#gothicish

[sheirukitriesfandom]

WIP Whenever

@skyrim-forever and @elavoria tagged me for WIP Wednesday and... I've not got any fandom stuff to show.

However, after realizing how expensive even crappy Halloween decor is over here, I decided to bust out the hot glue gun and do A Thing.

It's easy to tell I'm not a crafty person but well, it's surprisingly fun. Can't wait to actually finish the spiderweb 😁

Tagging: @elavoria @skyrim-forever @thequeenofthewinter @alma-amentet @nostalgic-breton-girl @theoneandonlysemla and anyone who feels like doing this.

[isfjmel-phleg]

In case you've gotten other Psmith asks, I'll also ask about: Marianne Dreams: 1, 2, 4, 8

You are in fact the only person who asked about Psmith, but I will answer these too!

1, what got you into this story?

I found it on a list on Goodreads, maybe this one, while looking for possible new things to read. It was a while before I got to it, but when I did read it, I was drawn in by the classic style, the characters, and the general atmosphericness.

2. describe it in one or two sentences.

A girl recovering from a long illness discovers that a particular drawing pencil allows her to create locations and objects which she then encounters in vivid dreams. In the dream world, she meets a boy who in the real world is recovering from polio, and after a series of interpersonal conflicts, they resolve to escape the house they're confined and along the way experience personal growth that carries over into their real-world lives.

4. assign this story a hyper-specific genre name, e.g. "inspirational religious semi-horror sci-fi western" (yes, that's Trigun)

Middle-grade gothicish friendship prison-break fantasy?

8. what questions are or were you most excited to learn the answers to while experiencing the story for the first time?

Marianne and Mark's real-world connections raised some questions as that information was unfolding. The ending is vague too, but the sequel confirms that no one actually dies in the real world, which was helpful to know.

[wederyed]

💐🎼🙌🖍️

💐 not really, i dress normally in all black or just overall gothicish which is a stark contrast to the eyebleeding colors i use

🎼 heavy metal or breakcore

🙌

thats supposed to be me.

🖍️ ive been drawing since preschool actually, but i started taking it seriously in 2016 or 2019 i cant remember

[cowboycrimeremade]

oh what were your favorite hsm songs?? 👀 i loved status quo, i want it all & bet on it

NICE theyre all absolute bangers tbh,,, my absolute Favs are uuhh,, fabulous + bet on it, i still sing them all the time gjhfghgf

[scoundrels-in-love]

TFW you find out Taliesin Jaffe and Liam O’Brien dubbed your favorite anime. I have come full circle.

[tina-twinkle69]

I want to be this whole other person. Thin and a gothicish image. But I’m going to be a teacher and I dress so plain 🥲 also will never look that good because all I do is eat eat eat.

[eyes-like-the-night]

Modernish Master and Margarita headcanons no one asked for:

Margarita is not allowed to drive, she knows how but, she manages to put Woland on edge with how she drives, just because neither of them can die doesn’t mean she has to drive like that.

Wanna see a nice classic car collection? It’sa (can I say a hobby?) Woland has several and the only thing he doesn’t really mind about the United States is how open it can get and the long stretches of road.

Margo does enjoy looking absolutely fabulous in the front passenger seat but she does grouse about how he drives faster than her yet she isn’t allowed to even think about driving.

They’re a classic rock or southern gothic kind of couple when it comes to music. Margo knows all the words to every single folksy/southern gothicish song about making a deal with the devil. They think it’s hilarious.

[hedonistbyheart]

*deep breath* at some point I'm going to have to put on my professional hat and analyse some key scenes in the vampire chronicles with the actual tools for reading comprehension that, by rights, everyone should possess.

Interpretation of text is varied as hell and you can frame an analysis in myriad ways and still get valid results. The problem is that I continously see a development online that leaves me strongly dismayed.

The type of analysis, and I use this word with caution, I tend to see is often completely divorced from the context of the work as a structured tale.

People will pull out scenes and go: look at this reprehensible thing happening! This character is ooc! Or this work is awful and terrible *angry noises*.

And I'm just left with my arms raised in defeat, because not one person seems to dive into the text and try to figure out what it is actually doing. What is it trying to tell you with this 'terrible act'?

Context isn't just face-value "what else is happening in the scene" it is: theme, for the scene and the book, Context for the characters: mindset, physical state, purpose etc. Consequences: what happens later and what does that say about the story and characters within the fiction.

And also, just - please don't use existentialist, gothicish horror fiction as a scale for demonstrable morality. That's not what it's for.

[msfrankenstein910]

The Evanport 30x20 Bar “The Evanport used to be the Grand Hotel of Glimmerbrook, but since then it has fallen on hard times and had to be closed down; but after many protests it was decided that the restaurant and bar area should remain open” Since I decided for a victorian-gothicish approach to Glimmerbrook, the bar had to be replaced quite drasticlly.  I used a build I made about two years ago and gave it a makeover. There used to be apartments upstairs but they’ve been emptied so only the lower floor is furnished. Packs Used: Get To Work, Dine Out, Romantic Garden, Get Together, Vampires, Get Famous, Jungle Adventure, Outdoor Retreat, Cool Kitchen CC Used: Ivy Groundcover Download Origin: Frankiela1 Trayfiles: HERE

[samantha-rrose-blog]

[airwar]

gothicish ➡️ airwar

this is definitely my best url idk why i even changed it

[wederyed]

🌊💐✨

:3

🌊 everything thats not a person + short hair

💐 not really, i dress normally in all black or just overall gothicish which is a stark contrast to the eyebleeding colors i use

✨ every day, usually 1-3 times

[emilyseditions]

Well, it's been a while.

I last had an active tumblr when I left uni back in 2011. So, why, 11 years later have I returned? Well, its simple. I think. I sort of miss it but also I hate everything else.

I have a "Bookstagram" account but honestly Instagram is becoming too much hard work. Too much relies on reels and all I wanna do is post things about books and share pretty photos. I am way too old for TikTok and who even uses Facebook anymore?

So, this is my tumblr. My place to share and get involved with bookish, musicish, gothicish and all things that I wish had an Emily only edition.

I hope that we get to interact with each other and inspire each other.

With my kindest thoughts.

EE.

[4narchist4rtgasm]

We make quite the cute pair 🖤

[adiamondsrae]

✨✨ How I picture my wedding day to look like hehehehe 🥰🤩🖤😜 coming from a Black Household upbringing...smh this shall be fun and will have its challenges when my Mom finds out I want all Red or all Black wedding dress...a Halloween themed romantically gothicish wedding lol 😝...she may actually fall out 😌😗🤔🤷🏽‍♀️...my Trinidadian Mother & Grandparents side of the family...can be very judgy upitty but I love them no less...my Trinidadian side of the family... whew boy 😅🙃 that’s gonna be intriguing no less lol...or just everyone can mind they business...put up with it and shudddafakup...cuz it’s our special day...they betta not make me bring out the Trinidadian folklore ANDDD Halloween like elements in Carnival Trinidadian culture...actually this may work well in the wedding theme too ✨😂🤔✨...my Dad gets it and they have creole on his side of the family...we good there lol ✨💯✨🎃🤩🖤🥰✨ ✨ @thecraftmovie @blumhouse I can’t wait for October 28th to see this film #WereTheWeirdosHereMister ✨🤩🎃🖤🥰✨ ✨✨ In the 90’s I definitely wanted to be a mixture of both The Craft & Clueless with Xenia The Warrior Princess & Buffy The Vampire Slayer all mixed into one lol ✨🤩🖤🥰✨ ✨✨ YEPPP ✨💯✨ absolutely positively (when that moment does happen ✨😌😉🖤🥰✨ #BlackGirlsLoveHorrorToo #BGLHT #Melanin #BlackGirlMagic #Cosplay #Horror #Halloween #HalloweenIsYearRound #HorrorMovies #Scary #HorrorFan #Movie #HorrorMovie #HorrorArt #HorrorFilm #Spooky #LaCorona #CoronaVirus #StayHome #QuarantineLife #BlackLivesMatter #WeAreNotJustAnotherHashtag #BlackGirlsAndBoyGotThatMagic #BlackGirlsAndBoysAreMagical #StopPaintingUsAsAMinority #StopPaintingBlacknessLikeItsABadThing #WeAreNotTheMinorities https://www.instagram.com/p/CFyYlzjFP5j/?igshid=1dklnowi000a2

[exampleofnoconsequence]

A New Teacher

A high school prepares to start a new day. The teacher is scuffling around looking at her notes and making sure she is prepared for the long day of teaching, when someone enters. She turns and is blinded by light, and collapses as the door closes. --- Johnny looked around and saw his friend Sam walking over. “Ready for class Samanthaaaa?” He said to Sam. Sam sighed and said, “I don’t like my full name, call me Sam. And I'm as ready as I'll ever be i guess.” Johnny stuck his tongue out at Sam. “Sure princess.” as they headed into class, finding the teacher missing. Sam looks around and shrugs as she sits in the back of the classroom. They wait and the class fills in and a woman in a blue skirt, white blouse, and blue vest walks in. She looked as if she might of been related to their old teacher, but only just. She walks across with her outfit perfectly straight and evened out, to her desk and says “Apologies class, but your teacher has fallen ill, so I’ll be filling in for the near future until we can get it settled whether she can come back.” Sam looks at Johnny and his reaction as she knew he had a crush on their old teacher. Johnny looked sad for a moment, but this didn’t last long, as he found it hard to take his eyes off the teacher. Sam sighed and whispered to him, “I guess you like this one too don’t you?” * “Wha...I...” He seems to be hanging on the new teacher’s every word and taking notes as she went over the lesson. Sam sighed again and looked at the teacher and took notes as well. As class progressed the students grew sleepy, until finally at the end of the period she dismissed them, calling a few girls at the front to stay behind to talk. Sam looked at Johnny and asked him, “So you gonna stay here all day or are we going to our classes?” Sam and Johnny walks out, and headed to their next class, and one of the girls named Claire, who had stayed behind, eventually made it to the next class before it began, and was now wearing her brown hair in a large, perfectly symmetrical and doughnut shaped bun. Sam looks at Claire and whispers to Johnny, “I know the preps like to keep up on the latest ‘fashion’ but that’s ridiculous.” She then points out Clarie to Johnny. “What’s ridiculous about it?” He says, looking at Claire. Sam looks at him and says, “She was wearing something different last class.” “Uh. She’s wearin the same outfit.” He says, pointing out that she still had the same jeans and tshirt from last class, but her hair was now pulled back into that perfect bun. Also, she seemed to be far more interested in her notes than usual. Sam sighed and said, “Do you think she can make that bun perfect in 5 minutes?” “Uh. that is kinda weird. She had her hair down when we left...I don’t know maybe she’s just really good at it?” Johnny said shrugging “I’m not a girl so I wouldn’t know how hard it is, Sam.” Sam looks over at Johnny and says, “It takes me 30 minutes to get my hair back in a pony tail in the mornings.” Johnny was about to be surprised but thought about how straight and clean Sam’s hair tends to be when she pulls it back, no stray hairs at all. “I guess you’re right, but what does it matter?” Sam blushes as she notices Johnny staring at her, “Yea, guess you guys don’t look at our hair.” She then looks down at her paper and starts doodling. “No, I...I do! I just never thought about how long it would take you to fix it. Thought maybe you were just lucky is all...” Before long they are told to quiet down by the teacher. Sam blushes even more as the class looks back at them as the teacher calls them out. She then starts writing down notes in her note book. Eventually the class lets out and they walks the halls, and Sam notices a few girls with their hair pulled back in completely perfect buns. Sam looks at Johnny and tries to see his reaction without him noticing that she’s looking at him. He stares at each of the buns for a moment before looking back past each girl and walking with Sam. “So...ever thought about trying to put your hair in a bun, Sam? Not saying you’re like them, just curious.” He says. Sam looks down and says, “I tried before they were apparently popular and I couldn't get my hair to work with me. Uh, excuse me.” She then walks into the girl’s bathroom for a few minutes and she comes out with her hair down, nice and neatly combed. “...self conscious much?” He said smiling, and they headed toward their last class for the day. Sam blushes and says, “What do you mean by self conscious?” “Nothing.” He says smiling as they head into the last class. The final class was uneventful, except for a pair of the girls with buns, who were taking notes quickly and looking attentively to the teacher with big goofy grins. Sam cant stop looking over at Johnny and as she does Johnny says “What...why are you looking at me like that for?” Sam blushes and says, “Uh, nothing.” After that class, they said their goodbyes for the day. “I’ll talk to you online tonight.” Johnny said. “Yea, have a good rest of the day John.” She said as she got into her parents truck. As she drove off Johnny got on his bike and rode off to his house. That night, johnny logged on to his chat, and Sam had just gotten online after eating dinner with her “family”. Johnny joined the chat. Sam is no longer AWAY. Johnny: How are you doing tonight? Sam: I’m doing okay, just usual stuff. Mom’s yelling at Dad again, I just hope she doesn’t start on me. How are you tonight? She then looks at the Johnny’s icon which is of an evil rubber duck. She smiles and then looks at her icon which is a picture of her favorite character off of a game. Johnny: I’m fine. What are you up to? Sam: Just talking to you and listening to music. So what did you think about that hair of the preps today? Johnny: You still on that? I thought they were kinda cute I guess. and they weren’t all preps... Leslie was wearing her hair in a bun too. Sam: Who’s Leslie? Sam then puts the window down and looks up past her computer and tries to remember who Leslie was. A notification window pops up with Johnny’s response. Johnny: She’s that dark, gothicish looking girl that sits off to the side of the front. She was wearing her hair the exact same way at those preps. Sam clicks on the notification window and starts typing her response after she reads his. Sam: Oh that girl, I thought you and her liked each other at one point? Johnny: We kinda did, but she’s meaner when she’s alone with ya. Decided not to pursue her, and we drifted away after that. Sam: Oh okay, Well are you interested in anyone else? Sam then closed the window and closed her eyes as she tried to hold back the tears with the thought of Johnny with someone other than her. He was her friend so his happiness came before hers. A ding rang from the computer, and Sam took a deep breath and opened her eyes to face what he had written. Johnny: I kind of do, but I need a little bit to get to know her. Sam: That’s always a good start, can I help with anything? Johnny: No, I think that would just make it harder. Don’t worry about me, I know what I’m doing. ;) Sam: :) Really? Well I just want you happy that’s all. I hope she makes you happy. Sam then puts her hands in her face and starts crying as she couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. Johnny: Thx. See you tomorrow! : ) Sam: Your welcome, see you tomorrow, sweet dreams. Chat Closed --- The next day, Sam and Johnny entered the class, and after another long class with the teacher, the class begins emptying out and the teacher says “Sam, Jen, Ellen. Can you stay behind for a moment?” Johnny looks back from the door, as Sam looks at the teacher as she is right behind Sam. “Yes madam?” Sam says to the teacher while walking over to her desk. Johnny pauses for a moment before being nudged out of the class as the door shuts behind the rest of the class leaving Sam, Jen, and Elenn alone with the teacher. “You girls seem to be pretty decent students...so I wanted to ask you a favor.” Sam looks at the teacher with a confused look on her face. “You want to be better students don’t you?” She said, and in her glasses, Sam almost saw a hint of a spiral in the reflection, but instead she felt like agreeing with the new teacher. Sam looked at the teacher and said, “Uh, n..no i’m okay.” She then started inching toward the door. “But...if you’re a smarter girl, you could probably get which ever boy you’ve trying to get,” Said the teachers soft voice, which Sam was having trouble ignoring anymore. Sam blushed and said, “Well i have been wanting this one guy.” She then stopped inching closer to the door and looked at the teacher. “Well, I’m sure if you were better at your classes you could convince him that you were the best choice...maybe we could even give you some tips on getting his attention...” The teacher said. Sam looked at the teacher and said, “I would like that. Please help me.” The teacher smiles and as Sam walks back, the teacher looks deep into Sam’s eyes, “You just sit down and let me do whatever I need to make you a better student.” As she said this Sam felt tired and felt like saying yes to whatever she was asked. Sam shook her head and said, “No way! I don’t wanna!” She then darted for the door. The door opened and two of the girls from the day before with buns walk through the door and grab onto Sam as the door shut behind them. They carry her back over to the desk as she struggles, and the teacher walks around holding what looks like a big scrunchy in her hand. Sam kicks the teacher as she gets close enough and she starts screaming out, “JOHNNY HELP ME!!!” “I placed a bit of sound proofing magic on the walls...don’t worry....I’m just trying to help...” The teacher said, regaining her balance on her heels, and Sam realized the scrunchy was actually a hair bun, just like the other girls, but disconnected from a head and with flat black hair. Sam struggled even more as she tried to move the girls that held her arms down with a few moves that she learned from the local dojo. As she tries to break loose, the teacher grabs the other girl, Jen, who was zoned out and not resisting, and pulls her hair into a pony tail, placing the bun at the tip. The bun slowly begins sucking the pony tail in, and turning the color of Jen’s hair, eventually sucking up to the root of the ponytail and pulled itself close against her head, blending together with her original hair. Jen stands, and turns around to face the teacher. “Thank you Ms. Green.” “Help your classmates restrain Samantha please.” Ms. Green says, pulling another bun from her purse on the desk, while Jen helps the other two hold Sam down. Sam keeps fighting and slowly runs out of energy. She starts breathing heavily as she says, “I...don’t....want...this!!!” “It’s for the best...you’ll see...” Ms. Green says as she pulls Sam’s hair back, and ties it in a ponytail, then places the bun at the bottom as it begins sucking up the ponytail, adding Sam’s hair to the bun as it merged with her own hair. Sam’s eyes slowly close as the hair bun starts moving upwards toward the hair. It finally pulled itself over the hair-tie, and Sam’s mind is filled with all sorts of ideas about taking notes, being a good student, and listening to the teacher. “Good, good. The bun has merged perfectly to your hair. How do you feel Sam?” Ms. Green said, as Jen placed another bun on Ellen's ponytail, and it began absorbing her hair as well. Sam looks at Ms. Green and says, “Much better, now I must get to class.” Sam left the class with the others, and entered her next class and sat next to Johnny. “Hey Sam...what happened to your hair?” He says looking at her bun. Sam looked at Johnny and said, “Well l got the teacher to help me with my new bun. Do you like?” “Yeah, looks great.” He said, and as class began, Sam went into a note taking mode, and quickly wrote everything she was told in perfect cursive handwriting, absorbing the formerly confusing lessons easily. She thought “Okay the learning the lesson fast is cool but I DON’T like the forced bun!!” She looked over at Johnny who was staring at her notes. “Wow. You’re going to have to tutor ME now...I thought you didn’t get this stuff?” Johnny says. Sam smiles and says, “I got a few pointers from our first teacher, I’ll tutor you. Uh how about 8 pm tonight at your house?” She then blushed as she realized that could be considered a date. “That’s a bit la...mmmm...nevermind I can make it.” Johnny says. After the class ends, Sam walks to her locker, and opens it finding a pair of solid black tights with a stickynote saying “A present from Ms. Green. PS Saw you talking about ‘tutoring’ Johnny in class, go get him girl! - Jen” Sam blushes and hides the tights in the back of her locker as Johnny walks up, “So what time is good for you John? I didn’t mean to force a time on you.” She asks Johnny. “Um...seven is good. Is that alright for you?” He says, and he glances at her bun. “Your hair seems softer today by the way. I don’t know if its just the light or what...anyways...I guess I’ll see you tonight?” Sam nods and says, “Yea that’s good for me, it’s a da...uhh i’ll be there.” She blushes again. Sam and Johnny went through their next class without much event, except that one of the girls with a bun like hers was wearing tights under her jeans. After the class, Johnny said he was going to head on home, and Sam stopped by her locker, and saw the tights with the note sitting at the back. Sam looked around and said to herself, “He did seem to notice that girl with tights on a little more than me.” She then went to the bathroom and into a bathroom stall as she slips on the tights underneath her clothing. They feel nice and warm, and she slides on her jeans over them, noticing two more pairs of tights in the package, and putting them in her purse. She then walked out of the bathroom and looked around and saw Jen and Leslie standing together talking, both wearing the same tights as Sam was now. Sam walked up to them and said to them, “How do they look?” “Sexy, but not too revealing...I’m sure Johnny will like them.” Leslie says nudging Sam. “Yeah Jen told me about your ‘tutoring session.’” Jen looked at Sam and said “Oh and Ms. Green said she has another surprise for us, but won’t tell us what. Say’s we’ll know it when we see it.” Sam blushes when Leslie nudges her, she then says, “Well I hope it makes me a better student.” Sam said goodbye and headed home. When she arrived, she opened the door and heard her Mom cleaning dishes. “How was school, Samantha?” Her mom said from the kitchen. Sam walked past the kitchen into her room as she replied to her mom’s question by saying, “It was great, I’m going to Johnny’s house at 7 tonight to help him in school.” “That’s great honey. I’m sorry about all the yelling last night...” Sam’s mom said from the kitchen, “Also, your teacher Ms. Green stopped by today.” Sam said, “It’s okay kind of got use to it. And really? What did she have to say?” “She said, you had been having trouble with the material, but now you’re going to be doing much better, said you joined a study group with some other girls.” Sam’s mom said, “She seemed very nice. Even helped me with my hair.” Sam walked into the kitchen and saw her mom had the same bun hairstyle, and was wearing pantyhose under her pants. She then said to her mom, “Yea the girls in the study group is nice, and I LOVE your hair!” “Thanks! I see you got caught up in the same bun mania. I feel so much better now. I’m sorry about all the fighting before.” Her mother says, smiling. Sam smiles back and says, “Well yea i did, and it’s okay. Hm, too bad they don’t have a hair style for men.” “Yes...It’s too bad.” Her mother says, smiling blissfully. “I must get back to cooking dinner. Go do your homework so you can have plenty of time to help Johnny.” Sam nods and says, “Yes momma.” She then walked into her room and started her homework. Sam finished up her homework and reached into her bag, pulling out the extra tights, and opens her sock drawer to put them away, setting them on top of her other socks, and shuts the drawer. She then goes out of her room and looks into the kitchen to see how her mom is doing with dinner. As her father returns, they eat and Sam’s mother pulls her father away, saying she and he are going to bed early, and for Sam to head on out, but call when she’s on her way back. otherwise they’ll worry. Sam nods, smiling as she sees her mom’s happy face, and heads to Johnny’s house. She walks down her street carrying her books smiling wide as she thinks about seeing Johnny. She walks up and Johnny lets her in, and they head onto the back porch. They look through the notes, and then Johnny looks up and at her bun then back again. Sam looked at Johnny staring at her hair. “Do you like it?” She asked Johnny as she got a bit closer to him. “Yeah...do you mind...If...I touched it?” He says looking at his paper quickly, embarrassed. “I’m sorry...that sounded creepy didn’t it?” Sam shook her head no, “No, it didn’t sound creepy. And yes you can touch it.” She then turns her head so that Johnny can touch her hair. He reaches over and places his hand on it, and feels it, noting it feels softer than her hair normally would. Oddly, Sam feels this as almost like a massage, and starts leaning more toward him. Sam starts smiling and turns her face towards Johnny’s. He slows his hands feeling her hair, and leans in towards her, placing his other hand on her face. He chuckled. “We should get back to studying.” Sam blushed badly and nods, “y...yea, we should.” After studying for a while, they say good night, and Sam heads back home. She enters her room and opens her drawers looking for her pajama’s and sees all of her socks except for a few exercising socks, have turned into black tights like the pairs she left behind that afternoon. She shakes her head and thinks she is too tired or something and puts on her pajama’s and goes to bed. The next day, Sam sees a lot more of the teachers now have buns on their heads. Sam walks up to Johnny and hugs him. “Morning, do you feel a bit better after the tutoring last night?” "Yeah, lots!" Johnny said as they took their seats in class. Ms. Green went through the lesson and as class ended she asked each of the girls with buns to stay behind. Sam told Johnny that she’ll be outside in a little bit as she stood near the teacher’s desk. “Good...now girls. I want you to keep wearing those tights, and start ‘helping’ your friends with their hair...if you understand me.” Ms. Green said, touching her own bun. She then places a box full of the unattached hair-buns on the desk. Sam looks at them and says, “Will they help them become smarter?” She then took a few of them and put them into her bag. “Yes. They are just like the ones you are wearing, now if they won’t go along with it willingly you’ll have to...encourage them.” Ms. Green said. “If you can get the bun on their ponytail, it will make them feel much better about being a good smart student.” Sam nodded and said, “I will try my best Ms. Green.” She then started walking towards the door. As Sam left, she looked at the other girls and noticed they were all wearing black leather shoes like the kind that goes with a school uniform. She shook her head and looked at Johnny, “I’m sorry for last night, for like getting close to your face. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” She said as they walked to their next class. “It’s fine, also, nice shoes.” Johnny said. Sam looked down and the sneakers she put on this morning were gone, replaced with the same shoes as the other girls. Sam looked back up and smiled, “Thanks, these are new.” She then thought, Apparently. They reached their next class, and saw Jen enter, followed by a girl with a bun who hadn’t had one that morning, and was already wearing the tights like the other girls. Sam smiled and though Bet she’ll love being smart. As the class progressed, Sam noticed a girl she used to hand out with, Chelsea, looking stressed out over her notes, her ponytail jerking as she looked back and forth trying to make sense of what she wrote down. Sam smiled and thought, She needs some help. Maybe I’ll use a bun on her in a bit. She then looked down at her notes and kept writing. The class went fairly smoothly, and after it was dismissed Sam walked up to Chelsea and said, “Hey, do you want me to tutor you?” “Um...I don’t know...how good are you?” Chelsea said. Sam looked at her and said, “Well I made Johnny understand this class.” “Okay then...sure.” Chelsea said smiling a bit. “When?” Sam smiles back and says, “How about 5 pm?” “Okay I’ll be over then.” Chelsea said, “You still live in the same place right?” Sam nods and says, “Yea i do.” Sam said goodbye and went through lunch and her classes without too much incident, other than a noticeable increase in the amount of girls with Buns, and with tights peeking out from under jeans or with skirts. As the day wound down, Johnny told her he’d talk to her online later, or give her a call, and they said their goodbyes for the day. Sam came home and told her parents about Chelsea coming over and she then got ready to “improve” Chelsea. She pulled a bun out of her bag, and heard the doorbell ring as 5 o'clock came. Sam answered the door and says, “Hi Chelsea, want something to drink or eat?” “Uh. I ate already, but I’ll take a soda.” Chelsea said, arms clutching her books. “Thanks.” Sam nods and hands her a soda after helping her put down her books in her room. “Here you go.” “Thanks,” Chelsea said, opening the can and drinking some as she opened her books on the floor. Sam asked Chelsea while bringing the bun up to her head slowly, “So what are you having trouble with?” “Oh, you know...this history stuff...all the names of different people...I can’t remember it all...” She said, flipping through the pages. Sam gently put the bun on Chelsea’s pony tail. “Well just relax for a bit.” Chelsea began to turn as the bun’s back sucked in the ponytail halfway. “What are you....what is that? What-” She seemed to have been stunned for a moment as the bun sucked up her ponytail and her hair blended into the bun making it look like it belonged on her head. Sam smiled and said, “This is going to make you smarter, it helped me.” “Yes. I can feel it already...” Chelsea said groggily, as the bun secured itself tightly. “My socks feel itchy though... do you have any spare clean tights I could wear?” Sam knew that request was some sort of trade-off for the boost in intelligence. It was an odd one, but worth it so far. Sam nods and gets her a pair of her tights out of her dresser and hands it to Chelsea. Chelsea smiles and thanks her, taking off her jeans right there and sliding on the tights, which go over her socks, and her socks vanish as the tights are snugged up. “Thank you.” Chelsea said, putting her jeans back on. “I feel much better about studying and school now.” The grogginess was gone and she was talking normally again. Sam smiles and starts studying with Chelsea for there next test in that class. After Chelsea left Sam got the computer. Sam is online. Johnny is no longer away Johnny:Oh thank goodness. I was hoping you’d be around! Sam: ^^ I helped Chelsea study, and you said you wanted to talk to me? Johnny: Yeah, look something weird is going on. My mom came home with her hair all up in a bun and she was wearing pantyhose and slacks and stuff. She said she didn’t need another job any more, she loves her current one all of a sudden! D: Sam: Hm, well what’s so weird about that? Maybe she is finally content with where she is in her life. Johnny: Sam. You know she hates that job. Kept saying she was only going to work there another month or two while she looked for another one, plus she hates business dress...whatever its called...you know. Just over night now she loves all of it! I think something is up. Sam: Well don’t think about it too much, might be a bug. Like something that effects the mind. Please don’t do anything. :( Johnny: What do you mean don’t do anything? Sam: I mean that you don’t need to do anything. Johnny: Sam...you’re acting like you know what’s happening. We...lets talk tomorrow, before our first class. We’ve got to be honest if w Johnny: woops. accidentally pressed enter. I mean’t to say as friends. Sam: If what? Johnny, are you okay? Johnny: Yes. Sorry, let’s talk tommorrow. I have a bad feeling. I want to talk to you face to face. Sam: Okay, *hugs* talk to you tomorrow. Johnny: Gnight. Chat closed --- Sam awoke the next day to find several dress shoes in her closet and modest yet cute, plaid, and/or pleated skirts hanging where her pants and other skirts had been. Sam looks into her closet and throws something on. “I hope that Johnny likes this outfit.” She says hopefully. As she walked out , she saw her mother, dressed in a business skirt suit, and black hose, and matching heels. “I can’t wait to get to work today.” Her mother said with a huge smile, “I feel just so great about working...I don’t know why though.” Sam smiles and says, “I wanna get to school early today, so no breakfast for me.” “You need breakfast to be a good student, here take a bagel and juice.” Her mother said in a chipper voice. Sam smiles and takes the juice and bagel, “Thanks mom.” Sam arrived as school and saw Johnny waiting for her, and several of her bun’ed friends including Chelsea were nearby by, all identically dressed from the waist down, laughing quietly among themselves as they looked at Sam walking over to Johnny. Sam blushes at the laughs and says, “Hey Johnny.” Johnny pulled her away from the other girls and whispered “What’s going on, what’s happening to you?” Sam looks at Johnny and asks, “What do you mean? I thought you liked the new me?” “I...I liked the old you too. I just need to know you’re safe and okay. I don’t want to find out someone else is toying with your mind for kicks.” Johnny said. Sam looks at Johnny and tears up as the bun deactivates in her mind but still stays on. “It’s Ms. Green, she’s the one that made me that way. Johnny, before class starts i want to tell you something. I really like you Johnny, I would love to date you but you have your eye on someone else so I’ll let you be happy.” “I had my eye on you...” Johnny said, “I don’t care if you’re regular you, or this new smarter one, I just...is your personality the same? Do you feel about the same? Basically what I’m saying...is it worth it?” He looked at her seriously. Sam looked at Johnny and said, “I want to be your perfect girlfriend, I want to be everything you look for in a girl and more. I don’t know if you like the smarter one better or this one right now, the regular one.” “I...guess what I care about is you being happy. Some people take pills for concentration...this is basically a pumped up version of that it looks like...but I just don’t want it turning you into a completely different girl entirely. Do you think it will? Do I need to ask Ms. Green personally?” Johnny said, “If you’re happy smart, then go with it I say.” Sam said, “No don’t ask Ms. Green anything, I don’t like being that girl I was. I want to be me, but we need to stop her.” Suddenly the bun kicked in full force, seizing influence over her again. Sam shook her head and tried to force it back. The bun pulsed visibly for a second, and Sam felt herself slipping under again. The last words Sam said to Johnny before slipping back into the control was, “Stop this.” She then looked at Johnny and said, “Hey Johnny!” “Sam?” Johnny said, startled by the change. “It’s Samantha silly.” ‘Samantha’ said, “Lets go to class!��� She then took his arm and started walking to the classroom. They entered and the rest of the girls took seats, over half now had buns on their heads and the uniformed lower halves. After class, Sam and a few other girls were asked to stay again. Ms Green spoke to them, “Well girls, the time has come to start expanding a bit, going a little bit faster. You see I want to make this a Girl School.” She grinned “I suggest if you like a boy, you either get him to transfer or change your preference in gender.” She pulled a cloth off a large box hidden in the corner, revealing a booth where someone could stand in, with what looked like a 3 foot wide hair-bun at the top of it attached to a rail going down the back. Sam just looked at it and said nothing. Ms Green snapped her fingers and a boy was brought in, dazed and apparently in some sort of trance he stepped into the booth. The machine creaked to life and the giant hair bun lowered toward the boy, slowly swallowing his head inside of it. Sam sat quietly as it covered the boy’s head, and inside she thought “No JOHNNY RUNNNN!!!” The boy’s head began to be pulled through as the bun moved downward, and by the time it emerged on the other side of the bun it had transformed into that of a girl with a bun on her head. The bun kept moving and the boy’s shoes vanished finally as a girl version of the boy wearing the same skirt, tights, shoes combination as the rest of the “bun’ed” students, stepped out of the top of the bun smiling blissfully. Sam didn’t know how to react or what to say because the bun was telling her that’s a good thing but the other part of her wanted to stop this and protect Johnny. --- Meanwhile, as Sam struggled against the messages of her bun, outside of the classroom Johnny had been stopped in the hall by a guy wearing a suit jacket over a tshirt. “Hey, man, saw you talking to that girl earlier with the bun. I suggest you either avoid getting involved, or you help us.” “Us?” Johnny said. “who’s us?” He backed up a bit. “No, no I’m not a crazy guy or bad person here...I’m here to help. we’ve been monitoring the situation.” the guy says. “I’m Joe, I’m here on behalf of the Transformation and Brainwashing Counter Agency. TeBaCA. And no tobacco jokes please.” He glared at Johnny with the last sentence. “Okay...so what’s the plan?” Johnny said, as the guy pulled him to the side. --- Back with Sam, the girls were filtering out of the class, given instructions on how to hypnotise boys to be brought back and processed into smart school girls. They left as Ms Green placed a male teacher in the Bun-ifier. Sam left the room still fighting with her thoughts. She tried to stop her feet from walking so that way she could gather her thoughts but they seemed to be listening to another person. She started chatting up her friend Dave, who had been standing next to a locker near the classroom, as the other girls pulled their unBun’d friends out of sight. “Hi there.” Her voice said to Dave. “Oh hey, haven’t talked to you in a while.” Dave said looking at her. “Yeah, we haven’t talked...but now we are...isn’t that great?” She said smiling. “Yes...so great.” He said getting drowsy. “I...feel tired.” “You obey me, you will be made so much better. Go into Ms. Green’s class and get her special tutoring” Sam’s voice said, even as she fought inside her head. “Yes. I need special tutoring.” He said walking towards Ms. Green’s class as the other girls who had been pulled out of sight returned with hair now pulled into buns, smiling as they thanked their friends for “fixing their hair”. Sam saw Dave go inside Ms. Green’s classroom as a woman who looked like she could have been the other male teacher from before’s sister stepped out, wearing a blouse, skirt, and pantyhose, and a rather full looking bun sitting atop her head as she smiled at the students around her and clicked off down the hall in her new heels. Sam kept trying to fight the bun’s control as her feet kept walking down the halls. She hypnotises several more guys, sending them back to Ms. Green, and pulled her friend Laura into a bathroom under the idea that she had to tell her something, and quickly placed a bun on her ponytail, and within seconds laura was smiling and carrying a pair of tights into the nearby stall to change as Sam felt her legs come back under her own power...though she found her thoughts foggy thanks to the bun. Outside, most of the guys were gone, and every girl in the hall now sported a bun hairstyle, and wore tights, even if it was under jeans or shorts. A couple had even had their shoes become leather pumps thanks to the tights. Sam looked around and went off of campus to stay away from Johnny. She told Ms. Green it was to “find more people to tutor.” She walked around and then saw Johnny standing by a car with the man in the jacket. She wanted to smack herself silly for her plan not working at all, but the bun took control of her right then. She screamed in her head, “NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” She was trying her best to break the control and stop herself. “Hey Johnny” Her voice said as the other man seemed to vanish as she approached. “Hey Sam.” Johnny said. “Don’t you want to follow me back to class?” Sam said. “Yes...I must follow you.” Johnny said as they began walking back toward Ms. Green’s class. Sam started using all of her might to get herself to stop. She looked at Johnny and got out one word, “Run.” “Why would I run? I have nothing to fear from some extra lessons.” Johnny said, smiling at her with a genuine smile. Sam’s bun the took control again and said, “Yes, extra lessons are a good thing.” Sam entered Ms. Green’s room, and Johnny stepped into line as a new girl with a bun stepped out of the machine. The teacher at the front stepped in and turns around as the large bun begins descending again, and the mind control slips for a moment as the man says “OH GOD WHAT-” The bun slides over his head, and after a moment of struggling a medium sized hair bun begins to show through the other side, as a woman’s head wearing stylish glasses appears saying “Ah...so much better. like a soft massage.” and her clothing becomes a dress and jacket, with pantyhose and heels, as she steps out of the Bunifier. “I’m finished, next student please!” She says with a chipper voice and a smile. Sam wanted to run up there and stop all of this before Johnny got to close, but she couldn’t move so she just had to watch as Johnny got closer and closer to the Bunifier. Johnny stepped inside, and the bun began to descend, and he tried to keep still, hoping his plan would work. The bun slid over his forehead, and he closed his eyes, as the bun moved over his face. Soon, a small hair bun began poking through the other side of the giant bun and Sam kept trying to move and push Johnny out of the Bunifier. She tried as hard as she could, but didnt moved an inch as a girl’s head with a bun emerged from the other side smiling widely. Sam started crying on the inside as she saw Johnny come out of the machine. The girl stepped out of the bun, straighting her skirt and brushing off her tights, and walks over to Sam, saying “Hey Samantha, it’s me Jennie. I think I won’t need any more tutoring, but we can still do our study group.” ‘Jennie’ winked the eye not facing anyone else, and stood beside Sam as they watched the rest of the boy’s processed into school girls through the bunifier. Sam nods and smiles back as the inside Sam is crying her eyes out. Jennie and Sam leave as what had been the last boy in the school steps out of the bunifier, now a girl like all the rest. Sam and Jennie march out as Ms. Green gives them orders to fix their Mother’s if they haven’t already using the special adult size buns she handed each of them. As Sam is about to break down and they reach the parking lots, Jennie reaches an arm around her and whispers, “It’ll all be alright. Let’s just go over to your house and study.” Jennie gave Sam a reassuring smile. “I promise it’ll be okay.” Sam looks at Jennie and says, “Okay, sure what time?” The Sam on the inside looks at Jennie with a tear stained face. Jennie cleans up Sam’s tears with a hand cloth from the purse that hadn’t been there until she emerged from the bunifier. “Do you need to do anything now? We could go ahead and go home now to study.” Sam nods and smiles, “Yes lets study.” They arrive at Sam’s house to find Sam’s mom on the couch with another woman with a bun in a pantsuit and heels. “Hello dear, you didn’t say you’d be bringing home another study buddy.” Her mom says. Sam nods and says, “Mom, this is Jennie. And who is this woman?” She says pointing to the woman on the couch. “Ah, right I didn’t tell you, they were giving full body makeovers at the mall, and I took your father to try it out. Of course, you wouldn’t recognize him now.” Her mother said with a chuckle, and placed an arm around the woman who, with a ping in her stomach, Sam realized was her dad. Jennie pulled Sam closer, “We need to start studying, so I’ll be borrowing Sam for a couple of hours.” Jennie said pulling on Sam’s arm, whispering quickly, “Don’t freak out until we get into your room, I don’t want to raise suspicion.” as Jennie quietly and out of sight stuck a hairclip in Sam’s bun, which turned off the messages that clogged her brain. “Keep moving.” Jennie hissed as Sam regained control, but kept feeling the intelligence boosting effects of the bun. Sam followed Jennie into her room and as Sam closed the door and turned around Jennie kissed her full on the lips. After breaking off the kiss, Jennie makes a victory fist pump and says “YES. I still like girls.” Then she pauses, looks at the stunned Sam and says, “Woops. I forgot I’m one.” Jennie said rubbing her neck, “Sorry...I needed to make sure everything was straight in my head. eheh, I made a funny pun. I suppose you still like boys though. sorry about that again.” Jennie started getting flustered. Sam nods and says, “Y..y..yea i still like boys. Uh, i..uh...” She blushes and looks down. “Okay...um.” Jennie looked a Sam, “So how are you feeling?” Sam looked at Jennie and said, “Much better now that i know that your okay. I thought i had lost you.” She then hugged Jennie tightly. “No, you didn’t.” Jennie/Johnny said, “Also. This is weird as hell. You have no idea...I’m in a completely different shape, so everything feels odd... and...the obvious.” She motioned to her torso. “Also...I’ve never worn ANYTHING like this stuff.” Sam was suddenly reminded that Johnny had been living a fairly normal life, with the only odd thing being a strange trend of hairstyle. She now realized the smile Jennie was wearing before was for show, and Jennie was starting to panic a bit. “What...I hope he was right...I hope I’m not stuck like this.” Jennie said, fiddling with her skirt. Sam looked at Jennie an said, “Just calm down, I’m sure there’s a way to convert back somehow." "Yeyeah." Jennie said, getting a little emotional. "basically the plan was for me to go undercover, and try and figure out who's behind all of this stuff. In case ms green isn't in charge." Sam nodded and said, “Okay, well what can i do to help?” "We'll find out from Joe tomorrow." Jennie said. "I'm hoping my mom didn't get to my dad yet..." Sam sighs and says, “As you can see, my mom already got my dad. Maybe it takes a day for them to realize that they need to get there spouse changed?” “I hope so, I’m going to go ahead and head home, see if I can’t get to dad before mom does.” She said nervously. Sam kissed Jennie’s cheek, “I’m glad your okay, when this is all over do you..uh..maybe..want to uh...want to date me?” She asked while looking red as a beet. “Aren’t I supposed to ask you?” She says. “And sure...as long as I can get this all fixed.” She gestured again to the curvy torso. Sam laughed and said, “Well i didn’t want someone to snatch you up after this being the big hero you will be.” “Yeah. Well. We’ll both be heroes. I hope.” Jennie said gathering her stuff. “I’ve got to get home, I’ll talk to you later.” Sam smiled and said, “Okay, great study session” She then gave Jennie a knowing wink. “Yeah.” Jennie said smiling. “Let’s do this again sometime.” She left quickly, and rode off on her bike. “Oh, Samantha honey?” Her mother’s voice said. Sam came into the living room and replied, “Yes Mother?” Her parents were both dressed in their professional clothes and had their purses on. “We’re going to a parents-teachers meeting tonight, so we’ll be home late dear.” Her ‘father’ said, as she straightened her blouse. “Just do your homework and clean up after yourself. Your father and I cooked you a nice meal and left it on a plate in the kitchen.” Her mother said. Sam nodded and said, “Thank you father and mother, I will do my homework, eat my dinner, and get a good night’s sleep for school tomorrow.” “Good. Good night dear.” Her mother said as they walked out of the house and closed the door. Sam sighed and went into her room to do her homework. She turned on her computer to keep track of the time and to see who was online on the Internet. She saw Johnny...er...it still said Johnny, was online. She kept doing her homework and got it finished before she imed him. Sam is no longer away Sam: Hey, IM me back when you get done with homework. Johnny: Hey. Bad news. She gave my dad his ‘makeover’. I tried to warn him by text when I found the house empty, but he called me crazy...and they came back with him looking like a lady from an office or something. Wasn’t concerned at all that his son was now a FREAKING SCHOOL GIRL. Sam: Hm, well my parents went off to a “parent-teachers meeting” tonight. And in his mind that’s okay, at least the controlled mind. Johnny: Yeah I was going to ask you about that. They took off just now...What do you think? Sam: I don’t know, I would say that we can go up their and say we forgot some homework if we get caught and then we can look around. Sound good to you? Johnny: You mean tonight? Sam: It’s up to you which night we do this. Johnny: I mean, we could head now, since they’re having that ‘meeting’...I can text Joe and see if he can back us up. Sam: That’s up to you honestly. Text Joe and see if he’s there or not, if he’s there no need to go up there. --after a few minutes, Sam's computer dinged again-- Johnny is no longer away Johnny: He said he isn’t there at the moment, he’s actually with his team-mates planing how they’re going to fix this. Said he’s nearby, but doesn’t want to risk getting caught. Says we can try and scout it out, but text him as soon as something goes wrong. What do you think? should we risk it? Sam: Hm, i say we should just type up a text that says something to the effect of “help, something went wrong!” and keep having it ready to send to Joe so that way we have it ready that all we have to do is press the send button and it will send. Johnny: Yeah I know that's what we should do about the text, I mean are we going up there or no? Sam: Hm, yea I’m ready for a adventure are you? Johnny: Sure...but I don’t want to get you caught. I’ll meet you up there, behind the gym okay? Sam: Okay, Behind the gym. --- Sam left, slipping out her window and leaving it unlocked so she could sneak back in if she had too. She rode her bike up to the school and saw Jennie sitting behind an air conditioner waving her over. “I think they’re holding the meeting in the cafeteria.” She said to Sam, “We can sneak in through the kitchen if we’re quiet and watch from there.” Sam nods and says, “I have a camera if we need to record something, or do you think it would be too dangerous?” “I wouldn’t want us getting caught with it. Hmm. I say we just try and remember whatever we can that’s important.” Jennie said, as they walked up to the cafeteria doors. “They can’t confiscate our brains can...” she sounded like she was about to laugh then stopped. “er...actually they might be able to.” She frowned as they snuck into the kitchen, and headed towards the window looking into the cafeteria. Sam followed her and looked around beside and behind them as to make sure there were no traps. As they reached the little window where food trays were returned, they peeked out to see all the parents sitting smiling as on the makeshift stage, Ms. Green was placing the only man left in the room into the bunifier. “And, that concludes the husband makeover portion of tonights meeting, now I’d like to formally welcome you to the first ever ‘parent-into-teacher’ conference.” Ms. Green said as the man was converted into a woman in business attire, and returned to her seat. Sam spotted her parents in the front row and what she assumed was Johnny/Jennie’s father holding hands with his/her mother a few seats down. Sam watched and wondered what Ms Green meant by “parent-into-teacher.” Ms. Green smiled as she said, “You are all going to be turned into teachers, just like me,” She then clapped her hands twice, “Through a steady process I will make you all just like me. I’ve already put the staff of the school through the process earlier tonight...” As she said this, from behind the stage women began climbing on stage, all of them wearing the same outfit, blue skirt and vest, white blouse, pantyhose and heels, and behind her she thought she heard Jennie hacking like she was going to vomit, and she saw the faces, realizing why. Every single teacher had been turned into Ms. Green, from their heels to the brown hair buns on their head and the grinning faces. Sam swallowed quietly and tried to keep watching. The parents kept smiling as Ms Green walked past her copies to the center of the stage. “Now, I will convert you into Ms. Greens starting with your minds, then your bodies, and finally I will keep your children here after setting up boarding for them in the nearby apartments, so that I can send you all to different schools all over the country to fix our education system, turning all girls into perfect bun’ed school girls and teachers into either Ms. Greens or Bun’ed teachers, and then waiting for me to figure out a way to fix the boys without making them into girls or...well boys with buns looks a bit odd to me, and I’d like to avoid that.” She walked back and forth as she spoke. “Then we’ll take care of the adults, and keep moving till we’ve fixed everyone in the country. But for tonight, we’ll take care of turning all your minds into mine. You’ll have your memories, but I’ll be running your brains.” As she spoke the last sentence a projector screen dropped and a blue hued video started playing out of Sam’s view, and she watched as the parent’s jaws hung open, and their buns started swelling, becoming as large as their heads. Sam looked at Jennie who was torn between going to stop all this, and what Ms. Green might do if they caught them. Jennie was shaking slightly. Sam took the phone from Jennie and texted Joe and told him what they found out and put Jennie’s phone on silent. She then whispered, “Come on, lets get out of here we’ve seen enough.” Sam and Jennie looked one last time to see the buns had lowered themselves onto the parent’s heads and were pulsing slightly, apparently overwriting their minds. A text from Joe appeared and said, “Get out now, if you can. Go home, don’t act strange. We didn’t think she’d move this fast. I’m calling in backup.” Sam handed Jennie’s phone back to her and said, “Joe says go home and don’t act strange. Lets get out of here.” She then left the school the way they came in. Jennie followed Sam, and they hurried home. Sam crawled into bed as she saw her parents lights from their van, and then heard them enter, with clicking heels in sync as they both headed to bed. She made sure the window was locked and she got into her bed and looked like she was sleeping in case her parents came in. --- When she went to eat breakfast the next morning, she saw her parents sitting eating breakfast, and they both now had brown hair just like Ms. Greens, the same outfits on and the same makeup. Sam looked at her parents and said, “Uh mom, dad. Is everything okay? How did the parent-teachers meeting go?” “Perfectly honey.” They said in sync, smiling at her, then her mother stood up and took her plate past her, stopping and saying “Oh, you left a hair clip in your perfect bun...let me get that.” She pulled the counteracting hair clip out of the bun before Sam could react. Sam looked at the clip and said, “Oh i think that’s Jennie’s from before, I’ll give it back to her when i see her today. I’m ready to learn!” “Oh, well I’ll give it to Jennie’s mother, I’ll be seeing her today anyways,” Her mother says, walking away to the kitchen as Sam’s hair bun awakens and attempts to seize control again. Sam walked up to her mom and said, “But i’ll see Jennie first, and she is wearing something today that she needs that to match!” “Well, I’m definitely not giving you it back now.” Her mother said with a smile that wasn’t her own. “Now be a good girl and go to school.” Sam felt the bun coming to life, and before she could fight it she lost her train of thought. She then nodded and said, “Yes school is where i need to be.” Sam headed to school and entered her class to see Jennie wasn’t there. Sam looked around and asked another student, “Have you seen Jennie today?” “I saw her earlier, but she got a text and left.” The student says. “She’s gonna be in big trouble though. Can’t miss classes.” “Hello class.” Ms Green said. “I’ve decided to accelerate your learning a bit, and we’re going to watch a video today.” She said pulling the screen down. Sam raised her hand and said, “Madam may i go to the bathroom?” “After the video Samantha, you should have went before class.” She said smiling, as she turned on the projector, and Sam felt her head beginning to turn toward the blue image on the screen. Sam nodded and said, “Yes madam.” She then watched the screen. She felt herself becoming cloudy in her thoughts and slowly she felt her bun swelling as the girls around her’s buns also grew to the size of their heads, and slowly covered their heads. Sam saw them starting to move over their ears and faces as her own bun moved downward over her eyes, and as it did she was trying to force it back and cursing herself for letting her mom see that hair clip. After it slides over her face, her mind goes blank, and the teacher smiles as the buns pulse, erasing the students minds, and making their minds as well as their faces into her own. As the buns cease their actions, they change to match Ms. Green’s own color hair, and reveals that every student’s head had been converted into a teenage version of Ms. Green, and their bodies were being molded into Ms Green’s teenage body as well by the uniform, the black tights of their uniform becoming the same pantyhose Ms Green constantly wore. By the time the lunch bell rang there wasn’t a single difference between any of them, all of the Greenified girls stood, gathered their things, and headed towards lunch, as the rest of the classes left, and it was revealed that every class had been converted, and the army of clones marched to lunch in silence. --- Meanwhile, back in Joe’s truck, Jennie had been introduced to Angie, his partner for the mission. She was a fierce girl, orange hair, athletic, but not one to be played with. She clenched her fist as she watched the little Ms Green clones leave the classes saying, “That just gets my blood pumping, what do we know about this ‘Green’ bi-” She got cut off by Joe, “Hey, now no language. Well, we know she used to be a normal teacher, then she went and vanished and popped up here. I’m thinking our mystery man is behind it. You know the one that keeps leaving his inventions for poor suckers to find. They end up thinking they can turn people into what they want, and end up turning into monsters themselves?” He then relaxed his tone. “You can see that she’s got some kind of moral system, even if it is f-ed up. She’s trying to fix the schools, make people smarter, improve worker efficiency. but she’s turning people into mindless drones by the end of it.” Angie nods and says, “See why she vanished, maybe the reason behind her trying to fix schools is what she got kicked out for. And so who’s this little school girl, that i might have to baby sit.” She said motioning to Jennie. “He came up with that bright idea.” Jennie said to Angie, pointing at Joe. “I’m Johnny.” Angie looked like she was about to gag on something. Johnny realized she was trying to laugh too hard. “What’s so funny.” “OH-oh- the reason he...came up...with that idea...is this...” She said, gasping for breath. she whispered into Joe’s ear “Your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.” as sexy as she could. Joe suddenly froze and morphed into a tan blonde in a tank top and shorts. “Da-” “Heyyyy....no bad language in front of the school girl!” Angie said laughing. Angie held her side and gasped for breath as she kept laughing at Joe now Joan. “That was an interesting trigger phrase” Joan said frowning. “I should be used to this, but I’m not. I mean I completely went crazy the first three months of constantly turning back and forth. Not to mention the different things I had to remember...you know how awkward it is to be a guy who has a purse hidden with him at all times, just in case?” Angie caught her breath and said, “Yeah and you pawned it off as mine whenever i was around you!” She then gave him a dirty look. “Yes...well...I didn’t want to look like a freak.” He said, as Jennie looked between the two. “Is anyone going to change me back?” She said getting frustrated. Angie looked Jennie over and said, “What do you think the reversal for this one would have to be?” “Well, we could try the straight reversal, but I don’t think the Bun is going to come off so easily.” Joan says, looking through her devices, then finding one she grins as, and zapping the bun with it, and it falls to the floor, as Jennie hair drops as well. “OW. that kinda hurt.” Joan followed that up with a zap from a small ray gun. “Classic gender change gun. simple but it works.” As she said this Jennie turned back into Johnny. “YES! Body back!” Johnny said cheering. Angie laughed and said, “Wow, but i thought you said there was someone else helping him Joe i mean Joan.” Joan looked nervous and pointed to one of the Ms Green Student’s eating lunch in silence. “I think that one is her.” she smiled nervously at Angie, and Johnny sat down looking somber. Angie face palmed herself and said, “Oh fun, there goes our extra help. How did this happen? And do you think that we can change her back to the girl that she original form? I don’t think Johnny wants his girl to be like that for the rest of her life.” Points to the girl in the lunch room. "no I don't think he does." Joan said. "we can use the time reverser to take her back to the point before she had her mind overwritten." “True, but that means that we have to get her alone and close enough to her with out raising suspicion.” Angie said. “Well, we could just try...hmm. I wonder. We have to keep an eye on her, make sure we get the right one. They’re probably going to head back to their old homes one last night before the parents are sent away. That’ll be our best chance to grab her.” Joan guessed. “I don’t think we can get to her while she’s in the school though.” Angie nods and says, “Yeah, that would be the best. Do you know where she lives Johnny?” “Yeah.” Johnny said, “Please, don’t let me lose her...” He said to himself. “Okay, so do you think you can get close enough to her to shoot her with the time reverser?” Angie said. “Maybe.” Johnny said. “I think I can.” Angie nods and looks at Johnny, “Okay, but not looking like that you cant.” “Wh...what?” He said looking at himself. Angie sighs and points out the obvious, “Your a guy, and not in your girl form.” “Bu...but why do I have to be a girl?” He says looking nervous, not keen on being a girl again. Angie points to the lunch room with all the girls in there, “Do you see any guys in there?!” “No! but...I was going to get her on the way home! and I’d have to look like one of those clones if I was going to blend in!” He said, as Joan just sat back and watched the argument. Angie puts her hand on her hip and says, “You’ve still got to blend in.” “No, not if I sneak up on her! when she’s going home?” He says, desperate for an out that wouldn’t put him back in a school girl uniform. Angie folds her arms and says, “So it’s not weird that ‘Jennie’ disappears all day and that there is a GUY standing around at school??” “You think I’m going back in there now? no way!” He said. “I’m not going anywhere near that school, I’m getting Sam out and you guys can handle the rest.” Angie looks disappointingly at Johnny and said, “Really? You don’t want your parents changed back?” “I do...I...what do you want me to do.” He said giving in. Angie smiled and said, “Go in there act like everything is okay, if you get in trouble text us and we’ll get you out. And after school go to Sam’s house and ‘get your make up work’ for the class you missed.” “But what do we do if they try and turn me into a Ms. Green Jr.?” He said. Angie thinks about it for a bit and turns towards Joan. “Okay time to go back to normal. What do you think about Johnny’s question?” “Well...we could try a protective item again, but they caught on to Sam’s.” Joe said as he returned to normal. Angie nods and says, “Yeah and it would be weird if everyone else was changing but him.” “So...should we...I don’t know, seeing as the clones have the same minds as Ms. Green it is going to be hard to fake him being a carbon copy of teenage Ms. Green.” Joe said. “Unless he’s a really good actor and knows everything about her...” Angie laughs and says, “Well I guess your gonna have to stay out of school this time, but your gonna have to change back into Jennie and get the make up work from Sam.” “Okay. That sounds okay.” He said. “Um...so how are you going to change me back?” Angie points to the gender changer gun. Joe took aim with it and Johnny said “Oh boy.” “Nope!” Joe said as he zapped Johnny, turning him into a Jennie in jeans and a t-shirt. “Oh girl is more appropriate. also. put this back on.” He held up the bun, in a small jar, they removed earlier, which looked ready to reattach itself to Jennie, moving around the jar creepily. “Oh god no. not that again.” Jennie said. Angie smiles and takes the lid off of the jar and tilts it towards Jennie. “Here you go!” Jennie hesitantly grabbed the bun and placed it against the back of her neck, where it began sucking up all of her hair ends, pulling it into it and then pulling itself up until her hair became tight against her head again, in a permanent bun hairdo again. She felt her mind being flooded with thoughts of school and studying as her clothes morphed back into the uniform, and Joe inserted the counteracting hairpen as her shoes finished changing. “Gah, thanks, I was about to go straight to class before you did that.” Jennie said. “I’ll keep in touch. See you guys tonight if I can get Sam away.” She was handed a small box with a button and a pointing device on the end like an antenna, this was the time reverser. Angie nudges Jennie and says, “Good luck.” As the day came to a close outside, Jennie rode her bike through Sam’s neighborhood, every house filled with the same erie blue light, and she glimpsed the families inside, everyone of them with their buns wrapped around their heads, pulsing with the light as they were slowly molded into Ms. Green. She even rode past a police car, with a police woman who's computer was glowing blue, and saw a identical bun wrapped around her head. Jennie shook her head and rode past, pulling up beside Sam’s house, and looking in her window to see her on her bed facing her TV, with the same strange blue signal, and her bun wrapped around her face. Jennie thought what is this blue light and will it effect me? She touched the hair clip on her head. I hope this will counteract it. No way to get to Sam otherwise. Jennie looked over and stared at Sam’s television, waiting with baited breath for her bun to start growing or something, but after a minute or two nothing happened. Thank god. She thought, and slipped in through Sam’s still unlocked window, and zapped her bun covered head with the time reverser, and Sam’s body began returning to normal...well...as normal as she was before the class that morning. Jennie placed a hair clip in Sam’s bun, and whispered, “Sam we have to go...right now!” Sam looked at Jennie and then looked around and wondered how she got in her room. “Okay lead the way.” Sam whispered to Jennie. They got out of the house, and a van pulled up as it began to rain. It was Joe and Angie. “Okay, jump in Sam...” Jennie said, hoping in. “I guess you all were watching?” “Yeah, the rest of the town is being overwritten by that broadcast, so we thought we could risk this...” Joe said. Sam got in and looked at Joe and Angie, who was driving. “Uh, hi I’m S-” Angie cut her off, “We know who you are. Your Samantha, but you like to be called Sam because your more of a tom boy than a girly girl.” Sam’s eyes got wide and she looked scared. “Stop frightening the girl Angie, she just woke up after loosing half a day.” Joe said. Jennie wrapped her arms around Sam, “It’s going to be okay. There was a lot of screwed up stuff last night and this morning, then I almost lost you, but you’re back, and we’ve...well we don’t have a plan but we’re not giving up.” Sam put her head on Jennie’s chest and sighed, “At least we didn’t lose each other.” Angie drives off out of Sam’s development and looks at Joe. “Where to oh wise man who has many forms?” Joe moved to point and then stopped, looked at Angie, then resumed point again after a pause. “That way. We’ve gotten permission to use an old warehouse owned by an out of towner as our staging point. Back up will be there by the time we arrive.” Angie drives to where Joe had pointed while Sam watches Joe and Angie. They pull up, and open the garage doors, and ride up into it. They find a pair of cars inside already, and a group of people huddled around a table. They climbed out and Sam clung onto Jennie scared for her life. Angie walked up to the group and put her arms on a few of them as she says, “Now what are you girls gossiping about now?” “Haha. Not all girls. So it’s funny” says one guy with longer brown-blonde hair. “At least at the moment. We’re looking over the map of the town, trying to figure out where she’s began turning most of these adults into Ms. Greens. We saw the notes you left on this “bun machine” that made the students into school girl zombies...but can’t find the second one yet.” Sam spoke up and said, “She turned our parents into Ms. Greens in our school on what looked like a makeshift stage. “Well little lady, we’re talking about the non-parents. The rest of the town was turned into teacher’s over the same day, and now they’re beginning to converted into Ms. Greens as well.” The man said, “I’m Craig by the way.” Sam nodded at Craig and said, “I’m Sam, maybe it was the TVs. Mine was doing a weird thing when we left my house.” “Nice to meet you Sam, also, we saw that transmission, we assume it is a signal only your special buns can receive. We want to do an experiment. We’ll let one of the unMs.Greened victims go under a recorded and monitored conversion into a Ms. Green, and then use this information to figure out how to send the buns a different sign-” He stopped and got an evil smile. “I know what we’ll do. we’ll alter the Ms Green signal and replace it with the perfect candidate to fix all of this.” He looked at Angie. Angie looked at Craig and her eyes narrowed, “Hell no Craig, you know I don’t like being the guinea pig!” “I’m not talking about testing the Ms. Green conversion on you, I’m talking about using you as the new template in our counter transmission.” Craig says, snickering at the beginning. “You’d rip my head off if I wanted to strap you in front of that TV.” Angie nods, “Yes i probably would, so what are your plans with me?” She asks cautiously. “We’ll figure that our after we figure out how the transmission thing works...” He said. “But we need someone to get into our special observation room, and watch the transmission. They’ll have to have one of the buns on their head too. So it’s either gonna have to be Cathy or one of the two school girls here, or we could change the gender of one of the guys and use them.” Angie smiles evilly and looks at Joe, “Oh JJJJooooooeeeee!!!” “Oh no you’re not!” He closes his eyes, “Grandma, dead bodies, rotten cabbage, baseball, football players.” Angie walks up to Joe and runs her hand up and down his chest as she says in a soft voice, “Aw, what’s the matter Joe?” “Nothing completely unattractive computer voice.” He says, eyes shut. Angie kisses Joe softly on his neck and works her way up to his cheek and lets him feel her breath on his lips. “Hm, but I’m not a computer Joe. I’m a real, live, woman.” With that, Joe’s chest filled out as the rest of him twisted in places and swelled in bits, hair growing till he was Joan again. She still had her eyes closed. “I’m a girl again arn’t I? Da-” Angie covered his mouth “Now now! No foul language from our future school girl!” Angie smirked. “Oh no! I’m not letting you put one of those buns on me!” She said pointing to the glass box with a bun in it. Angie hugged Joan tightly and said to the other guys, “Now, get her now!” Craig grabbed the bun and said to Joan, “Sorry, but one of us has’t be the test subject!” As he let the bun suck up Joan’s hairs. “No! NONONO-” Joan said as the Bun pulled itself against her skull. “I...must get to class! Let me go! I need to get changed into my uniform!” As she said this her clothes started changing, morphing into the tights, skirt, blouse and leather shoes outfit Jennie and Sam were wearing. Angie picked Joan up and said, “Where do you want her?” Craig opened a storage room, which appeared to have been converted into some sort of observation room, with a chair with straps, and all kinds of monitoring equipment mounted around it. Joan struggled, but with Craig’s help they tie her down in the chair, and he puts a hair clip in her hair to talk to her normally for a moment. “Alright, so this is going to suck, but we’ll put you back, right as rain, once it is over okay?” He told Joan. Joan just started angrily and said, “Screw you guys.” Angie smiled and winked as she said, “Aw, you wish!” And then Craig removed the hair clip as Sam and Jennie stood nearby. Sam watched everything and asked Jennie while clinging onto her. “Do you trust these guys?” “I do.” Jennie said, “Do you?” Sam looks at them and says, “I guess so, I trust your judgement.” As they said this, Joan struggled in the chair as the TV turned on, and showed the blue signal. Joan began to relax and the bun on her head began to grow, becoming the size of her head and sliding downward slowly, covering her eyes, then nose, and then her entire head by the bun, which swelled and then relaxed as the broadcast played. “Straaaange things those buns are.” Craig said. Angie nodded and said, “Yea, lets try to decipher what this signal is.” They watched as over the course of a half hour Joan’s hair turned the same brown as Ms Green’s, and her body began changing to match the teenage Ms. Green as she twitched. “Looks like it does a complete conversion of the body, and it looks like even the clothes slightly.” He gestured to Joan’s tights, which were lightening into pantyhose. Angie nods and says, “But how do we reverse it Craig?” “I don’t think we can by normal means. Time reversal seems to be our only option...wait something else is happening to Joan...” He said, and as they watched, she began to shift and grow a bit, and her body became identical to teacher Ms. Green, as her clothing morphed into the same outfit, the blue skirt, white blouse, blue vest, black pumps that Ms. Green wore to class. “Oh my god, she’s going to turn all of the students into her duplicates as well.” He said. Angie shakes her head in disapproval. “This one is the craziest I've seen yet.” She said in a sadden voice. “Well...that one with the living clothing was a bit crazy too. could give it a run for its money.” Craig said. Angie nods and says, “Yea but at least that one was easy to figure out, we don’t even know the motive on this one.” “Yeah. Motive on this is cloudy. Though the basic motive of Ms. Green is twisted but obvious, she isn’t the source. who’s behind this? who would benefit?” They looked at Joan, who was now 100% Ms. Green, and who’s bun was beginning to recede and took its place as a larger bun on her head that the one Joan had had before. “Where am I? Who are you people?” She asked. Angie walks over to her and says, “This is a test for a new teaching job. Who was your last boss?” “Oh haha. nice try. I still know everything the other me does. I’m just shocked you’d sacrifice someone just to get me here.” She said, “I’m no fool. I used to be a regular old teacher till I was fixed, but now I’m way smarter and I can fix everything.” Angie looks at the teacher and says, “The way you talk it sounds like you think we cant reverse it.” “You...I completely replaced the person you put in this chair. Not even an ounce of them is left!” She said, getting nervous. Angie smiles and says, “Oh really? You think your THAT powerful? Your not god love, i promise you that.” “I’m not God. but I can at least make our children into good students.” Ms Green started looking between nervous and happy. “I’ll remake all the teachers using my Buns into perfect teachers, and they’ll fix all the girls with more buns, and any boys who cause trouble will be turned into bun girls, and the rest will be personally tutored by the girls until they get their own version of the Bun.” Angie looks at the teacher and says, “And how does making our children into fucking zombies make them into better students?!” “They’ll be better off zombies who learn and obey.” She said the last part as if she really believed it. Angie sighs and walks out of the room saying, “I can’t talk to her anymore, if I do I’ll smack her so hard that she’ll be feeling it for the next 3 years.” Craig smiled at Angie. “Would you be happier if we turned her into you?” He said smirking wider with a knowing smile. Angie looked at Craig and said, “Maybe, I just want Joe back.” “Well, I need to figure out how to negate the evil Ms. Green army that will be created tomorrow when she sends out this final transmission.” Craig says. “Best way is to replace her with someone who won’t go along with her plans, and if we’re lucky, she’ll change into them as well by falling into her own transmission. You seem like the perfect model for the new transmission.” Angie looks at Craig and sighs as she says, “What do I have to do?” “Nothing, we’ll scan you and insert you in place of the Ms. Green code. Hope you won’t mind waking up wearing a bun and her clothes though, it’s going to be a rush job so we won’t have time to change that.” Craig said as he gave the guys with the computers the thumbs up, and they started typing fast, as a girl, apparently the Cathy he mentioned, walked over with the handheld scanner. Angie sighs, “Okay will i act any differently or will i just have her clothes on and that..that bun.” She asked while censoring what she wanted to say because of Jennie and Sam. “Everything will be normal with you. You know we proved that you were immune to mind controls.” Craig said, “Still a little nervous though?” Angie nods and says, “Hey wait a minute! When did you guys prove that I was immune to mind controls?!” “Don’t you remember, you headbutted that guy right in the face when he tried using the slave beam on you? That was hilarious too.” Cathy said laughing. “Thought I wasn’t so lucky before that.” She frowned. Angie laughed and said, “Oh yeah! I forgot about that guy, it was so funny he was like ‘now it’s time for you to be perfect’ and i was like ‘oh really’, and BAM forehead meet nose. Did we ever find out why I’m immune to the mind control?” She then stood there waiting to be scanned. Cathy scanned her, and said, “No, but I wish I knew. It’s always me and Joe that get hit by that stuff.” Cathy frowned again. “I don’t mind when me and Craig get frisky with the confiscated devices, but I trust him...I’m tired of people playing with my brain every other mission...but at least we’re doing good.” Craig took the scanner and handed it to the coding team. “There we should be ready to test it on Joe’s body in a few minutes.” Angie nodded and said, “Well i wouldn’t mind if Joe got frisky with me.” She then covered her mouth and blushed as she realized what she had said. Cathy smirked and said, “Well you’ll have to learn how to keep him from turning into a girl, or learn to like girls.” She giggled at that, as Craig said, ��okay, we’re going to start.” The TV changed and began glowing purple, as the Ms Green strapped in the chair said, “No...what are you doing...stop...you can’t do this...you’re messing up my beautiful plan!” As her bun began to swell again and moved over her face, silencing her and beginning to pulse once more. Angie watches and says to Cathy, “Yeah, I guess I’ll just have to find a way to keep him from turning into a girl.” The bun pulses, and the hair begins turning as black as Angie’s, and the body in the chair twisted slightly, changing to match Angie’s as the time passed by, and eventually the bun lifted off and shrank back into its place on her head, revealing Angie’s face, the new one dressed in Ms Green’s outfit still. Angie smiles and waves at herself, “hello!” Craig smirks. “Bit awkward Angie? You seem awfully comfortable with this.” Angie looks at Craig and says, “It is awkward but we’ve had worse!” “Well, it’s time to change Joe back then.” Craig says, picking up the time reverser. Angie opens up the door to the room that Joe-Angie was in. Craig walks up to Joe-Angie, “Ready to go back to being Joe again?” He said smiling. Angie watched as Craig walks up to Joe-Angie. He zaps Joe-Angie and time reverses, first from Angie to Ms. Green, and Ms. Green to School girl Joan, then to Joan normal again as the bun falls off. “Close enough.” Joan shook her head. “Ow my head hurts.” Angie runs up and hugs him as she says, “I’m sorry for making you do that!” Joan turns red in the ears, and says, “It’s alright, did it work? Do we have a plan?” Angie kisses him deeply and breaks the kiss as she says, “Yes, you might have just saved everyone.” She then winks and stands up straight. Joan stares at Angie. “I am never going to be a guy again at this rate.” She said throwing her hands in the air. Angie laughs and hugs Joan and whispers in her ear, “Maybe i like both sex's?” Craig smirked and said, “Well, we had better get our trap ready for tomorrow.” He looked at Sam and Jennie. “I’m sorry, but you two will have to go back home and watch that first transmission and be converted, just so they don’t notice anything suspicious. We want her to think she’s won.” He seemed ashamed to ask them to sacrifice themselves temporarily. Sam looks terrified, and she asked Craig, “Is that...is that the only way?” “Yes, otherwise she might notice something, and then she might decide to change her plans or methods.” He said. Sam nodded and sighed, “I’m gonna hate it but I’ll do it.” They said their good byes, and Sam was dropped off in front of her house. She slipped in through the window, after seeing her parents in the living room, now turned into identical Ms. Greens with bun covered heads watching their blue television. She closed her window and saw the TV still on that blue signal station. She took a deep breath and sits in her bed again. “Lets get this over with.” She says, pulling out the protective hair clip, and as it falls to the floor, her bun had already begun growing and hungrily gobbling up her head as she sighs and relaxes as she watches the TV. Within a few minutes her bun was wrapped around her face, erasing her mind again as it began receiving the Ms Green signal. Across town, the same was happening to Jennie, as she thought “I hope their plan works,” as the bun slides across her nose and eyes, and then minutes later both her and Sam’s heads are being over written and have changed to the same brown as everyone Else's in town, and their tights have become pantyhose like before. Angie watched from the surveillance camera’s with Craig and Joe. Angie looks at Craig and asks, “Are you sure this will work?” “Yes. It has to.” He says. --- The next morning all of the students arrive at the school, and sat down for class, as the adults sat in front of TVs and computers preparing for the final transmission that would complete they’re conversion, and give their orders for their next target towns. Angie and Craig were preparing to intercept the signal as Ms Green paced her classroom. “Change of plans from yesterday my students, I have decided that each and everyone of you is going to become me completely. full grown duplicates. I’ll be starting now, so watch the blue screen.” She flipped the switch and the screens all over the city turned blue and began broadcasting the final piece, as the students began growing, and their clothes began changing into the teacher uniform. Angie saw the TV in the room that Joe-Angie was in flip on and she looked at Craig and said, “Shoot, she’s starting the transmission early! We need to get that counter-transmission up and running two minutes ago!” Craig looked at his hacking team and said, “Can we get in to replace the broadcast yet?” “It’s going to be close, but yeah. Twenty seconds max.” One man said. Back in the classroom, “Only thirty seconds and you will all be complete, and ready to change the world.” Ms Green said as the bun covered heads all nodded in sync in agreement. Craig looked at his team expectantly, “Ready yet?” “Yes....right...NOW.” The guy behind the laptop said, hitting a key. The TV in the observation room turned purple, and all across town TVs started turning purple. Angie looked into the room with the TV and saw that it had turned purple. “Good job guys, TV screen is purple. Never thought seeing a purple TV screen would be a good thing but it is right now,” Angie said to everyone there. As she said this, back in the classroom, Ms Green was looking confused, and watched as the Ms Green clones in each of the desks had their buns change from brown to black hair. “What is going on? what happened to my perfect students?” She said, as the Ms Green in the front desk completed her conversion into an Angie. The Angie at the front desk smiles and stands up as she says, “Your plan has failed Ms. Green, if that is your real name.” “No! I won’t give up!” She said, preparing to leave as two more Angies are completed, and grab her. The Angies force her in a chair and hold her down, even though it would only take one Angie to hold her because she’s so strong but to make sure that she wasn’t going anywhere both Angies held onto her. Then they notice that Ms Green has her eyes shut tight, trying not to look at the purple screen at the front. They motioned for the front desk Angie to help and the front desk Angie grabbed a tape dispenser and then taped Ms Green’s eye lids open. “No- stop that- please I don’t-” Ms Green then stopped talking as the purple signal entered her vision, and her bun began to swell on her head. The Angies smiled and watched Ms Green. The bun on her head swallowed her face, and began to pulse as it darkened to Angie's color of hair. The Angies kept her held down in case something went wrong. Soon the bun slowed, and slid back up to the top of her head, revealing Angie's smirking face. One of the Angie’s ask the Green-Angie, “Do you feel better?” “I feel much better..thanks for asking me, me!” Green-Angie said. With that, the cleanup began, and after a few weeks of memory wiping and government covering up, Sam and Johnny are standing by the road with Angie and Joe. “Well, this is goodbye. We left you guys the memories of this, so you can apply to work with us in the future if you want to.” Joe said. “I don’t know about that.” Johnny said, hugging Sam. “Bit dangerous to me, but we’ll keep you in mind.” Sam nods and says, “If we ever see something that’s off, we will give you a call. And you might not want to work with them Johnny, but I found it interesting to be working with them.” “We fixed your original teacher back to normal, and we’re still investigating who originally put that bun on her and made her go crazy and turn into Ms Green.” Joe said, “We’ll keep in touch though. See you guys later! Not too soon though.” He winked. Angie hugged Sam and waved goodbye, as the truck pulled out of the town. Johnny put his arm around Sam and as they walked down the sidewalk. “You know we’re going to have to study extra hard. Still got those notes?” “Sure do.” She said, leaning against him.