Chapter 25

You stand beside Maria on the second-floor balcony of the administration building, watching the Valentini sisters strut across the sun-drenched quadrangle below. The spring semester is in full swing, and the transformation of the once-respected students is now complete.

"Look at our masterpieces," Maria purrs, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she leans against the railing. Her professional attire – a tight pencil skirt and blouse with one too many buttons undone – maintains just enough respectability for her position while hinting at the bimbo beneath. "Hard to believe they were such boring little prudes just a few months ago."

Gia – formerly Giorgia Valentini – sashays across the quad, her platinum blonde hair now streaked with hot pink and electric blue. The athletic build that once dominated volleyball courts has been maintained, but repurposed entirely for male attention. A "Daddy's Girl" tattoo peeks from beneath her micro-skirt whenever she bends over, which happens with theatrical frequency. Her navel sports a dangling diamond piercing that catches the sunlight, while a chain connects her nipple piercings beneath her nearly transparent crop top. Students part before her like the Red Sea, female faces twisted with disgust, male gazes following hungrily.

"Did you hear about Professor Harrington?" Gia's voice carries across the quad, high-pitched and deliberately loud. "He totally gave me an A after I let him fuck my ass in his office! My pussy was still dripping from Dean Wilson's cum!" She giggles, twirling a strand of technicolor hair around her finger, reveling in the shocked expressions of passing students.

Bella – once Isabella Valentini – walks beside her sister, honey-blonde hair now platinum with lavender tips cascading down to her waist. The mathematical genius who once solved complex equations now counts her sexual conquests on fingers tipped with three-inch acrylic nails. "That's nothing," she counters, adjusting her fishnet top to better display the rose tattoos surrounding her nipples. "I blew the entire tenure committee last week! My jaw was so sore!" Her pale skin is now adorned with a sleeve of tattoos featuring cherry blossoms and Japanese characters that supposedly translate to "Cum Dumpster" but actually read "Soup Kitchen."

"The frequency of cognitive dissonance episodes has decreased significantly," you observe clinically, watching a group of female students veer away from the sisters with expressions of revulsion. "Isabella's last breakthrough was three weeks ago, correct?"

Maria nods, consulting her tablet. "Yes, Doctor. She emerged briefly during an exam, started crying about her 'ruined future.' I administered the trigger phrase immediately, and Bella returned within seconds." She scrolls through her notes. "Giorgia hasn't surfaced in over a month. I believe her original personality is effectively dormant now."

Below, a male student approaches the sisters, his intentions clear in his swagger. Gia and Bella immediately flank him, hands roaming over his chest, lips close to his ears as they whisper promises that make him flush crimson. Their former lives – the volleyball scholarships, the academic honors, the respect of peers and faculty – have been completely erased, replaced by a reputation so thoroughly debased that no one remembers them as anything else.

"Your most successful case study yet," Maria murmurs, her hand sliding up your arm. "What's next?"

You smile, watching as the sisters lead their latest conquest behind the humanities building, their giggles floating up like bubbles in champagne. "I believe it's time to expand our research. The freshman orientation is next month, isn't it?"

Maria's eyes gleam with anticipation. "Yes, Doctor. So many new subjects to choose from."

Below, the quadrangle continues its normal rhythm, the space where the Valentini sisters passed already filled with other students, as if the brilliant young women who once walked these paths had never existed at all.