Anna, a petite twenty year old

You are Anna, a twenty year old woman. You're on the shorter side, at 5'3, and your figure has been 'lovingly' called a stick. While it's easy to see that you do have some assets ('It's definitely a B-cup! Stop implying I'm stuffing my bra!'), there's not a person alive who would take you seriously in a fight when you barely touch on 45kg soaking wet. You live in a small town in the middle-of-no-wheresville called Ferrethills, in the grand Murik Republic. You stopped into this coffee shop before your mother inevitably drags you to church once more, eager to get something to wake up. Well, this notebook is definitely what you'd consider a good 'wake-up call'.

However, you still consider the possibility that, despite feeling awake, you're still half asleep and just dreamed the change. So you quickly down your coffee and try to do some subtle breathing exercises. After a few minutes of this, you still find that the barista is topless. Definitely not a half-sleep delusion. Well, it seems your 'joke' entry has come true. Not having a thing in the world against the barista, you quickly erase the rule. As soon as you erase the first word, the rule has already been broken and you watch as the rest of the words fade away without help of the eraser. You quickly look up at the barista, but you're disappointed to find that the barista's top has long since returned and you missed your opportunity to observe the process this time.

That's when your phone alarm goes off, warning you to start heading to church so you're not late. Of course, you're not that interested in going, but your mother would complain until you're punctual again, and then for a week longer. The last time it happened, you avoided her at every opportunity for nearly two months before the hassle of it all brought you to give in once more.

Silencing the alarm, you begin to pack up, when you freeze. You just got the Rulebook. Perhaps you don't have to go any more? Quickly, you make your decision to...