Setting up a few rules

Jaune was on the move again. He walked through the corridors at a brisk pace, having left the gardens out of superstitious thought that he couldn't stay there any longer, lest he be apprehended or something. It was an idea born out of mild panic.

Still, he couldn't be too careful. Jaune had read enough comic books to at least know that altering reality on a whim could have some serious drawbacks. The way he wrote his changes to the universe, like how he worded his intentions, would also be consequential. He had to be incredibly precise and direct for it to work well.

The hunter-in-training rubbed his chin in thought, fingers wrapped around the notebook in an iron grip. In the end, he was going to have experiment a bit more than just conjuring a bunch of apples out of nowhere. Pyrrha often said that the best way to learn something was through practice, hence why sparring matches worked well to make him understand how certain stances were meant to be used, in contrast to when she simply explained them.

"Something small maybe? Like how something looks for example." Jaune mused quietly to himself.

Just up ahead was a large poster, promoting the Vytal Tournament. Someone had put it there about a week and a half ago. In the middle was the Colosseum, surrounded by the four symbols of the hunstmen academies, each in its own colored square. Jaune stopped walking as he stared at it.

It was just a piece of paper; not a real person. Surely he could try out the notebook on it first? He grabbed his trusty pen, and wrote his alteration down.

"The promotional poster in corridor 9B is now a large picture of professor Port, depicting him as he stands on top of a defeated Ursa."

Not a moment later it happened. Jaune felt like the poster changed as soon as he blinked. True enough, Peter Port stood proud and tall on the image, similar to how the man boasted of past victories -- as absurd as they were. Suffice to say, no one believed his tales.

Jaune grinned like an idiot at the silly poster. Although, he wondered if someone would notice. The book didn't specify if his alterations were accepted as reality, or if people would see what he had done.

And thus he waited for a few minutes until someone would pass him by. His patience was sorely tested, but eventually a pair of second years arrived on the scene.

"Hey, since when does professor Port put up posters of himself inside the hallways?"

"And here I thought that bust in his classroom was too much. Sheesh, how big is his ego? But yeah, now that you mention it, there used to be one about the tournament."

"Ha! I'd love to see Goodwitch react to this."

"She'll either throw Port off a cliff or hang him upside down!"

"Come on. Let's tell the others about it."

Jaune remained silent as they left, frowning contemplatively all the while. So he had to write down if the changes were going to be unnoticed or not. Honestly, that sounded like a pain in the butt. There had to be an easier way.

"Oh! Why don't I just dedicate a page to rules?" He went back to the beginning of the book, and started on a blank pages, writing the title 'rules' near the top. "Let's see here. From now on, if I want someone to be aware of the altered reality, I have to end the sentences with an exclamation mark."

Proud of his creativity and craftiness, Jaune continued his path towards the dorms. The day wasn't over yet, but his year didn't have any classes, so he was free to do whatever he wanted to do.

The blonde teen mentally planned out what he had to do. School life was important, and so were his grades, so he had to do something about that. Perhaps he could boost his intelligence, or just declare that his grades were amazing. It'd be fun to boast about them. After living the life of an average student, he really wanted to know what it was like at the top.

In comparison, his social life was different in a good way. He had great friends that he could depend on. Team JNPR was like a close family, and team RWBY was their precious sister team. When it came to acquaintances and image, however, Jaune wasn't as fortunate. Maybe he could make himself a bit more popular.

He didn't mind being popular with the ladies either.

Yeah, a girlfriend would be nice. Technically he could get anyone he wanted; the book allowed him to pick freely who would be in a relationship with him, and the girl wouldn't even be aware of it. Something within him was hesitant about the idea. Wasn't it wrong to kind of brainwash someone like that? Then again, if he wrote down that she was happy, the girl wouldn't be harmed.

Jaune's excitement and curiosity got the better of him. He was definitely going to try it out.

As he strolled past the cafeteria, Jaune saw two exchange students sitting on a nearby bench. He tried to recall their names; Reese and May. The former had light green hair, while being dressed in tight shorts and a hoodie. The latter had dusky rose hair and tanned skin, wearing heavy clothes like a jacket. Neither of them exposed much skin, save for Reese's pale legs, but being huntresses, they were fit and beautiful.

In fact, why not make them even better than they already were? Jaune's smirked as his perverted side took over. He quickly hid around a corner, opening the notebook with his pen at the ready.

"Reese Chloris has thick thighs and a nice, round ass; a mix between muscle and fat. She likes to show them off. May Zedong has E-cup sized breasts. She hides them underneath her jacket because she's insecure of her size."

Jaune looked over to see what would happen, and was happy to see everything work out. The changes were immediate, allowing him to spot the stark differences with their former versions.

Reese's legs were phenomenal. She had the kind of thighs you wanted to see in stockings, or have them wrapped around your head. The tight shorts she wore dug into the meaty flesh. Similarly, they clung to her ass, which was much rounder than it used to be. Nowhere near as big or perfect as Blake's infamous 'bellabooty', but impressive all the same.

On the other hand, May was hunched over slightly, as if trying to appear as small as possible. Of course, that had to do with the two melons on her chest, and Jaune's modification of her personality. The teen's jacket struggled to contain her boobs, which were even bigger than Yang's! Jaune could only think of one other person who could hope to compete; professor Goodwitch herself. Nevertheless, May's large breasts were squeezed tight by her clothes, and the fact that they were caught in between her arms as she used her limbs to support herself.

All in all, it was a sight that Jaune committed to memory. Body modification was a complete success!

"Heh? You're ashamed of your chest?"

Jaune blinked as he overheard the girls speaking with each other. "Shh! Don't say it so loudly! This is serious, okay?"

"But why?! Girl, you got some of the biggest I've seen among our age group. Surely you've noticed that even some of the teachers shoot you envious looks." Reese huffed in exasperation.

May burrowed her face in her tanned hands. "Ugh, please don't remind me. It's just that they're... I don't know, too big? All the attention is embarrassing."

"Then you've come to the right place! Trust me; the attention is so worth it once you've come to appreciate it."

The green-haired student stood up, leaning on leg as she cocked her hips. In response, her firm butt jiggled slightly in its tight confines, looking absolutely delicious. The way her slightly muscular legs flexed made it all the more appealing.

"Reese!" May gasped, blushing fiercely.

"Don't worry so much. There's nothing wrong about showing off now and then. Hell, maybe you'll even manage to score a boyfriend if you use those puppies of yours."

"Now that's uncalled for..."

Neither were aware of the blonde spying on them, and that he got a great view of Reese's butt while he was at it. Jaune smiled; another successful and worthwhile experiment.