Head home, for now

I was still horny, and hard, but also exhausted. Monday’s always suck, and it had been a weird day, and I just fucked one of my students, so I was tired. I could have gotten into some more mischief, but I really just wanted to rest for a bit. So I decided to head home. I had some papers to grade that night, so I gathered them along with the Rulebook (no way I was going to just leave that here) and headed out. I stopped to get some take-out on the way and arrived home about an hour later. I had a decent enough home, it was a townhouse, but I was on the end so only had one side attached to someone else. My neighbor was a bit of a milf, I think she was divorced and single, but I wasn’t sure. I only ever saw her in passing, never really got to know her at all.

I grabbed a stack of papers that needed grading and ate my dinner. The Rulebook was sitting there too, which was causing me to have trouble concentrating. If only these damn things could grade themselves. Wait, maybe they can! I opened the Rulebook to the first page, the one with no header.

New Rule: My papers automatically grade themselves, following the same grading standards as I would normally do.

There, that should do it. This would be an interesting experiment, the previous rule about the bed in my classroom seemed to read my mind. I had an image of what I wanted in my head and the bed that popped into existence was exactly how I had imagined it. Hopefully, this new rule would do something similar. I switched back to the papers and went through them. The first few I went over thoroughly, just to be sure they were correct. They were. The new rule worked perfectly, everything was graded just as if I had done it myself. The marks and notations were even in my handwriting. Brilliant! Now, what else could I do with this? I looked down and remembered the upgrade I gave myself. Time for some more, but I’d have to be careful here.

Old Rule: I’m three inches taller. I’m fit, as if I spent two hours in the gym everyday. I’m two shades tanner, have perfect posture.

These changes would have to be an old rule. If I suddenly showed up taller and more muscular, it would raise some unwanted questions. This way, it would be like I have always been this way, at least, that was my hope. I’d find out soon enough. I wasn’t super short, about 5”9’ currently. Another three inches would put me at 6ft even, perfect. I worked out sometimes, but not a lot, I wasn’t pudgy or anything, but there was definitely room for improvement. And the tan, well, I had always been a little pale.

After finishing the rule, I felt tingling all over and could tell I was getting bigger. I rushed into my bedroom to look at myself in the mirror. I stripped my shirt off and….OH YEA. Damn, I was looking good now! Nice, muscular arms, just a hint of a 6-pack, nothing too flaunty. And I was certainly taller. It seemed my clothes changed along with my body. My pants still fit perfectly. I checked the closet and tried on a few things, yep, everything still fits. This book was beyond powerful. What else could I do with it? That was the wrong question, what else would I do with it? Time for another rule, I smiled to myself. A little change to the school dresscode sounded like a good idea.

Evergreen Academy
New Rule: Students in the senior area of campus are not allowed to wear any underwear while on school grounds. No bras, no panties, no leggings. There can be no garments beneath the skirt or blouse. Skirts can be no longer than mid-thigh. Exceptions: sports, afterschool activities that require certain clothing, classroom activities that could cause harm without appropriate attire.

Making all the senior students go commando and making the skirts shorter. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow! Just thinking about it was getting my blood pumping. I heard my neighbor’s door open and close. Time to get to know her.