She rages at the boy!

"Why is this happening Micheal?"
"Oh, hi Sara. You look gorgeous today. I love your new look. Aren't you glad I helped you out!" Mike poked at her.
"I am grateful Mike, I just hate this new look!" Sara was genuinely thankful, Mike had forgotten about the older rule commanding her to be thankful of him. "Why would you make me wear this? And why have I just stood in front of Jane and told her I love the way I look!?"
"You should love the way you look! Your tits look amazing in that sweater, and your ass is definitely delicious in that skirt of yours! Just remember not to bend over!" Mike chuckled.
"Don't even get me started on the panties! How did you make me get rid of all of my underwear last night! How, why are you doing this!" Sara was clearly distressed, but Mike found himself not caring.
"Because I can do it. Count yourself lucky I left a message on that note last night, it could've easily been nothing at all!"
Sara gasped.
"Yeah, thats right Sara. If I wanted you to be naked I could do that. You should be happy with your situation, I'm just letting you express your true personality. You're a girly girl! A little bit naughty, hence the lack of panties. Plus you love the attention!"Mike goaded.
"I... I certainly do not. I am not. I would never do this!"

It was at this point, Adam, a classmate of Sara's walked by. "Hey Sara, you're looking really fine today!"
"Oh, thanks Adam, I'm glad others love my new look as much as I do!" she beamed at the boy, before turning back to Mike and instantly returning to scowling.

"It doesn't sound like you hate your outfit Sara!"
"For gods sake Mike, stop doing this to me! Please, I don't want this, I don't deserve this. I... I just yelled at my best friend because she thought I was a slag! I feel like a slag!" her eyelashes fluttered as she spoke. Mike was too busy looking at how cute the girl looked to pay attention to what she was saying.
"You're eyes are so pretty," Mike smiled.
"Mike! Stop it!" Sara was on the brink of tears.
"Oh, now don't cry. I would hate for you to ruin you're make up. All that effort that went into it this morning, striving for that girly perfection! Don't waste it!" Mike was loving the power he had.

He looked across at Sara, feeling himself twitch. It was good having the power over her dress sense, but perhaps he needed more. No, he did need more. Raising the Rulebook from his left hand, he once again rested it against Sara's locker.
"Hey Sara," the girl had just been stood silently for a few moments, before snapping out of her trance and looking back towards Mike, "watch this." Sara watched on bewildered as Mike began to write.

New Rule: Sara is aware of every rule written into this book. She knows what this book is, but will never prevent Mike from writing in it.

Mike looked back at Sara, who once again had an epiphany moment.

"Its that book that.s doing this," she reached out to grab it, successfully snatching it. Mike smiled however. "Right, I'm taking this and undoing everyth..... Why are you smiling."
"I've not finished writing in their yet, give it back here!" The girl obliged, she couldn't believe she had been tricked so easily! Now she felt shame for both her outfit and her foolish attempt to restore her normality. Mike began writing again, in full view of the girl.

New Rule: Mike is able to touch Sara in anyway, she will never do anything to stop him.

Mike reached over to the girl, pushing a strand of hair out her face.
"Sorry, that was really bugging me!"
Sara just stood there in shock, if she had have been able to stop Mike, she probably would have just frozen anyhow. He began stroking her gilet.
"Wow, this is so soft!" he grabbed a big handful of fur and squeezed before letting go, not before pulling the fluffy vest off of her shoulders. Sara went to pull it back up along her arm, but Mike reached out first. "Allow me," Mike said, slowly lifting it back up her arm, before pulling the garment back straight on her body, running his hand down her front, over her right breast.
"Mike, no please stop!" Sara pleaded, finally finding a voice. "Please leave me alone!"
"I don't think so Sara," he smiled, "our fun is just beginning!"