Try to change biology, for Amber's comfort.

While your other sisters were still blissed out on your curses upside, Amber placed a hand on your chest. Shit, she could feel your heartbeat go really fast as she did that, she was close enough that her nipples were lightly rubbing against you. God, you did not have any defenses for this!

She was looking really shy, so you must be doing something right. Amber finally speaks.

"What do you think happened to us, Vince?"

"Wha-"

"I mean, just as you brought up clothes... suddenly, I felt so" (Stupid, Unnatural, Trapped) wrong, your mind supplied as you thought of clothes again, "Wrong, wearing them. Now, I'm naked in front of everyone, something that I would have died doing just a few minutes ago and I feel... I feel... great."

Her eyes were shining like she was about to cry in relief.

"I mean, it's not like I hadn't thought about it before, but... now I just feel so... good, now. Like, I was doing something wrong my whole life, and now I am finally doing it right and."

She looked down and to the side, clearly avoiding looking at your cock while also avoiding your face. Her voice was a whisper, and you had to strain your ears to hear her.

"like I shouldn't have worn clothes. Ever."

You made a mistake, you realize as you felt the wind on your (wonderful, natural, correct) nude form. You had made the curse too powerful. If you ever wanted to wear clothes again, it would be an uphill battle that you're not sure you could win. When you think about going out of your house in clothes, your mostly fine but there is still this lingering... wrongness to the idea.

Hmm, you really should have thought this through better.

Oh, that's an idea. But first, help Amber.

You murmur back to your sister, "it's ok. We'll get through this together, okay?"

Her nods into your chest, separating from your embrace right as Rachel walked up. Huh, she had a small outcropping of pubic hair. Weird.

She noticed the look you gave her, the rest of your sisters clean shaven making her stand out, and crossed her arms underneath her tits.

"I'm not dating anyone right now and it is a pain in my ass to do by myself." Then she takes a slightly more flirtatious tone while looking at Amber, "Though, if one of my cute little sisters or my baby brother could help me... well, what kind of big sister would I be to refuse?"

Amber had a flat look on her face, clearly unimpressed.

"Yeah, I remember helping you out like that once Rachel. When I finished, you wrapped your legs around me and shoved my face into your pussy for half a minute."

Rachel shrugged, "It was all in good fun Amber..."

Amber cut her off by pushing her index finger inside Rachel's pussy for a second and walked off with your arm in her hand.

"I'm not falling for it Rachel, and neither is Vince on my watch! Do it yourself or not at all!"

Once you had reached your room, Amber flopped onto her bed.

"God.. I mean, I know that Rachel doesn't know and all but... way to ruin the mood and everything."

You sat down on yours, the new sensation of your smooth sheets on your bare skin an odd yet pleasant sensation. Years of (previous) [new] experiences feeding you the answer to her unspoken question.

"You know that's just how she is. She's been like that ever since she hit puberty before the rest of us." Despite her youthful face, Rachel started all her maturity around 11 years old, looking like a high schooler at age 13. Thankfully due to your rule, it seems that her aging slowed down around 18 to where she looked twenty.

"Yeah, but it sucks! She always buts in, and I think it's because she's jealous of my boobs. I swear Vince if I have to catch that girl glaring at my boobs one more time, I am going to be pissed!"

It seems that you had inadvertently stepped onto a minefield of female insecurity. You think back to the lessons taught to you by Pres about dealing with this and concluded your only course of action.

Instead of getting up to go alter Rules for your benefit, you instead sit on Ambers bed and rub her back while she vents. God, you hope that is the right move anyway.

She continues but leans into you. "Yeah, she does that to all us girls. She stares at our tits, slaps our asses, and all kinds of stuff all the time. I don't know, maybe it's because she's jealous of us or maybe she just likes you more, but Rachel teases me way too much. I mean, if she wants the back pain of having a nice pair of tits, that's fine. I just wish that she didn't have to take that envy out on us."

Huh, that's new information.

"Your tits hurt your back? I thought that was a D-cup and up thing..."

Amber gives you a flat look.

"I basically have extra pounds of flesh hanging off of my chest. I like the girls and all... but they still cause me pain."

Amber cups her chest lightly and lifts them up before letting them drop.

"Yeah. I guess I will have to get used to the lack of support now that I can't stand bras. I wonder if my back will hurt more or less? Eh, I guess I'll find out. Now, Vince, sweetie?"

Ugh, her eyes look deeply into yours. Your arm pauses its comforting action, your body loosely tensed to do whatever she asks.

"Yeah, Amber?"

You really hope she asks for sex though. What? Your a dude after all, and that was fun and romantic?

"I need to do some research... for our..." Her face becomes all shy again, her voice lowered to a whisper. "date." The sheer amount of shy affection she managed to pour into one word leaves you stunned, unable or willing to stop her as she pushes you off of her bed and brings your collective laptop to her, hiding her lower half from your gaze.

"So, um, do you mind going over there to your desk and... I don't know... Not look over here while I plan this out, Vince?"

Oh, luckily for you, you had a good idea of what to do. You walk up to your desk with your Rulebook on it. You had always noted that female biology wasn't very comfortable to live with. So, you decided, to help your sisters out you would do the magnanimous thing and alter a girls biology to make things a bit... cozier, you guess.

You flip to a new page and write down Humanity.

"Old Rule: Women and girls never feel discomforted or face health problems due to the size of their breasts."

[Music suggestion]

Alright on to the next- what the hell?

Just as you were about to begin on a new line, the writing started shifting around. Your careful pencil marks unraveling and moving. Each line and curve separated and swam in circles around each other. This continued until a void-like black spot was all that was left, no bigger than a nickel. Then the lines and curves rearranged itself, shifting through different languages. You think that at one point it tried Japanese until in finally settled on English. You looked on, confused but hiding that fact from your sister.

The message was finally finished:

"Mass alteration of biology remains the purview of The Dissertation On Life. Please contact the current owner if you would like to make this change."

That tiny, innocuous message made your heart sink down into your bowels, with the rest of your shit.

You were not the only one who could alter the world wholesale. There were other books, other magical items that people could use. They had different books that worked on different rules, ones that could be used to circumvent you. They could be a threat to your family, your nice little world that you had created for yourself.

You had no idea what to do. Should you look for them, pretend they don't exist... or what?

What the hell do you do now, when the world just got a lot bigger than you were ready for.

A.N: Surprise, I'm back baby! Also, about the sex scene... yeahhh, I kinda got struck by my muse on this one so I could introduce a bit of overarching plot to this story!