Just some (im)practical changes.

The first thing I did was test something. Retrieving my pencil I erased my rule about skirts. I was a bit mystified to find that the eraser worked absolutely perfectly. The lines I had used to write the rule were perfectly blank now, as though there had never been anything there. Being an artist I knew that something like that was damn near impossible. But then again, before today I also would have said that a magical reality-warping notebook was impossible too, so what the hell did I know?

After erasing the rule I looked up and saw that everyone’s skirts had returned. It really was as simple as that, if I didn’t much care for a new rule I make, I could just erase it and it would be gone. That was comforting to know, I would do my best to make sure the rules I made were relatively fool-proof with very little room for backfire, but it was nice to know that if something went south, an eraser could set the record straight again.

Next, I wanted to do something in order to keep this particular notebook safe. I was planning on writing some pretty weird stuff in here, if someone found it they could get really suspicious, or even try to use the notebook themselves. I had a few ideas, first of all, I wanted to never bring it with me, and I had the perfect way to do that.

Rulebook Old Rule: **Any notebook that has the word “DALI” written inside the cover will serve the same function as the rulebook. Any rules written inside said notebook will be function as though they were written in the actual rulebook. Erasing the word “DALI” from inside the front cover will have the same effect as erasing all rules written within the notebook.**

Salvador Dali was my favorite artist of all time, I typically used his last name as simple passwords for things. With this rule in place, I could leave the actual rulebook someplace safe and instead carry auxiliary notebooks that would serve the same purpose. This rule was primarily for convenience, because I was pretty sure my next rule would make sure nobody would know I was behind all the changes. Humanity was technically an organization right?

Humanity Old Rule: **Anyone who sees the contents of the rulebook, or any notebook with the word “DALI” written inside the cover, will not find anything unusual about them. They will not associate the rules inscribed with any real-world phenomenon. This rule will end if Hizan Kazonata dies.**

I was by no means cruel. If I died I wanted at least the next guy to enjoy this book. After all, I was pretty happy that the last owner was that kind. In any case, this rule made sure that even if someone found the book, they wouldn’t find anything suspicious about it.

Now I just wanted to make sure my first rule worked. I pulled out one of my own notebooks, one I had bought for one of my classes but never actually used. I wrote the word “DALI” inside the cover and wrote down the no skirts rule from a moment ago. Sure enough, it worked, and erasing the rule also made the skirts come back. Now that I had confirmed that at least this part of my plan worked, it was time to have some fun. The first item on my perverted agenda was aiding my artistic pursuits.

Women new rule: **Anytime Hizan Kazonata asks a woman to pose for him, she will accept no matter what the situation is. While posing, it is customary to do anything he wants and to believe anything he says. While posing for Hizan Kazonata, women will not suffer any professional consequences or social inconveniences for the time spent modeling.**

I toyed with the idea of making this one an old rule, but I felt like it would be more interesting to get more natural reactions to some of the things I’d ask them to do.

Humanity old rule: Women who show off their skin are considered fashionable and socially acceptable. Women’s casual wear is to consist primarily of revealing, skimpy, or slutty clothing; and formal wear, such as uniforms, are to be worn in ways that show off more skin than usual. When wardrobe malfunctions or nipple slips inevitably occur due to the revealing nature of the clothing, such occurrences will not be treated as something embarrassing or shameful. Women will generally still attempt to cover their nipples and genitalia, but will not be embarrassed or ashamed when they are exposed. Bras are only worn if nothing else is worn over the breasts.

Just for good measure, I erased the rule about bras from earlier, since the purpose of that one was just overridden. I was excited to look up from the notebook. I kept my head trained on the paper just to build up the moment for myself as best I could. Finally, when I looked up my vision was assaulted with paradise.

The school’s skirts were much shorter. I could tell that if the girls weren’t sitting down, the hem of the skirt would only barely be covering their butts; since they were sitting down, however, half of their panty-clad butts were exposed. Not only that, the socks were shorter too, showing off much more glorious leg than usual. But the top-half was where things got interesting. I had never seen so many creative ways to wear a simple, white, button-up blouse in my life.

Some students simply had the shirt completely unbuttoned, allowing for their entire torsos to be exposed with the occasional areola poking out from beneath the fabric. Others weren’t even wearing the shirt over their chest, and instead had it on around their waist while just a bra was worn on top. Others elected to only have a single arm through the partially-buttoned shirt which showed off a daring amount of the breast on the side with the bare arm.

Words could not convey the joy I was feeling in my heart. I used to think being surrounded by so many beautiful women was more of a curse than a blessing, being the scrawny, artsy loser that I was, but now my opinion had changed.

It occurred to me a bit too late that I was starting to get weird looks thanks to my rather obvious ogling. Oddly enough, the looks weren’t angry, they were more confused. I suppose when it was normal to dress skimpy getting stared at for it would be odd. I did apply that rule to all of humanity, so even guys wouldn’t react as if anything was out of the ordinary. Either way I decided to fix that little oversight.

Humanity old rule: **Hizan Kazonata is renowned for having a keen artistic eye. When he stares at a woman lustfully, he is simply admiring her physique from an aesthetic point of view. It is considered high praise to be looked upon with lust by Hizan Kazonata.**

With that written I went right back to staring. I specifically started staring at my desk-neighbor Yuri, who would be able to see me doing so. She was one of the girls who was wearing her shirt around her waist with a cute, pink bra with a little red bow covering her modest breasts. Once she noticed my staring she blushed and looked away, smiling and covering her face with her hand but making no effort to block my view.

Now that I had confirmed that my rule worked as intended, I shifted my focus to Ikaruga. At her angle she wouldn’t be able to see me staring, but I just had to admire her new choice of wardrobe, even if I only got to see the back of it for now. Her sleeves were off her shoulders, and I could see the side of one of her boobs. It looked like her shirt was buttoned up but her shoulders were exposed so it would have given her amazing cleavage. I couldn’t wait to see what it looked like from the front.

Today would be the day I actually talked to her, and now that staring at her body was a compliment, I had more confidence than ever. But I still wanted to get off on the right foot, make a solid first impression.

Humanity old rule: **Hizan Kazonata may touch anyone’s breasts or buttocks in any way he wishes at any time. Doing so is an enjoyable experience for the recipient.**

I was going to have some fun with that one.