It was over. No more Secretaries. None of the prim and proper business culture remained among any of the woman on campus. The identical Teachers, each as pleasant and kind hearted as the next congratulated each other. Ms. Olive had joined them. An Imp laughed off, wondering if it was forgetting something but thought nothing of it.
The student had too been converted, but into an obedient, eager and willing 'Student' as well. Dressed in a keen grey pencil skirt and shiny blouse with, perfect pantyhose, and a formulaic Bun, she was perfect. Except for one thing, a small sign of exceptional decoration that escaped her change.
It would be weeks later that she'd notice this slight marker. On top of her neat Bun, a metallic Hairclip had peaked out. It was quite dapper on her bun, like a Secretary might wear, she thought.
Despite it being an oddity, the girl thought little of it. She was a perfect student, and had class to attend. And that's exactly what she went off to do, ignoring this slight Omen.
