Magical Accidents With A Notebook

Based off of: https://chyoa.com/story/Magic-Nudity-Notebook.36694 With credit going to ZeeRay905 for this specific concept of the 'Magic Nudity Notebook' and the character of 'Jane Tabitha Fitz'

I woke and looked into the mirror with a groan, seeing my frazzled ginger hair and glazed over expression as I readied myself for another day renovating this damned house. Well, the frustration was only due to it dragging on so long, I was 26 years of age and here I was, getting a stipend instead of the regular inheritance until I'd fixed up my family's old home.

It wasn't too bad, I had more than enough money to look after myself, just that I was barely half way through the entire project, so I wasn't exactly living the lap of luxury. Especially since the inheritance I was waiting for wasn't exactly a small number either, I don't want to remember my mother as a lump sum of cash, I loved her dearly, but the fact that I had literal millions stuck in limbo until I was done replacing fucking plasterboard? Then needing to replace the wall support jousts behind those boards, then...well, you get the idea.

Suffice to say my patience was thin and I was in desperate need of just, something, anything to break up the monotony. Which is also why renovating an older house has it's advantages, every now and then I'd open a room up and there'd be forgotten art, paperwork in binders left unopened for years, or more.

Dressed in a long sleeve fleece, jeans and hardy boots I was already at work, that curly ginger hair of mine constantly getting in the way of things. I was pulling out a rotted cupboard, I could tell that there could be something here, the wall behind this represented a dead space in the room in relation to those neighbouring it. Either I was getting a new discovery, or this is where they routed the building's water pipes through...interesting either way.

Pulling the cupboard apart, then taking my pry bar to the plasterboard I had my answer. I'd uncovered a small door, hidden by the previous owners and likely forgotten about for years. Clearing enough space to open it, I found inside were a stack of books, dusty but in seemingly good quality.

Carrying them out I set them down on a nearby work bench I'd set up to cut skirting board on and began looking through them. Most were just books on various subjects, a couple looked like diaries or simply study books, all with the name 'Jane Tabitha Fitz' written on them in cursive, maybe she lived here?

I just shrugged and thumbed through a couple, college work, study sheets, exam results, nothing that stood out aside from the fact that this Jane Fitz must've been a student. One book did stand out however, and it was just how unassuming it was.

A simple notebook, black with a generic brand, nothing about it implied anything special...aside from how it felt. There was a vibe to it, that's all I can really call it, not a feeling that I could touch or taste, hear or smell. Something drew me to opening it.

When I did I was greeted with a small folded piece of paper dropping out and onto the table, but my attention came back to the pages. Inside were columned pages, like a spreadsheet or maybe a ledger of some kind.

"Oh my..." I muttered to myself as I read the headers. 'Name' , 'Able To Wear Clothing?' , 'Allowed To Wear Clothing?' , 'Do They Notice/Care?' , 'Do Others Notice/Care' , 'Masturbate Freely?'

They read left to right, a frankly surprising thing to find, if not a bit perverse. But what was more surprising were that there were multiple entries.

At the top, the first entry had Jane Tabitha Fitz's name written in, followed by 'NO' , 'YES' , 'YES' , 'YES/NO' and 'YES' then on the next page 'Alice Henrietta Doe' who had similar options, except the 'Allowed to wear clothing' column read 'NO' and the 'Do they notice/care' entry was 'YES/NO' not to mention that (-shoes) was written hastily in the 'able' and 'allowed' entries, just after their answers.

There was also an entry for a Rachel Tiffany Shaw on the following page that was identical except for the fact that (-Alice Henrietta Doe) was written into the final column.

"What in the world is this?" I asked myself, my cheeks must've been beet red from how much I was blushing, the mere implication of all this. Was this a kind of elaborate roleplay between the three of these girls?

Setting the book down, something that took surprising effort from how my hands seemed to want to clutch it, I unfolded the paper. The writing inside was a little messy, similar handwriting to Jane Fitz's name on her books and even though the vulgar notebook had been written in print I suspected that was Jane's work as well.

In this paper read what I assumed was some kind of roleplay instructions, given the notebook's contents. It read more like a cheat sheet, perhaps some of this polycule were having trouble following the rules?

1. Name: (Fill in last. This finishes the effect!) Full name. First, Middle, Surname. No exceptions! (If blank then won't work. If other answers are blank then default effect)

2. Able to wear clothes?: If no, worn and owned clothes vanish. If yes, no effect.

3. Allowed to wear clothes?: If no, society will try to undress them. If yes, no effect.

4. Do they notice or care?: If yes/, they will be aware and have the normal reaction to being naked. If no/, they will not be aware. If /yes then they will care, but their normal attitudes to nudity won't change. An embarrassed person will be embarrassed, a nudist will be comfortable. If /no then they won't be embarrassed. (eg. YES/NO Is Aware, Doesn't Care. NO/YES Only Aware If Pointed Out, Will React Accordingly Afterwards)

5: Do others notice/care?: Similar to above. Interacts with 'Allowed To Wear Clothes?' (Be careful about this (Important To Remember))

6: Masturbate Freely?: Should be obvious. ("Hey, Jane here. Managed to tweak this one so that it's similar to the previous two entries. So going forward write YES/YES for when You can masturbate freely and when they can notice, YES/NO for freely and won't notice, NO/Yes for can't do so freely but *WILL* notice. NO/NO cancels out here <3)

(Remember, the perception altering ones won't effect Sorcerers! Important!!)

I set the paper down and took a breath. Just what did I read? Roleplay? Esoteric pornography? Is this what college kids used to get up to, or just the ones that had weird fetish complexes?

That being said, the idea did tickle the imagination. I pictured using a book like this with a group of friends, determining hard rules for what we were and weren't allowed to wear or notice. I pictured myself sitting with people I know, fingering myself and they wouldn't even know. Or maybe a couple would.

What if I went out in public? What if...what if indeed?

I shook my head, no it was just a silly book, it might have authority in the bedroom, but that was about it. Picking it back up I thumbed through, there were a couple more entries, but after two or three, the rest of the pages were blank...there was plenty of space.

Biting my lip, I looked around then shrugged. Fuck it, I was just filling a piece of paper in. If I didn't like it or didn't want my name on it I could just tear the page out.

I left the room to find a pen and to compose myself. By the time I returned I was feeling a little pumped up, and perhaps a little horny.

"Okay name..." I almost started to write, then I remembered the first rule. It felt a little childish, but I had nothing but my whimsy keeping me distracted at the moment, so I skipped to the second box "Able to wear clothing...hm, let's go with No~"

I wrote with a silly grin, like a teenager writing what she considered smutty fanfiction, when in reality it was mostly writing about kissing and handholding "Allowed to wear clothing, well I'd like to put things on sometimes. Yes."

"Do they notice or care? Jane put yes, so I guess I'm putting Yes as well" I mutter along with my penstrokes "Do others notice or care? Yes slash No..."

As I fill in more I start to get over my childish amusement, it feels a little like homework, of a sort. That's not to say it's any less arousing, god, am I old enough that paperwork is a fun part of sex now?

"Masturbate freely? Oh, right" My blush intensified, I'd forgotten that one. I wasn't exactly squeamish about getting myself off, but putting words to it suddenly felt embarrassing, like I had to admit to fingering myself, even if this was in the privacy of my own home. "Y-yes" I then remembered Jane's addendum "Yes, and yes. Okay"

Letting out a breath I looked the page over and smiled, filling it in had honestly been a bit fun. I felt like I'd gotten in on something sexy these girls did years ago, some roleplay together that would likely never see, at least it was a fun distraction from the renovation work.

"Oh right, need to sign my name" I pick my pen back up and carefully write my name "Skye...Porter..."

When my pen finished the line on the 'r' I heard the clatter of pennies and screws on the floor beside me, the sound of my phone hitting the floor from my pants pocket, the feeling of a breeze on my skin.

With confusion I looked down at myself and cried out in shock.

I was sitting there completely naked.