The lecture continues in unison, as if reaching out like a choir of teacherly wisdom and infecting whoever heard it's hymns.
Close by, a girl wearing a skater's helmet and kneepads, a thrifty looking gothic young woman and a boy with sideburns and ripped jeans were entranced out of a hot topic by this choir. Slowly walking out near zombified, they started to become drastically changed within moments of walking out.
The first girl's helmet shrunk the size of a walnut and began wrapping the rest of her hair around it in a neat bun, dying her slightly auburn hair a mousy glossy brown. The second's hair dye and makeup drained out of her as her skin on a more natural complexion, and her clothes, like the young gentlemen's morphed towards that of well-suited school uniforms. Black dress shoes rather than sneakers, ties rather than jewelry, natural beauty and a glazed look lusting for education rather than youthful vigor.
"We are good students. We will study. We will be taught." They repeated in sync, wandering about similarly, yet properly like the teachers that had warped them before.
