What's next?

He goes home

James got up and stretched. He looked back at the barista and grinned at her feeble attempts at modesty with her tits threatening to break free with every movement she makes. Her embarrassment was very hot to James. He glanced down at his watch.

'Damn, I have to go home. Shame to leave such a beauty, but such is life' James grabbed the notebook and secured it in his bag. There was no way he was leaving such a toy here. He got up and left for home.

James spent the long walk home thinking of all the things he could do with this book. He could solve world hunger, strip girls, end homelessness, make girls naked, end the housing crisis, humiliate girls, so many options, but for some reason, despite all the good he could do, pervy ideas just kept coming to his head. At long last, he got home just in time to see his mother pull dinner out of the oven. It smelt amazing and in response, his stomach growled.

"That smells amazing, Mom!" he goes to sit down, but she stops him.

"Nuh uh, young man. You can eat after you've done your laundry, not a moment sooner."

"-But why?!" James whined, his stomach protesting as well.

His mother looked sternly at him. "Because otherwise, I know it wouldn't get done."

James balked. She had a point, but that didn't mean he had to be happy about it. Fuming, he went down to the basement. This was ridiculous. He was in high school now but his mom still treated him like he was twelve. If only there was some way to change things.

"Oh!" James said out loud. He had just remembered that there was a way to change things. He brought the notebook out and stared at it. Was he really thinking about changing his mom? His mother?! Sure, she could be a bitch, but he still loved her, right?

Although... Surely he could only change a little, right? Just something to get his home life in order..?