Yes

You click on the call. "Hey Tina."

"Hey girl, you're finally awake, huh? Guess. What. I got us into a super exclusive party!"

While this is your best friend to a 'T' , Tina's excitement gives you a bad feeling.

"Super exclusive?" You say.

"Oh, come oooon. I can hear your doubt from here. Just hear me out, and you never know if you'll meet someone."

"Details. Now."

"It's a frat party."

You roll your eyes. Tina's big breaks uusually end up causing you trouble, but she's a good friend and at the least, you should humor her. She probably wouldn't notice if you 'accidently' didn't show anyway.

"Ok, I'm game," you say. "Text me the address."

"Nice, you're gonna LOVE it." She hangs up. Leaving you to the quiet of your room.

-Tina always appreciates you being a good friend. You kept in her good graces by humoring her-

You flip through the notebook and find the last page has writing, meticulously neat handwriting that's easy to read. Rubbing a finger over the ink reveals it's been there for a while. It's not even remotely fresh. You read it, muttering the words quietly under your breath.

Rules of the Notebook

This Notebook can change reality, but for some odd reason, its primary function seems to be enlarging breasts.

You hesitate and reread the line again out loud, as if the line would change on the second pass, but it doesn't. Instead, you read on.

As long as you write a girl's name with a breast size, her body will change to reflect what you write.

Of course, this isn't limited to making women bigger, it can make them smaller too. Writing a woman's name will automatically add her size and the nature of her breasts. Most common is 'natural'.

You drum your finger on the binding on the book. It sounds too much like a prank to be real, but it certainly catches your interest. There's some rules beneath.

Only men can use the notebook-- and only one male can command the notebook at one time. If you give the book to another guy you will forget everything you've learned about the notebook and any changes it has made.

That part irritates you. Typical. You flip to the first blank page, pull out a pen from your desk and write Jamie in neat little letters. As soon as you finish, the letters fade.

You gape down at the blank spot, rubbing a thumb over the paper. It feels normal and dry.

You grab another sheet of paper, a reciept for pizza and try again. This time the pen works fine ant the ink stays. Rubbing your finger across it leaves a black smudge on your thumb.

It seems impossible. You check again with a pink marker, something left behind by Tina. This time you just scribble a swirl wide across the notebook's pages. Sure enough it vanishes.

You feel compelled to read on.

Women can touch the notebook and be made aware of it's effects, but their memories of the notebook are tied to the current master of the notebook. If it changes to a new master, she must make contact with the notebook as the ownership is transferred.

Only women's names can be written in the notebook. But men can be indirectly referred to by title (such as boyfriend or lover)

The notebook cannot kill anyone, nor make significant changes to history. However, the book can and will retroactively change a woman's breast size. By default, writing a name and a size will assume she matured into that size.

Other elements involving the subject's breast size can be used with modifiers. Examples: writing implants will assume the subject sought out breast implants at some point in their life. Writing weight-gain will assume the subject became their current size by gaining weight. Writing pregnancy will assume the subject reached their current size because of pregnancy.

There are other factors as well, you are on your own to find those. Have fun.

There is no signature.

You really don't see the point of the notebook. Since you can't write in it, you really don't know what good it would do you. Unless of course, you showed it to a guy friend.

You take a moment to look down at yourself, seriously considering the validity of a magic, boob growing notebook. Do you really want to humor such a shady thing?

You turn your attention to your phone, flipping through your contacts and ignoring the text from Tina for now. There're only two guys you'd even consider calling about something so obscure. Both of them would probably come running.