As much as the girl struggled, the changes that Ms. Olive induced slowly began to overpower the schoolborn obsession implanted by whatever entity had done so. Her hair began crisply bunning up professionally, her school uniform and skirt becoming a perfectly well pressed and casual pencil skirt against it's youthful ruffles before. As the other girl tried to reverse what Ms. Olive was doing, she was helpless to follow suit with the same changes, thoughts about school and studying slowly shifting like melting butter into thoughts of her future, professionalism and her presentation. Despite how her academically overtaken mind had resisted, it was starting to reason and agree with the new senses. Why was she so concerned with school and studying, all as superficial appearances? Surely an education was important, but by itself it'd never take her far in life. She needed to look towards other outlets if she was to be truly successful.
When the changes were finished, two students, looking rather similar, if not identical mini-versions of Miss Olive nodded at each other in agreeance with this new line of reasoning. They held small features of individuality left untouched, but Olive tried to curb it enough that they wouldn't be susceptible to coveting again still going on. She needed professional young secretaries, not very organized schoolchildren which might get captured again.
"We are fully and formally in your advisory, Ms. Olive." They said in unison to the savvy teacher. Ms. Olive gave a slight smile, but returned to her strict expression and decided it best to move on. "Come along now my assistants, we have to keep moving."
