Take stock of just how badly you've screwed up, and where it leaves you.

You really didn't think this through! Damnit! You would have been set, if not for that rule adjustment tweaking the ratio of the sexes. You got too greedy, and sheer bad luck did the rest. You absent-mindedly begin to slip a pair of fingers in and out of your sopping snatch as you struggle to think through the haze of arousal this new body is subjecting you to. You wonder if this was the sort of thing the note meant by 'use it wisely'. You bury your fingers all the way up to the knuckles and begin wiggling them gently, mewling to yourself as you wonder what sort of life you've been dropped into. It looks like you're still inside your own apartment... But it seems unlikely that it's 'your' apartment anymore... Property wouldn't own property, you think... That would be silly... You wonder exactly who it is that owns you...

It takes a whole thirty seconds for you to realize what you're doing, and yank your digits out from inside yourself. God damn, you don't remember making any new rules stipulating that women must be constantly horny (completely submissive, yes, and utterly obedient, sure), so why is it so hard for you to focus? Is it just a byproduct of the lifestyle this body caters to, or is it poetic irony that you happened to become some sort of dire nymphomaniac whose mind drifts to sex even without their beloved master nearby to order them around like a willing puppet? Maybe it's a bit of both. You can't help but notice that there are no other slaves around, despite the rule stating that any man can take on as many slaves as he likes. The thought that your master is apparently interested in having you alone to attend to his needs both worries you and stirs up another tingling wave of arousal from from your nethers. Your hand, of its own volition, begins descending slowly towards--

-- Wait! The rules! The app! Your phone, is it still here? You completely forgot to check!

Shocked out of your distraction, you look around, and your heart lurches in your chest when you spot the phone lying right beside you, with the Rules of the World app still open! Even if there's little excuse for you to own a phone in this reality, it seems to have traveled here along with you, presumably out of some loophole or in-built safety measure. Anyway, the how of it doesn't matter- time to put everything back the way it was!

... Well, maybe not everything. That 1:20 gender ratio that swept you up ought to be your primary concern. Once you're among this world's privileged gender group, where you belong, then you can tweak the world to your fancy. Fortunately, you spy a discrete button resembling the 'history' button on an internet browser, and hit it. Sure enough, it filters the endless list of rules down to just six:

• All women are the completely obedient and submissive sex slaves of men
• For every man there are 20 women
• Every man can have as many slaves as he wants
• Men do not have to work except by choice. All work is done by female slaves.
• All women love their masters and can do nothing to damage them in any way
• No ugly women exist

You pause for just a second and scrutinize the list. You're pretty sure the wording of a few of these has changed slightly. Perhaps the App sometimes adjusts inputted rules to keep them internally consistent while preserving the core 'meaning' of the change. That bit in the fourth one, 'men do not have to work except by choice', seems different from how you phrased it. You guess it makes sense that in this hyper-patriarchal world, men would still opt to do work that they enjoy. You can't imagine there are many sex slaves out there working as artists or celebrated athletes, for instance.

For a moment, your eye hovers nervously over the fifth rule, "All women love their masters and can do nothing to damage them in any way". You certainly don't feel in love right now, but maybe that's just because you won't 'remember' who your master is until you recognize them. Likewise, you're just about to rewrite reality so that your master, whoever he is, won't own you anymore. But you're not hesitating yet, so... Presumably this doesn't count as 'damage' in any meaningful way. He'll just find another obedient slut, you're sure. Better hurry up, though - who knows how the situation will change if actually run into your master?

You slam the second rule in the app's usage history - hard - intending to revert it back to normal, and...