Sex Note

Leo Richards was just an average boy. He was the bookish type, and his above average grades reflected this. Leo was the loner type with few friends that he could really call close, and he wasn’t anything to look at. Average brown hair and brown eyes, natural tanned skin he got from his mother’s side. No real defining features.

However, it was on this day, on this walk to school, that everything would change for him.

Walking to school on this overcast Monday morning, Leo yawned tiredly. He’d spent the previous night invested into his games, so he’d barely gotten enough sleep to wake up in the morning. It didn’t really bother him too much though, being tired was just more of a hassle to him than anything.Rolling his neck to get out some cricks in his neck, Leo’s eyes wandered as he walked.

His town was the average, sleepy type of town that no one ever really made mention of. Moderately large, a population of a few thousand, mostly made up of suburbs and small apartment complexes.

Leo and his family lived in he suburbia of the town, and his house was only a ten minute walk from the school, Taylor Jackson High School.

The suburbs were fairly average, if Leo did say so himself. Perfectly spaced houses, each with very little distinguishing features. There was the occasional outlier, like old man Charles’ house, which was a squat and wide structure which looked like it could survive a bomb. Or Ms. Scarlet’s house which was painted a bright and garish pink, with far too many plastic flamingo’s in the front lawn.

Beyond that, it was a perfectly average neighborhood, for a perfectly average town.

Hiking his backpack further up on his back, Leo started walking faster. He might’ve lived close to his school, but he didn’t want to arrive just as the bell rang. Again. That was an annoying morning.

As he walked though, Leo caught sight of something laying on the side of the road. It was a notebook. A brown leather cover, a strap running vertically with a small clasp keeping it shut.

Slowing down slightly, Leo reached down a grabbed the book, inspecting it as he walked. It looked like any other notebook, if a little fancier than he was used to. The only oddity was the clasp keeping the strap closed. It looked kind of like a vertically stretched heart, but the bottom was flared, making it somewhat hourglass shaped.

Shrugging, Leo unclasped the strap and opened the book. Flicking through a few pages, he found that there wasn’t anything written in it.

“Huh,” he said. “Guess someone lost their new book? Sucks for them, I guess.” Shrugging, Leo continued on his way to school.

Instead of just dropping the notebook, though, some urge compelled him to keep the thing. Not going against that urge, Leo stuffed the book into the first empty pocket in his bag.

Not thinking about it further, Leo continued on his way.- - - - - -

Sitting down at his desk, Leo let out a sigh. After setting his bag on the floor next to him, he just let his head fall on his desk as he rested his eyes. It seemed that his sleep deprivation was doing more to him than he thought.

“Yo, dude, you good?”

Groaning, Leo turned his head to see his best friend looking ay his with his eyebrow raised.

Alexander Tyche, a Greek-American who’d been friends with Leo since the two were in elementary school. His pale blonde hair greatly contrasted with his olive skin, making him something of an exotic specimen to the girls throughout the years. Add onto that the bright green eyes, and Alexander had girls falling all over him.

He wasn’t jealous. No siree, not at all.

Leo groaned softly in response. “‘M fine. Jus’ a late night.”

Alexander’s other brow joined its brother. “Really? Did you stay up and game all night again?”

Leo shrugged. “Maybe?”

The blonde snorted, taking the seat next to Leo. “Dude, you might have a bit of a problem. This is the third week you’ve been a zombie for because of your gaming.”

Leo just shrugged again. “I can sleep when I’m dead.”

“If you say so.” Alexander said, unconvinced. Luckily, he was unable to nag his friend further because of the entrance of their teacher, Mr. Grant.

The man was nothing to write home about, looking like a stereotypical college professor. Short cropped salt and pepper hair, moderate height and build, brown eyes, and perpetually wearing a tweed jacket with patches on the elbows. Yes, it was _that _cliche.

“Alright everyone, quiet down.” Mr. Grant called out, and everyone made it to their seats. “Welcome back, everyone. I hope you had a good weekend.” He said with a smile.

“However, we do have work to do.” Ignoring the class’ quiet collective groan, he continued. “Pull out the notes you were given last week, and we will continue from there.”

Everyone moved to do so, and Leo resigned himself to a boring, average school day.

Leo groaned as the lunch bell rang, slumping down into his seat, not even bothering to join the throng of students that ate the school provided lunch, staying in the classroom with the few who brought their own food. Fortunately for him, Alexander was among that number.

“You know, you’re much worse off today than you usually are after a gaming night,” Alexander observed as he brought out his lunch. “Did something else happen to get you this tired?”

“No?” Leo said, though he didn’t sound very confident about it. “Didn’t stay up any later than usual, didn’t play a different game, same bed, fell asleep just about as fast as I usually do.” He shrugged. “Can’t think of anything.”

“Okay then.” Alexander hummed as he contemplated. “Was there anything this morning that might’ve done it?”

“I don’t know!” Leo whined plaintively. “Nothing interesting happened this morning either! Normal breakfast, normal family, normal walk to school-” Leo cut himself off as he remembered something else.

Alexander noticed, evidence by his setting aside his lunch. “What? Did you remember something?”

Leo shook his head. “No, it wasn’t anything about the tiredness. I just remembered that I found a notebook on my way to school today.”

“A notebook?” Alexander sounded confused. “Why would that be something you thought of?”

“‘cause it was out of the ordinary?” Leo said plainly. “I dunno. I kept it though, I can get it out if you want.” he was already moving to do so before Alexander even answered.

Pulling out the leather bound notebook, he showed it to Alexander. The blonde grabbed it from his hands, looking it over and flipping it back and forth. “Okay…” He dragged out. “Nothing weird about it, then?”

Leo gave a half shrug. “It was empty, like someone had got it new, but other’n that, no.”

Humming, Alexander passed the book back. “Well, that’s kinda weird, but nothing really interesting.” Tilting his head, he got a curious look on his face. “Why don’t you try writing out your routine in the book?”

“What?” Leo asked, surprised and confused. “Why? What would that do?”

“It’d help you get a better grasp on what you do everyday and for how long you do it, for one,” Alexander pointed out. “It might even help you get your schedule in order.”

“But I have a phone that I can schedule on,” Leo insisted. “Why do I have to use the book?”

Alexander just shrugged. “I find that actually writing something down rather than typing it out can make something more grounded. It might help, so just do it.”

“Ugh,” Leo groaned. “Fine, fine. I’ll do the fucking writing.”

Grumbling, he fumbled through his bag for a pencil and flipped the notebook open to the first page. And it was there that he found something that surprised him. There was writing in the book. He just hadn’t seen it because it was written on the inside of the front cover.

Although, it didn’t really look like it was written, more like it was printed on the cover. The writing was too perfect for it to be hand-written.

Greetings, winner! You are the lucky winner of our organization’s annual lottery! Thanks to your great luck, you have been gifted with the Sex Note (TM).

This notebook is not just a regular notebook, you see, but an artifact capable of changing reality itself! It’s instructions for use are simple:

• Through writing an individual’s name inside of this book (and imagining that person so as to not confuse people bearing the same name), reality will bend so that, thirty seconds after writing the name, a sexual interaction will occur with that individual as the star of the show! If the individual is not envisioned while writing their name, nothing will occur.
• The Owner of this Sex Note can customize the event that will occur by writing what they want to happen following the individuals name before the thirty second timer is up. Anything is possible with this event customization!
• Changes can be wrought upon the individual(s) listed for a sexual encounter. Simply write what you want to happen after the event description, and their bodies and minds will change before the event takes place. Go Wild! Nothing is off limits, the only requirement being that the changes must be sexual in **nature.**
• Events and changes can be retroactively reversed by either erasing or scratching out the text describing the event or change.
• No changes done with the Sex Note (TM) will be noticed by anyone unless explicitly expressed by the Owner in writing.

For security’s sake, the first person to touch this book will be the only person able to freely write in this notebook. Others may do so only at the direct instruction of the Owner.

Have fun!

Leo furrowed his brows as he read the prompt written on the inside cover. Snorting slightly, he showed it to Alexander. “Dude, look at this.”

Alexander reached over and grabbed the book, his eyes zeroing in on the prompt in the book. As he read, his eyebrows raised even as his curiosity was piqued.

“Huh,” he uttered, handing the supposed Sex Note back to Leo. “Do you think it’s real?”

The brunette scoffed. “Of course not. I’ll even prove it.” Whipping up his pencil, he cast his gaze around the room before he landed on a target.

Ashley Simmons was their class’ popular chick. With long, fiery red hair and bright green eyes, and a bombshell body to boot, she was the subject of fantasies for several of the school’s boys. Her cheerleader status only led further to the fact.

Looking back to the notebook, Leo wrote out his idea.

Ashley Simmons only wears clothing that exposes the most skin possible, in the most lewd way possible.

“There,” Leo said, coming up with something blatantly obvious so as to prove the book wrong. He showed the book to Alexander, whose eyebrows raised at what was written. “Now we wait the thirty seconds, and when nothing happens, we can get on with what we were talking about.”

The pair sat in silence as they waited for the results of their experiment. Leo wasn’t expecting anything to happen, hence why he almost fell out of his chair when something did.

Ashley, who was in the middle of talking to some of her cheerleader friends, shimmered like a mirage for several moments. When the distortion vanished, Leo felt his jaw almost drop.

The Irish beauty, who had before been wearing a simple white shirt beneath a light jacket with leggings and running shoes, had her attire completely changed. Instead of the mostly modest clothing she had before, her top had been reduced to what amounted to a strip of cloth that sat tight against her chest. It covered her nipples, but left swathes of both cleavage and underboob free, the strap looking like it was struggling to hold back the tit flesh.

Her leggings had also changed, turning into a micro skirt, barely reaching far enough to conceal the mound of her pussy. A shift in her legs and an inspection of the breast strap revealed that she had gone entirely commando.

Leo stared in unabashed shock as what had happened to the girl, before his head whipped back to Alexander, who seemed… disappointed?

“Ah, well. I guess you were right, Leo.” Alexander said, turning back to his lunch.

Leo was confused for all of a few seconds before he remembered the second to last bullet in the prompt. Quickly writing in that Alexander was exempt from the normalcy effect, he waited the prerequisite thirty seconds.

The sudden widening of Alexander’s eyes and how he almost choked on his food revealed that the effect had vanished from him.

He quickly swallowed his food before he turned to stare at Leo with shock and awe on his face. “Dude,” he said quietly, leaning in to his friend. “Did that… actually happen?”

Leo just nodded dumbly, his brain still somewhat preoccupied by a girl he had occasional fantasies of suddenly being all but naked. Alexander noticed his detachment and snapped his fingers in front of the teen several times until Leo was paying attention again.

“What are you going to do, dude?” Alexander said, a little curious and a little afraid.

Leo thought long and hard for several seconds, before finally opening his mouth and saying…