Old Rule: Every female in the city is at the very least, healthy and has something pretty about them.

Daring to re-work the makeup of reality once more, you pull down your pencil.

But this time, instead of stopping at the school, you decide this would be a benefit to anybody. For the first time you expand your parameters.

Old Rule: Every female in the city is, at the very least, sufficiently healthy and has at least one pretty, cute, or hot aspect about them that makes them physically attractive.

Then, closing the book, you tuck it back into your backpack when, suddenly, because you weren't looking, you accidentally bump into the big girl from earlier. You step back to apologize, then shift your eyes to look at her, and inadvertently end up hanging your jaw open.

"Watch it." She eyes you warily, her dark brown hair hanging cleanly over said eye. Or at least, you think it's her. In her place is a girl. But this wasn't -- yet was -- the same walking crowd cleaver as before. Your jaw picks up slowly as you look her up and down. She is now a still somewhat chunky girl, but much trimmer than before, yet with a tight compactness to her body that turned all of that heft to a decent set of curves and thick, smooth legs and arms. Lesions gone, wrinkles non-existent, as well as acne. And her boobs -- her boobs were nice and fleshy looking, resting as they were on top of her forearms; now spilling out not nearly the amount of skin you wish it did behind that tight halter top. And her face was now much more sculpted and photogenic, with sharp eyes and a very visually pleasing complexion. This was the same girl form before -- only now, a thick, mouth-smacking beauty.

"You turned freakin' hot!" You pop your hands over your mouth at the blunt release, but the girl only looks at her friend, who you just now notice is also surprisingly cute, probably a little moreso than she had been before somehow, and giggles. They both do.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, kid," she teases as she steps towards you then provocatively leans forward to rest her breasts on your arm then rubbing them up and down, squishing them against you with little subtlety. Suddenly, you feel another warm body and turn to see her friend rubbing against your other side, looking more or less unperturbed by your hand being near her vagina as she simply smiles at her friend. "But if you're in this city, hot girls like us is probably all you're gonna get."

You gulp as the two girls laugh again at their cheeky joke and the other girl tells her friend they need to get going and detach themselves from you. Adjusting your collar, you turn back to see the formerly big boned girl's butt peeking just under her pink skirt, her big legs climbing up to them in a criminally sexy fashion.

It's only as you begin walking once more that you shake your head at the power of the Rulebook. And then additionally thank your stars for the rule from earlier about making everything you said unable to offend people, as you realize that was probably why the two girls didn't actually scold you. It really could come in handy.

As you proceed down the hall, you find your boner growing ever more strained, however. Not only from the nubile, aroma-accompanied flesh and exposing, tight clothing melting around and upon you. But from what seemed to you like a different, even more titillating electricity in the air.

From every girl to the next, the one setting her backpack down on the floor and rearranging her things, to the trio gathered around the middle one's phone laughing at some social media post, to the two nerdy looking dorks playing patty-cake -- all of them looked heart-racingly cute! Or pretty! Or straight up hot! Yes, even the two nerdy looking dorks playing patty-cake!

You find yourself rubbing your own private part now, as you realize you have effectively surrounded yourself with generically cute young women -- with just something about them that made them all attractive. Either their tight, slender legs, their perfect, perky boobs, or their chest convulsing faces -- there was something about being in an area full of girls that was always intoxicating to you, but now you really knew what the effect of having a mob of ladies all attractive in their own right flanking you from every angular degree actually felt like.

Suddenly, you feel your leg being humped and a tight tush sliding against your hip. You turn to see the two dorky looking (but cute) girls from before gabbing away as they walked off and the one on the left giggled, making her big backpack jiggle adorably on her back.

And in this case, you literally are feeling it.

"Spectacular," you laugh in theatrical, intentionally corny disbelief as you dust off your clothes for no apparent reason.

Let it be known, you are looking forward to mingling. Maybe even with a few changes to some rules, too. You've been warmed up for a while, so who knows, maybe it was time for some gratification.

But in the meantime, it is on to...