Jessica, shy college freshman with submissive fantasies

Jessica nibbled her lips. Well. This was certainly... unusual.

Unusual and so, so tempting.

She yelped for a moment, and blushed a bit as some of the café's customers turned in her direction, then proceeded to nibble on her pencil instead. Less painful than being lost in thought and nibbling a little too much on one's lips.

At eighteen, Jessica was still a virgin. Unusual in this day and age, but she just hadn't been able to help it. Not that her looks were the problem. Slightly taller than average for a woman, reasonably slim, breasts just a touch on the small side, her black hair, done up in a braid, and a shade darker than average skin betraying a native American ancestry that her English name didn't, just seeing her certainly wasn't going to repel men.

She didn't cover herself up like a nun, either. Right now she was wearing a skirt ending somewhere above her knee but rather below mid-thigh - she'd fantasised about trying rather shorter ones, but had never built up the courage to actually try it - sandals, and a perfectly decent shirt. No bare midriff, but one didn't have to be too obivous, right? And a nice enough, lacey pair of lingerie nobody but her got to see.

She just happened to have certain kinks that none of the guys she'd met quite understood.

Maybe it was her fault, after all. She was shy about talking about these things, just expected the guys to know. Probably wasn't going to work out that way. Online it was easier, she actually had chatted to a couple guys about her fantasies, her kinks, but... well, building up the courage to then meet up with the guy in question was a different matter.

Still being a virgin didn't exactly help her confidence in this regard, either.

But with this rulebook, well...

And she did have a pencil. She could change the world back if she decided that her fantasies would be better off remaining fantasies.

No time like the present.

She stopped nibbling on her pencil and started to write.

Old Rule: Medical advances have slowed down the aging process. It is normal to look like thirty by age fifty and to remain reasonably fit even into one's eighties, although the actual lifespan one can attain doesn't change. This process can be applied retroactively

Old Rule: Medical advances have also all but eliminated STDs. At the same time, they have roughly doubled the virility of men

So far, so good. For her, for everyone. The lifespan thing probably could've been nicer, but... unintended consequences. She could do without them. Making sure that people could live their lives to the fullest should do.

Kind of weird to call them old rules, but... the book would probably interpret it as intended, 'Over the last decade' or something like that? Well, she would find out soon.

"Would you like another coffee?"

Jessica almost shrieked. The waitress looked at her, a concerned smile on display.

"Oh... yes. That'd be nice, thank you."

She wondered how the waitress would cope with the next changes... well, they were her fantasy, at least, and she could always undo them.

Old Rule: As a result of the increased virility of men, social taboos concerning sexual harrassment have almost disappeared. It is normal for women to be felt up in the bus or at work. Additonally, hiring women comes with the expectation of said women performing sexual services for employees and customers where applicable, in addition to her usual work

Old Rule: As a consequence of womens' much wider sexual availability, it has become the norm to view such activities as a service for men, rather than for the womens' own satisfaction. Female orgasms are viewed as undesirable at the workplace and as a privilege, not a right, by their partners

Old Rule: As the social status of women has decreased, it has become commonly accepted that women require discipline. Corporal punishment and related forms of discipline for women are the norm in relationships, at the workplace, college and elsewhere

Jessica paused, then closed the book and her eyes alike. It was enough... for now, at least.

She opened her eyes again, and glanced at the waitress... who had definitely changed. That kind of skirt definitely wouldn't have flown as a work uniform before.

Also visible were a few stripes on the waitress' thighs.

So that'd worked.

"Here you are, dear," the waitress said, turning around and approaching Jessica with a new cup of coffee.

"Thank you," Jessica said, trying hard not to look at the waitress' rather... open top. She wasn't even into women as such, but just seeing it now, with all the changes applied, was certainly an experience.

But if the waitress' getup had changed... Jessica glanced down at herself. Her shirt was still there, and... well, more conservative than the waitress', at any rate. But even so, it still stopped at her navel, and her skirt was short enough that sitting down, well, she wasn't sitting on her skirt anymore.

And that was probably the most conservative she could get away with in this world.

A part of her thought about getting the rulebook out again, about finishing the adventure before it'd really began. But-

A slap stopped Jessica's introspection before it could really begin. She looked to where the sound had come from, and saw the waitress rolling her eyes while the two guys at the table she was standing at were grinning, one of them with his hand on, or rather below the waitress' skirt.

No. Not yet. I'll get through this day and see how this new world works, at least, Jessica thought and got up.

To go where, though?