[Kigurumi, Generification, Brainwashing]

“Hah! Guess it’s just you and me again, huh, old crone?”

“That’s Miss Ferrous to you. You really think you can just keep causing trouble, and you’ll get through life without a problem? Is that truly what you believe in the depths of your heart?”

“Of course. What’s school good for anyway? We don’t use any of this shit once we’re done, because we’re just going to get new shit drilled into our heads when we get working.”

This was a familiar sight between two mortal enemies. The most rambunctious and terrible student in the whole school, Bela, and the teacher that struck fear into most students’ hearts, Miss Ferrous.

Bela was archetypical. A young girl who wore a ripped shirt that showed off her rather fine abs and a set of short shorts that left nothing to the imagination since you could absolutely see most of her butt if you looked hard enough, She knew just how to make her aesthetic pop, which was why she had colored half of her hair a deep red and the other a deep black. It was because of this aesthetic that she didn’t much care for that name, preferring the name Belial a lot more. It made her sound as devilish as she felt inside her heart.

She also knew that she would cherish school more for her connections in the future than the skills it taught. Seriously, who the hell needed trigonometry? Who needed to understand what the finer details of chemistry were? And more importantly, who the hell needed to understand how to read between the lines in a text? Stories are stories, they’re easy to understand, the words are right there!

The iron teacher that opposed her, Miss Ferrous, contrasted every decision that the young girl had made. Her rust-colored hair was tied into a neat bun, and she wore clothes that exposed nothing, adding to her iron aesthetic. She was unflinching. She would never budge for anything that dared try to compete with her worldview. Whether it was society itself finding her methods heinous, or the kids trying to rebel against her.

“You truly believe that, you little runt?” The rust-haired teacher grit her teeth as she stared down at the much shorter punk. It had been a few months since the semester started, and yet she hadn’t changed a bit since the day she came to the school as a freshman.

Bela nodded, stretching and exposing the ‘BELIAL’ tattoos on the inner side of her upper arms. “It’s the truth. Both of my parents were dropouts, and they’re still making lots of cash after they got a job that doesn’t require any of the garbage you teach.” She grinned as she let her head rest on one of her hands. “So, what’s it going to be, you old crone? Detention’s worthless, and expelling me isn’t going to get you anywhere. What can you do to threaten me?”

This little brat. Oh, she made Miss Ferrous’ blood boil. Girls like her, who thought they were the hottest shit in town… They were exactly what she had been plotting to deal with for these last two years.

Indeed. A girl like her would be powerless against what she had prepared. “I have my ways. In fact, why don’t I give you a taste?” Miss Ferrous said as her unforgiving frown turned into a smug and self-satisfied grin, snapping her fingers. “Girls! Sound off!”

The door to the otherwise empty classroom opened, and a rigid line of identical students strutted their way inside. Each of them walking in the exact same fashion, none of them breaking protocol or acting out against their orders. It was as if they had been plucked right off a factory line that constructed perfect students, that was how robotic they seemed. They even wore their uniforms in the exact same way, no neat details or anything. And their hairstyles were identical as well. A plain and short black ponytail...

“The hell are they doing?” Bela said as she gave each of them a look. She couldn’t find anything that made them stand out. They really were completely identical. Not only that, but… Were those dull smiles even real? Like, they looked like they had the slightest depth, but there didn’t seem to be a point where their lips were supposed to part. It was like their entire head was just one big mask or something like that.

“They’re listening to their teacher. Unlike a certain little runt who doesn’t understand the importance of listening and being a good student.” Miss Ferrous explained, pushing up on the rim of her glasses as she continued grinning. “But you will understand. You will be just like them, once you get fitted into your new uniform.”

“No way.” Bela said as she leapt onto one of the many tables in the classroom. “You’re not stuffing me into something that lame. Besides, isn’t this some kind of abuse of authority? You can’t just make them all act the same!”

Miss Ferrous laughed at the punk girl’s protests, before snapping her fingers. “Girls. Let us begin re-educating this brat.” She said, and each of the students that had lined up gave her a loyal salute.

It didn’t take long before those identical girls made their move. Each of them moving in near-unison. The ones that were impeded by a table used a surprising amount of agility to move past their obstacle, with some of them even just plainly standing on top and jumping to the next table. Quickly cutting down any route of escape for the punk.

Bela grit her teeth a bit as she backed away further and further. Unfortunately, even if she wanted to escape through the window, she couldn’t. They were several floors up, and she wasn’t a superhuman or anything. She’d probably break all her bones if she tried to jump out.

As she dwelled on the current situation being stacked against her, she didn’t notice one of the students getting close enough to slam something atop of her, blocking her view and leaving her to wildly flail her arms around in an attempt to strike at her assailant.

“Get this crap off me!” Bela shouted, partly muffled due to whatever had been forced on her head. If she could, she would be hurting that old crone so badly right now!

Or… Or should she be doing that? That wasn’t what a good student did. A good student listened to what her teacher told her, and obeyed everything she ever said. She was a good student. A really good, obedient student…

Bela smashed her hand against her face, or at least the thing she wore that blocked it, in an attempt to knock her head back into the game. “What’s with this weird voice in my head!? I’m not a good student, I don’t want to be a good student!”

“That would be my voice.” Miss Ferrous said as she came closer, the heels clicking against the floor being the only thing that the punk could use to figure out just how close she was. She couldn’t see her, after all. “And this is how I’ve been dealing with brats like you. Girls and boys that can’t listen to what you’re supposed to learn for the future. All of them were stuffed into a Good Student’s head, where my voice will guide them towards a better future.”

“What a bunch of bull!” Bela shouted as she tried to rip the head off. She didn’t want to be a good student, that shit wasn’t her style at all! Not just because she didn’t want to listen to orders and have some semblance of free will, but because she didn’t like that ‘good student’ aesthetic at all! What kind of person would ever want their hair in a dumb ponytail like that! Extra colors were more important, and twintails were so much cuter!

Miss Ferrous pushed her glasses up a bit more, before snapping her fingers. “Students. Line up and recite your oath, if you would be so kind.” She said, and the many Good Students quietly lined up near the back of the class wall.

Bela struggled against the order, but the voice inside her head was forcing her to obey. As long as she wore that head, she was powerless. Absolutely and completely powerless. Just like any other student. She hated the feeling.

As soon as she joined the lineup, new words formed inside her head. And her lips parted as a monotone recital poured out. “To be a Good Student, we need to listen to our teacher. If we do not listen to our teacher, we will fall. We need to depend on her until we graduate. And when we do, we will make sure that our children understand how important it is to listen.”

It was such a dull creed. And yet with every word that left her lips, the words ingrained themselves deeper inside her mind. Forcing her to think of them as gospel. She couldn’t live without them…

It was getting harder and harder to not only think, but see as well. It didn’t help that it was cramped and dark inside this damned head, but trying to see for an extended period of time inside this awful head was making it difficult to keep her eyes open.

“Good girls. Now, strip down. Your uniforms, the very fabric of your selves, are dirty. I have brand new ones here for you. Once you’re done stripping yourselves down, I will hand you each your respective uniforms.” Miss Ferrous said, and each of the students, including Bela, nodded in turn.

While the rest of the obedient girls were stripping, Bela was doing her best to resist the head’s pull. She didn’t want to be another Good Student! She had specifically been skipping class because it was so boring!

But as she slowly pulled down her pants, she felt some of that resistance slipping away… Why… Why had she been worrying, exactly..? She didn’t understand why she was worrying…

As she tugged her shirt over her head, tearing it in the process, that defiant voice inside her head was growing quieter and quieter. Like she was stripping it out of her head. Good. It was stopping her from being a Good Student…

By the time that she had completely stripped every article of clothing that had previously covered her body, the voice that had been stopping her from being a Good Student had gone completely silent. She was completely naked, showing her bare body to her commanding teacher…

The Good Student held out her arms as she received her new uniform. Stockings, panties, skirt, shirt, dress shirt, tie. Laid on top of each other in the order they were meant to be worn. With a set of heels stacked on the very top, meant to be put on last.

Slowly but surely, she and all the other Good Students followed the normal dressing routine. Letting the stockings slide over their feet and up their legs. Covering their unauthorized areas with their panties. Putting the skirt over to hide away their privacy. Putting the unremarkable shirt on to hide their bodies, and the dress shirt on after that to add the flair of a proper student. Tying their tie into a nice bow completed the look, and the clack of their heels each meeting the floor in unity marked the end of dressing themselves.

The Good Students could all see their teacher. And like Good Students, they saluted her after their formal dressing down. They didn’t say a word when they weren’t prompted, because that wasn’t what a Good Student did. Only when they were asked to speak up did they speak.

Miss Ferrous smiled as another troubling individual disappeared and became part of her obedient lineup. If this kept up, she would have an adorable class of obedient girls and boys by the end of the month.

It’s a good thing that the Principal was another Good Student of hers. And like any Good Student, she would naturally agree to the rest of the school being made into Good Students as well.

All so that they would keep learning and keep listening to her every word...