Stepping back into her original world, she found herself in front of the school. By now, the "educated" converts had pretty much overrun the whole building, but Ms. Olive felt no fear.
Her heels clicked on the pavement as she strode up to the front doors. For a moment, she saw her reflection in one of the building's windows. The beauty of the image struck her. Overall, with her newly idealized body in its flowery dress and her shiny black hair in its 60s flip style, she made the perfect image of a stereotypical homemaker.
Walking through the front doors, she was confronted by a couple of students. "Ms. Olive, have you returned to teach us?"
"In a way, yes," said Ms. Olive with a smile. "After all, a good mother does everything she can to teach and care for her children. After all, I love you."
Reaching out, she embraced the two girls. Immediately, their outfits changed to match her own. "We love you, too, Mother," one of them gushed. "And we want to be good mothers like you someday."
"I want that, too, my little angels," smiled Ms. Olive. "Now let's see to your school. There are so many here who badly need a mother's love."
