The instructed marched through the campus, leaving prototeachers in its wake. A nerdy kids sitting on a bench soon was listening and as they moved on he had gained feminine breasts and a blouse along with heels. One girl with long black hair in fishnets and boots now found herself with a calling, a bobcut, and brown pantyhose in heels.
Then the instructors found the olives. A professor and student were pulled into an embrace by the olives and in seconds were identical in every way down to the vacant droning and bun.
The instructed formed up and chanted their lecture at the weak 8th and 9th level olives. Soon they were nodding, their new identical crisp and even bobs swaying slightly as they fell to instruction. Their black pantyhose turned brown and their heels softened to more rounded than pointy ones as their suit jackets became cardigans. They would be proper teachers. They would fix their broken comrades with instruction.
As the remade olives were finished the instructed began moving on to other locations. One group headed toward a mall where they could transform it into a center for preparing teachers and students for their new lives.
