Self improvement

Emma looked at the book in her hands. She found herself staring not at the reality alerting Rulebook but at her tiny hand holding it.

Tiny. Petite. Short. Small....

She looked back at the reality altering Rulebook.

Tiny. Petite. Short. Small. Maybe... maybe she didn't have to be that.

Could the Rulebook change a body?

It changed the past. It changed minds. So why couldn't it change a body. Changing one persons body had to be easier than changing every asian woman's sexual proclivities.

But what if it fucked up? What if the Rulebook dropped the ball? Would it disfigure her? Main her? Leave her a hunchback or something horrible.

But...

If the Rulebook could change her back? Fix her if she messed up. The Rulebook said something about making mistakes.

What was the warning? Erasing mistakes? Use pencil not pen?

"SHIT!" Emma smacked her forehead. She'd written her size queen rule with pen. There was no going back on that now.

Emma found herself staring at the Rulebook. The idea of being an actual adult sized woman? That was worth the gamble.

Looking around Emma grabbed a pencil up from her desk. She made sure that there was a good eraser on the pencil, just in case.

Now how to write this? Her name, of course, and then however tall she wanted to be. But worded so it wasn't sudden. If one day she was under five feet tall and the next day over six feet tall somebody somewhere would notice. A slow gradual change in the past that people would accept was best.

Old Rule: by the time she was sixteen Emma Dong had grown to be six feet tall.

Emma shivered as a wave of something ran thru her. And when that shiver passed she looked down at herself.

"Wow." She whispered. She looked down at her long, long legs. She stood up and marveled at her new stature. This was... this was mind blowing.

"Amazing." Emma turned her eyes to the Rulebook. It could do anything. Change minds. Change bodies. Change the past.

What couldn't she do with it?