Friendship

Your other classes were never as fun as Home room. Sure there were girls to harass, and pranks to play but it was never as much fun. So you spent that time writing in a second notebook. A little black book, and in it you had all your devious plans. You had pages for where certain girls were in their journeys to becoming perverse freaks, and where you wanted them to be. You had ideas for uniforms to give to certain woman, behaviors for others, and most importantly you were working on a storyline you wanted to enact within the school.

This is the kind of thing people do when they have god like powers. Sure you could have your own harem at the swish of a pencil, but where was the fun in that? You did that last week, and look where it got you and the rest of the human race. No this time around you were taking things easier. Slowly changing people, and laying the groundwork for some kind of high drama. Graduation this year was going to be a parade of clowns and freaks.

You were going over these notes during lunch, by yourself. Let's face it, you're a loser, and you've only gotten less popular since you got The Rulebook. You have no defining character traits, other than maybe horny, and morally bankrupt. So you didn't have to worry about anything as petty as friends interrupting your plotting.

Or so you think.

This fine Monday afternoon Chad from Homeroom decided to sit with you. His name was Chad and that's about all you need to know. He was a tall muscular, blonde guy named Chad. What more is there to say? "Hey Michael, how's Female Behavior Monitor duty treating you?" He slams down a try a chicken nuggets, and opens up his chocolate milk.

"Fine." You eye the bro wearily. "How's... being chad treating you?"

"Can't complain, can't complain. Say, I saw you make Lucy give you a handjob today, Nice!"

"Well it was a footjob."

"Totally. She's so hot, I was like 'she's out of his league' and she was like 'Imma do it anyway' fucking cherry dude."

"Thanks yeah." It was good to have your work appreciated. "Yeah I felt really good about this morning."

"So I was thinking...."

"Oh no."

"You can make any girl wear whatever you want right?"

You nod. "That's about the size of it."

"Well what if you made every girl come to school naked?"

You nod. "Yeah, and then?"

"And then what? They'll be naked dude! It'll be cooch and tits for days man!" He raises his hand to high-five you. You hit it, because you'd never leave a brother hanging.

"Right, I see what you mean. But Stella is the school's nudist, so she's kind of already got that covered."

"Right, no no, right. She does, but this will be like all of em."

This guy. "Right, no I get that. And you know, this is a highschool exclusively for eighteen year old seniors so we're fine there."

"I'm twenty."

"Well we can't all be super seniors Chad. It's just a little one note, don't you think? Every single lady? There'll come a day where you won't even notice, Jennifer's shaved pussy, and what a sad day it'll be."

He slams his hands on the table. "I'd never take that for granted!"

"You say that now, but do you even watch the sunrise before you come to school? Or admire the breeze on the way home? Do you ever just take in a breath and say "God damn I'm alive right now,"?"

"I see your point." Chad sits back and sighs, like he's just had some heavy shit laid on him.

"Yup that's why I'm the one making these calls. It takes training, and a keen eye."

He looks as crushed as Icarus crashing to the ground. So close to his dream, only to have it pulled away. "Do you think I could learn how to be a Female Uniform Inspector?"

Chad an FUI?

"Chad that sounds hilarious so I'm leaning towards yes, but I need to set a few ground rules before I'm sold. Number One, you need to follow my lead and do what I say when I say no questions. Except when you have questions, because that's how we learn."

"Got it, no problem. I've never asked a question in school in my life." You believe him.

"Number 2 you only make suggestions when I ask for them."

"Got it."

"Number 3, and finally you have to be my best friend."

He looks conflicted. "But what about Marty?"

"Fuck Marty! He's not going to get you laid." He gets women using his charm and good lucks, while you use magic and bureaucracy!

"That true. Okay, we're best friends now!"

Wow that was easy. Marty deserved better anyway. "Yes! We're going to have so much fun! It's going to be great."

"Yeah dude, I look forward to like, doing whatever it is we do now."

"Well it's quite simple Chad." You lean back in your chair, and glare into the cafeteria. "We plot."