated taking on the leniency of the new rule. She wasn't quite ready to fully go it topless in front of so many people, but instead pulled off her tank top and bra and put on a loose button-up, but didn't close it. Her stomach was fully exposed and the sides of her chest peeled into view between the two sides of her shirt. With eager anticipation she stepped out into the hallway.

On her way to the library she hadn't yet noticed anyone topless, but the complete gender overhaul was clear as day. Where previously the student body was predominantly male, it now consisted of an all-female cast, in every shape and size. Even trans girls, which she was glad the book didn't distinguish in. Mind rushing with anticipation, she strode briskly over to the library, making sure to keep her shirt from blowing open. Walking through the heavy glass doors, Max was immediately greeted by a wonderful sight. The library receptionist, now an older woman in her early 50's sat there, her blouse cast aside and her black lace bra struggling to contain her chest. Behind her there weren't many students, to Max's disappointment. It was only natural that not many people would want to come here when it was this scorching hot in here. But she did spot a few people.

One that particularly caught her eye was someone who she knew from before her gender flip of the school, a red-haired girl notorious for her bitchy behavior. She was part of the College's biggest sorority, one that was known to contain the worst of the worst. Whereas this girl, Madeline she was called, was usually oozing with confidence and raw evil, she was now slightly flustered, chest out in the open and sweat running down her forehead. This gave Max a fun idea. Quickly opening her book, she noticed that that was enough to stop time around her. Good to know, she thought, before flipping through the book and assigning a page to Madeline's sorority. Once she managed to remember its name, she scribbled down:

New Rule: Anyone who is a part of this sorority must be nice to me at all times, or risk being disbanded.

A tame rule to be sure, but it would be more than enough to get what she wanted. Putting the book away again, time resumed and Max strode over to Madeline's table, placing herself down on the smooth wooden surface of the table facing Madeline. With a sweet smile she greeted Madeline, who simply threw back a half-hearted smile. Clearly she was going to try to do the bare minimum necessary.

"Hey there Madeline, how are you?" Max ventured.

"Good. Uhm...How about you, Max?" Madeline sounded rather bitter in her words, clearly not enjoying that she had to be nice. Or perhaps she felt embarrassed by having her chest so on display for this girl she disliked so.

"Oh nothing much, just enjoying the nice weather. Say, do you think my breasts look nice?"

Max's heart skipped a beat as she gently moved her shirt aside to reveal her nipples, both of them standing on point from the sheer excitement she was feeling. She saw Madeline's knuckles turn white as it tightly gripped her pen and without looking she simply nodded and said: "Very nice, Max."

Max chuckled. Nice try bitch. "Hey, at least look at them first so I can pretend you're being genuine. Or would you like your little sorority to go up in smoke?"

Begrudgingly, turning slightly pale, Madeline looked up briefly at Max's chest, sending a shockwave of thrill and excitement through her body. The hairs on the back of her neck rose up as she felt Madeline's eyes linger far longer than she would have expected to. Was Madeline...ogling her? Not that she blamed her, she'd gladly have done the same if the roles were reversed of course. Once she realized she was staring a bit too long, Madeline looked away again and after trying to sound genuine she said: "They're lovely, Max."

It was clear that even with the fear of her entire friend group potentially hating her for ruining what their predecessors had taken years to build, Madeline couldn't fully muster to be nice. It seemed further measures had to be taken. Max reached into her bag once more and made time stand still. Flipping to the page assigned to the college, she quickly scribbled in a new rule, as it seemed those rules were at times begrudgingly adopted, with people being able to pass judgement about how right they were.

New Rule: Anyone may be submitted to a 'Tenderness Test' by Max, which requires them to kiss and cuddle Max while she may touch them wherever. Failure to obey will result in a fine of up to two days without clothes. Failing the test may result in expulsion, up to the discretion of Max.

Slamming the tome shut again, Max put it away again and then gently ran a finger over Madeline's soft pale flesh. With a smug expression she looks up at Madeline who is clearly already dreading what may come. Taking her time, Max says, slowly. "You seem pretty distant lately Madeline. I think I'll need to inspect your tenderness to make sure you are still a good fit for this college's environment..."