Meanwhile...

A businessman named Luke Kelvin had entered the cafe and taken a seat. He grabbed a newspaper and under the pretence of reading it was admiring the petite businesswoman at the nearby table whilst he waited for table service. He was a regular and knew what he was going to order.

Luke regarded Christina with a faintly appreciative smile then his eyes flickered to the nervous waitress, hoping to catch her eye. The waitress blushed under his scrutiny as she fidgeted with her apron and tripped, bumping into you.

The patrons all stared in sudden surprise. Unbeknownst to you the rulebook slid across the room and bumped into Luke’s black leather shoe. He frowned, not able to see the book because of your rules but reached down to touch what pressed against his shoe. In that instant he became the owner of the book and you became the former owner, unable to see it.

Luke’s eyes widened as he opened the rulebook and glanced through it, reading your rules. He frowned, not believing it all... yet the book had just appeared from nowhere and that was more than a little strange. And now that he held the book he could sense that things had been changed. He reached into his pocket and produced a pen, unaware that whatever he wrote would be indelible- permanent.

He eyed you as you looked about for the book, unaware of him or that he now possessed the book. - Old rule. All former owners of the rulebook become an extremely petite women but remember reality from before fully. - he wrote and watched you intently, also unaware that if he lost the book his latest rule would affect him. His eyes widened in shock as the rule started to affect you in a very **** and obvious way - at least for Luke and yourself.

That he’d included himself as part of the rule wasn’t your concern at the moment. In that instant the room seemed to expand and you felt a strange pressure all over your body as air caressed it. Your clothing had literally evaporated into thin air leaving you as naked as Chistina. Worse you could feel the weird inversion of your groin and the subtle swell of your chest as tiny girlish breasts plumped out. You felt you hips widen as the inversion continued upwards and outwards. Ovaries. A womb. Hair gently tickled your shoulders as it cascaded out half way to your back. You stared down in shock at your naked, petitely feminine flesh, reading the inverted words on your panties. -Hungry- it read, the words contoured distinctly to the outline of a very female camel toe. Your rounded ass cheeks clenched about a string between them. You wore a skimpy g-string. You were a petite girl!

The waitress continued to blush as she picked up a napkin and dabbed the spilled water from your chest. Your eyes widened in shock at the touch of her hand on your new breast and you stood. She was taller than you! How petite were you?!

Luke frowned and wrote -Old rule. All petite girls are bisexual.- he grinned as the change flowed out and tweaked all the petite girls sexual orientation. That former owner deserved this and watching him - now her -react was priceless.

Christina also stood. “Hey. Hands of my little girlfriend!” She said irritably as the waitress stammered her apologies. Hell even Christina was taller than you! Where the hell was the rulebook!? You had to undo this. You looked about seeing the eyes of patrons on you and the other semi naked girls. Everyone knew and accepted that petite girls were bi and so this little gathering was rather interesting.

“I said I’m sorry...” the waitress said as she turned and fled, face red with embarrassment and ... arousal?

Christina grunted, watching the waitress leave. You noticed that she wore a matching “hungry” g-strong. “Oh god...” you mutter, your voice high and breathy. You try and spot the rulebook.