Ah, my Family. (Highschool, age 18)

You drive home an hour later than you should have, distracted with the power of the Book. Your Mom wasn't one to worry if her boy was gone for too long, but you needed a quiet place that you 'controlled' in order to muck about with the book more. Idle thoughts about giving yourself a sister, or making your Mom into a horny milf, or even making your Dad into another Mom flitted through your head for a bit. You placed all of those as a solid maybe. What you really needed to see now is if Old Rules could affect the actions leading up to you writing them and if there was a way to alter Book itself, even with its restrictions.

You park in the driveway, locking your slightly better than shit car and walk in. Your mom, a slightly frumpy bottle-blond is dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt showing off her impressive breasts. You had really never taken the time to notice her in a womanly way, never seeing her as anything other than a mother. She was a damn good one too, in your (slightly less than) humble opinion. She quit the work **** for a long while to stay at home with you, while your Dad worked double shifts to make up the weight. Now her and your father were working together in a small business with three of their friends.

However, that never stops your Mom from being the best and waking you up each morning when you're on vacation, so you don't fuck yourself over at the start of school. Being 18 years old didn't change that, and you're not sure what will. You certainly like it, so you're not about to go devising ways to stop her. Your Dad, while not being the coolest ever, is a somewhat avid comic book nut. Being a manga enthusiast yourself, you two can understand each other better than some of your friend's parents do them. Especially when you were younger and he sold some of his mint collectors editions that he had from when he was a kid to help pay the bills.

Still, they're not perfect by any stretch. Your Mom can get a bit hover-Mom-ish whenever you do anything strenuous, and your Dad tends to be conked out on the bar for an hour or two after he comes back home. His previous double shift lifestyle a habit that he was slowly breaking out of. It used to be that outside the weekends you hardly saw him. There were other small annoyances that you had with your parents, but nothing you could really fault them for. More than anything, you had to be careful with your Rulebook so that you don't change them... too much.

Might make a nice weekend to have to Moms, just to see what it is like.

As you zoomed past your Mom, you noticed your Dad conked out on the couch. He must have stayed in extra late last night for some reason, most likely a big client. Both are too busy relaxing on their Saturday to notice you come in. However, your family all go barefoot inside the house so you started leaving your shoes in the front room recently to see if they would notice and call you out on it. So, you guess that they will either see those or your car in the front. Besides, they looked tired and you had a God-tier loot to mess around with.

A million lanes of attack opened before you, your just not sure what you should do. You suppose that you could turn your home into an **** paradise but... You really didn't want to mess with your parents too much. You certainly wanted to make them healthier and all, but while you had an **** fetish (Oreimo was a life changing experience and a great way to spend the afternoon) your parents just didn't do it for you. Call it judgy, but you preferred people in your age range in general, max cap at 24.

Though... there are a few 'vanilla' changes you could make that would make life a bit cozier, without brainwashing your parents too much. First, you had to make sure that the selected organization didn't include your entire family. You're not sure how far the Rulebook would take that thin definition since most everyone is slightly related to everyone else. So as cool as 'my bloodline' sounds, it was just too risky. 'My family' is also vague enough to affect a lot of people, and you were not sure if there was someone policing this book somehow. Hmmm...

Perhaps.... 'Vincent Ivy's home?' Eh, you think that would work. Even if it manages to fuck up and stretch across all Vincent Ivy's everywhere, how many of those could there be in the world?

On second thought... Let's try 'Current owner of the Rulebook's household'. That's an organization, right? Google says that an organization is any group of people with a purpose. A household is a group of people in your house with the goal of enjoying each others company. Most importantly, this will test to see if you can use the Rulebook itself to target just you... well, you and your family, but it's about the same.

First, you try to stop before adding the household to it, just to see what would happen if you tried to target yourself. Key word being try, as your hand automatically writes the household part. You attempt to write your name on a fresh page, but the lead of the pencil stops just before touching the page.

Alright, fair enough. If I attempt to target something that doesn't fit the Rulebook's definition of 'organization' then I will not start to begin with. Good to know. At least it doesn't teleport when someone tries that, it just stops them.

With that restriction in mind, you go back to the last page and begin your plan. Something to make the house a bit more perverted to your liking, without brainwashing your parents.