Chapter 2

Ms. Ramsbottom’s sedan rolled to a stop in front of the imposing stone steps of Westside Academy. Aiden and Sheldon swiftly exited from the backseat.The morning air was crisp, carrying the promise of another routine day at school. Ms. Ramsbottom, usually composed and reserved, had an unusually bright smile plastered on her face as she turned around to face the boys. "Have a splendid day, sir!" she chirped cheerfully.

Aiden narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of disdain in his voice as he leaned back into the car. "Ms. Ramsbottom, do me a favour," he said with contempt.

Her smile faltered for a moment, taken aback by Aiden's abrupt tone. "Yes, Aiden?" she replied hesitantly, her demeanour shifting slightly under his gaze.

"Drive around the block a few times after you drop us off and pick up a couple of other students you see along the way too, Got it?" Aiden's tone brooked no argument, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made Ms. Ramsbottom nod obediently.

"Uh, sure, Aiden," she mumbled, her voice tinged with confusion as she started the engine and pulled away from the curb.

Sheldon shot Aiden a worried look, uncomfortable with his friend's brutish attitude towards the head of the school, using his device. "Aiden, why are you doing this?" he whispered urgently.

Aiden smirked, his voice low and confident. "Because she'll forget all about it once she parks her car and is no longer my driver. That’s how you said it works, didn't you?” Sheldon nodded. “Plus, it's no big deal, she’s the dean and can be a little late to work. We need to throw potentially pesky wannabe detectives off of our scent, should anyone have spotted us getting in her car, at least for now."

As Ms. Ramsbottom started circling the school, her actions were mechanical and compliant, under the spell of Aiden's forceful command. She smiled and waved at any students she saw beckoning them to join her in the car, her focus solely on fulfilling his request.

"Never mind about all that. Just forget about it." He said to Sheldon, as he turned on his heel and began walking towards the school entrance, leaving Ms. Ramsbottom up to her chore.

"Sheldon, today's the day we change things up," Aiden said, flashing a confident grin. Sheldon shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around nervously. "I don't know, Aiden. We've gotten in trouble before..." Aiden's expression hardened slightly, his tone persuasive yet firm. "Come on, Sheldon. You know we're onto something with this SMPD. We've got the power to make things happen. Don't you want to be part of that?"

Sheldon sighed, feeling the weight of Aiden's influence and the subtle compulsion from the SMPD. "I guess... but I don't want to get in trouble again." Aiden clapped him on the back, masking his impatience with encouragement. "Trust me, Sheldon. This will be different. Just stick with me, and we'll show everyone what we're capable of."

Reluctantly, Sheldon nodded, his resolve mixed with unease as they began to walk toward the main entrance of the school. Aiden's confident stride contrasted with Sheldon's hesitant steps, setting the stage for their upcoming scheme. Soon Aiden found himself following Sheldon into the unused physics lab on the 4th floor.

Aiden sat cross-legged on the floor of the room, surrounded by scattered electronic components and a notebook filled with scribbled diagrams. Sheldon, his glasses reflecting the glow of the computer screen, hovered over a small, intricate device in his hands. "Okay, Sheldon, let's go over this again," Aiden said, peering intently at the prototype SMPD. "How can we make it more effective? I want it to work faster and with even more precision."

Sheldon adjusted his glasses nervously. "Well, theoretically, we could enhance the neural interface. If we fine-tune the frequency modulation and increase the signal strength, it might penetrate deeper into the subconscious."

Aiden nodded thoughtfully. "And what about the suggestions? Can we tweak it so that the commands are more persuasive, like they're not just suggestions but irresistible directives?"

Sheldon scratched his head. "That might require some algorithm adjustments. We could integrate a feedback loop to monitor the subject's responses in real-time, adjusting the amplitude and frequency based on their neural activity."

"That sounds promising," Aiden mused, just happy to receive a positive response. "Let's start with those changes. I want this device to be unstoppable."

Over the next hour, they meticulously fine-tuned the SMPD, testing it on a **** rodent as their mock subject. Meanwhile Aiden caught a glimpse of Ms. Ramsbottom as she entered the campus from a nearby window, she looked tired and confused. Sheldon adjusted knobs and sliders, while he observed the effects and noted down improvements in his notebook. "There," Sheldon finally exclaimed, holding up the device triumphantly. "I think we've made significant strides. The neural interface is more responsive, and the suggestion dynamics should be more compelling."

Aiden grinned, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Perfect. Now, let's see how Ms. Ramsbottom responds to our upgraded SMPD." Sheldon’s blood ran cold as soon as he heard that but he felt powerless to stop Aiden as he put on the headset and commanded Sheldon, “Make sure nobody knows about this would you? Wouldn’t bode very well for you.” Sheldon just nodded in a defeated manner, knowing that command meant any plans he had for stopping this **** had to now be carried out by himself. With the device in hand and confidence brimming, Aiden prepared himself for his next encounter with the unsuspecting dean.

As Aiden knocked and entered the dean’s cabin, he saw Ms. Ramsbottom behind her desk, she was still wearing her white blouse albeit the blazer was back on, her expression stern as Aiden entered her office. She suddenly recalled that she needed to chide him for what she had seen happen on the roadside a couple of hours ago. She intended to address his behaviour towards Sheldon, ready to assert her authority.

"Aiden, we need to discuss your bullying of Sheldon," Ms. Ramsbottom began firmly. "It's unacceptable and needs to stop immediately." Aiden, feigning contrition, nodded slowly.

"I understand, Ms. Ramsbottom. But maybe there's a different perspective we can consider." He took a seat opposite her, subtly activating the SMPD, through a remote Sheldon had made which he had concealed in his pocket. The device hummed softly as Aiden continued, his voice taking on a persuasive tone.

"Ms. Ramsbottom, what if we saw Sheldon's experience as an opportunity for growth? Perhaps through some playful interactions, we could foster a more positive environment." Ms. Ramsbottom frowned, about to interject, but Aiden's words began to resonate differently in her mind. Unbeknownst to her, the SMPD was subtly implanting suggestions of whimsy and playfulness.

"Playful interactions?" Ms. Ramsbottom echoed, her voice sounding less authoritative and more contemplative. "But bullying is a serious matter, Aiden."

Aiden leaned forward, his eyes locking with hers as he subtly intensified the SMPD's influence. "Of course, Ms. Ramsbottom. But what if, instead of stern lectures, we approached it with a touch of humour? Imagine the impact on Sheldon, on the whole atmosphere of the school."

Ms. Ramsbottom blinked, feeling a strange shift in her thoughts. Aiden's words seemed to echo deeper within her mind, reshaping her perception of the situation. "I... hadn't considered that," she admitted slowly, her tone softer now. "Perhaps there's merit in finding a balance."

Aiden smiled inwardly, knowing the SMPD was doing its work. "Exactly, Ms. Ramsbottom. Balance is key. Maybe a bit of humour can defuse tension and create a more positive dynamic." Ms. Ramsbottom nodded slowly, a faint hint of amusement flickering across her face. "Yes, humour... I suppose it's worth exploring."

Aiden glared at Ms. Ramsbottom, satisfied with the subtle transformation he had initiated. "Thank you for considering it, Ms. Ramsbottom. I believe we're on the right path." He could sense the subtle shifts taking hold in her demeanour, but he knew he needed to cement the transformation. He casually walked back to the desk, his gaze fixed on hers.

"Ms. Ramsbottom, I appreciate your open-mindedness," Aiden said, his voice steady and authoritative. "In fact, I think we can take this a step further today. Imagine if we embraced a more creative approach right now." Ms. Ramsbottom furrowed her brow slightly, unsure where Aiden was going with this. "A creative approach?"

"Yes," Aiden continued smoothly, activating the SMPD more assertively as he spoke. "Let's embody this shift, right here, right now. Picture yourself not just as a disciplinarian, but as a figure of humour and light-heartedness. Imagine the impact it could have on the entire school community."

Ms. Ramsbottom blinked, feeling a strange sense of suggestion settling in. Aiden's words seemed to resonate deeper, penetrating her subconscious with a compelling vision of transformation. "I... I'm not sure," she began, her voice faltering.

"A clown, perhaps," Aiden suggested with a subtle grin, pushing the SMPD to amplify the idea. "A whimsical figure who brings laughter and joy, even in disciplinary matters. A funny clown with a funny name, Rammie Bottoms, perhaps?"

Ms. Ramsbottom's eyes widened slightly, a mix of confusion and intrigue flickering across her face. "Rammie... Bottoms?" "Yes," Aiden affirmed, his confidence bolstered by the SMPD's influence. "Imagine the impact of Rammie Bottoms, the clown dean. You could embody a new approach, transforming the way discipline is perceived."

Ms. Ramsbottom hesitated, but Aiden's words were working their magic. Slowly, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Rammie Bottoms... It's... unconventional."

"Exactly," Aiden pressed on, sensing victory. "Unconventional, but potentially transformative. Let's embrace this change, Ms. Ramsbottom. Let's make Rammie Bottoms a reality today."

Ms. Ramsbottom's resistance melted further as she entertained the absurd yet strangely compelling notion. "Today?" Aiden nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Today. Let's make it happen, Ms. Ramsbottom. Embrace the whimsy, the creativity. Become Rammie Bottoms and show the school a new way forward."

Ms. Ramsbottom took a deep breath, her mind conflicted yet strangely intrigued by the prospect. Finally, with a drunkish nod and a hint of a mischievous smile, she said, "Alright, Aiden. Let's do it." Aiden's grin widened triumphantly as he watched Ms. Ramsbottom begin to embody Rammie Bottoms, the transformation unfolding before his eyes. It was a moment of bizarre victory, as the dean of discipline took on a new, clownish persona, setting the stage for a decidedly unconventional era at the school.

As Aiden stood by, he sensed the need to push the boundaries further. He had planted the seed, and now it was time to see how far she would go. Subtle changes weren't enough. He wanted a dramatic and immediate transformation of Ms. Ramsbottom into Rammie Bottoms, the clown.

"Rammie, let's complete your transformation now," Aiden commanded firmly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority amplified by the SMPD's influence. "Strip away your current attire. It's time for something entirely different."

Rammie Bottoms, under the spell of the SMPD, looked at Aiden with a mix of bewilderment and compliance. Without a word, she began to undress,starting with her glasses, shedding her formal suit piece by piece until she stood before Aiden in her undergarments, hesitant yet strangely willing to proceed.

“Rammieeee," Aiden said, his voice dripping with mockery, "You look far too serious for someone in your position. I think you need to loosen up, don't you agree?"

Ms. Ramsbottom blinked, a dazed expression crossing her face. She picked up and hesitantly pulled the pins from her tight bun, letting her hair cascade down in a wild, dishevelled manner. Aiden chuckled softly, watching her transformation with malevolent pleasure.

"Now, that blouse and blazer are just too stuffy," Aiden continued, his tone commanding. "Let’s make them more... fun."

Ms. Ramsbottom’s hands moved almost mechanically. She grabbed a pair of scissors from Aiden’s desk and started to cut her white blouse. She cut away the entire front panel, leaving only the sides and collar, which flapped loosely as she put it back on. Her grey blazer was next; she hacked off the sleeves entirely, creating a vest-like garment that hung awkwardly over her torn blouse.

As she worked, a giggle escaped her lips. The more she altered her clothes, the more she seemed to enjoy it. "This is quite fun, isn't it, Aiden?" she said with unusual cheerfulness. Aiden’s grin widened. "Absolutely, Ms. Ramsbottom. But we’re not done yet. That skirt needs some attention too."

Ms. Ramsbottom picked up her pencil skirt awkwardly and then took the scissors to it, cutting it unevenly so that it barely covered her thighs and looked like a jagged mess. Her skirt now sat unevenly, one side higher than the other, creating a lopsided, comical effect. She laughed at the ridiculous sight. "Here, use this," Aiden handed her a small can of bright red paint he’d found in the supply closet in her office. "Add some colour."

Ms. Ramsbottom took the paint and splashed it across her outfit, creating random streaks and blotches that made her look like a deranged artist. She painted large red circles on her cheeks and a big red smile on her mouth, resembling a grotesque clown. "And those glasses," Aiden said, "Wear them upside down, you need to see after all, don’t you?"

Ms. Ramsbottom took her glasses, flipped them, and placed them back on her face. The frames sat awkwardly, lenses pointing downwards, distorting her vision. She looked at herself in the mirror and burst into laughter. "This is fantastic! I look so silly!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Perfect, Rammie Bottoms. Now, let’s make it even more absurd," Aiden said, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Cut your hair."

Ms. Ramsbottom took the scissors and, with a trembling hand, began hacking at her hair. Chunks of hair fell to the floor as she created an uneven, jagged mess that framed her face chaotically. She giggled uncontrollably, finding the transformation utterly amusing. The transformation was unsettlingly quick, as if her mind was now fully aligned with the whimsical nature of Rammie Bottoms.

Aiden stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Rammie Bottoms stood before him, a complete metamorphosis from the stern dean to a vibrant, playful clown. "How do you feel, Rammie?" Aiden asked, his voice carrying a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity.

Rammie hesitated, then broke into a wide grin that stretched across her painted face. "Liberated," she declared, her voice tinged with a newfound sense of freedom. "This... persona, it's exhilarating."

“Now, before you go entertain your students, you must be aware that every clown must go through a hazing ritual?”

Rammie just giggled in response as she enquired, “Hazing ritual? No matter what it is, I’m willing to do whatever it takes!”

"Good," Aiden nodded approvingly. Come over this side and lean over your desk, you must grab onto your desk and no matter what happens next, no matter what emotion you feel. All you’re allowed to do is laugh and giggle, am I understood?”

“Hehehehe, loud and clear boss!” responded the mindfucked dean. Aiden hadn’t planned on doing it but seeing the ever so strict dean stand in front of him in her underwear and the sheer ridiculousness of her transformation had gotten the better of him.

He pulled her skirt up and roughly pulled her panties down until they bunched up at her feet. He followed that up by pulling his own pants down and freeing his hard cock which had been aching until that moment. Without giving it a second thought, Aiden rammed (Pun intended) his cock into the welcoming clown ass in front of him.

“WHA- HAHAHAHAHAHHA” for a second it seemed like the dean had come back to her senses but that was quickly shut down by Aiden’s previous command as she began laughing uncontrollably. Aiden hadn’t noticed as he was far too busy fucking the woman who had given him so much grief. He kept fucking her as Ms. Ramsbottom’s laughs slowly got integrated with silent moans of pleasure which went on until Aiden was finally satisfied and decided to finish inside the dean’s now soaking wet cunt. He gave her ass a nice smack and pulled her skirt down.

He bent down to pick her underwear off the floor and bunched it up until it took a ball-like shape. “Ummm you got more of these Rammie?” he asked the now panting dean. “Y-yes, I got a couple more in the drawer for emergencies. “Well this definitely counts as one, take them and bunch them up into similar balls, they’ll act as a good prop for your act.”

“A-Aiden….” the dean said meekly, still rooted to her spot since he hasn't asked her to move yet. “Yes Rammie?”. “Am I finally a clown now? Did I pass?” she asked as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Aiden bent down and wiped the tear away, running a hand through her hair, “Yes you did, with flying colours” he said as he winked at her. Rammie responded by finally buckling her knees and collapsing on the floor.

Aiden was worried until he saw that the dean had been laughing uncontrollably. “I’ve never been this happy, this free!”

Aiden just smirked offering the dean his hand, "Now, let's show the school your new identity. Embrace Rammie Bottoms fully."

With a skip in her step and a twirl of her ruffled collar, Rammie Bottoms led the way out of her office. The school corridors filled with stunned whispers as students and faculty alike caught sight of the once-stern dean transformed into a larger-than-life clown, spreading joy and wonder with every playful gesture.

Bewildered stares followed Rammie Bottoms as she entered the school halls. The usual hum of activity dulled momentarily as students and staff took in the sight of their once-respected dean now adorned in vibrant clown attire. Some burst into laughter, while others exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of how to react to this unexpected spectacle.

Rammie, emboldened by the surreal transformation brought upon her by Aiden's command through the SMPD, moved through the corridors with a newfound confidence. Her steps were lighter, her gestures more animated, as if she had shed not just her clothes but also the weight of her former seriousness.

A group of students approached cautiously, their curiosity piqued by the sight of Rammie Bottoms. "Is that... Ms. Ramsbottom?" one whispered incredulously.

"Yeah, but why is she dressed like that?" another replied, eyes wide with fascination.

Rammie caught wind of their murmurs and paused, turning to face the curious onlookers. With a flourish, she performed a series of exaggerated gestures, juggling the balls Aiden had so graciously provided her with and bowing deeply with a flourish of her oversized collar. Her voice, usually stern and commanding, now carried a lighthearted tone as she addressed the students.

"Good morning, my dear students!" Rammie exclaimed in a sing-song voice, her painted smile stretching from ear to ear. "Today, we embark on a journey of laughter and learning, where seriousness takes a backseat to the joys of clowning around!"

Some students giggled nervously, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected address. Others, caught up in the infectious energy of Rammie Bottoms, joined in the playful spirit, clapping and cheering her antics, thinking it to be some big prank being pulled.

Aiden watched from a distance, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. His experiment with the SMPD had surpassed his expectations, turning a once-authoritative figure into a source of amusement and curiosity. He relished the power the device gave him, not just to command obedience but to reshape perceptions and personalities at will.

As Rammie Bottoms continued to captivate the school with her antics, Aiden contemplated what other transformations he could orchestrate with the SMPD. The possibilities seemed endless, each one more audacious and surreal than the last.

Meanwhile, Rammie, now fully embracing her clown persona, led a group of students in an impromptu dance, her laughter echoing through the halls. The school day had taken an unexpected turn, courtesy of Aiden's twisted imagination and the potent influence of the subconscious mind-penetrating device.

As Aiden exited the dean's office, his mind buzzing with the success of his latest manipulation, he was unexpectedly intercepted by Ms. Parker, the insightful and supportive psychology teacher. She had noticed the peculiar behaviour of Ms. Ramsbottom and was concerned.

"Aiden, wait a moment," Ms. Parker called out softly, her brow furrowed with concern as she approached him in the hallway. "I couldn't help but notice something off about Ms. Ramsbottom just now. She seemed... different. What happened there just now?" Aiden turned to face Ms. Parker, his expression a mask of innocence tinged with amusement. "Oh, Ms. Parker, you wouldn't believe it. Ms. Ramsbottom... well, she's just been under a lot of stress lately, you know? Workload, responsibilities... it's all getting to her."

Ms. Parker studied Aiden intently, sensing there was more to the story. "Stress? Are you sure that's all it is? She seemed almost robotic back there, like she wasn't herself."

Aiden chuckled softly, a gleam of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well, perhaps she's just feeling a bit... impressionable today. You know how it is when someone gets overwhelmed. They start to lose themselves a bit." Ms. Parker nodded slowly, her mind racing with concern. "I see. But if there's anything more going on, anything you might know about, I hope you'll let me know. I'm here to help, Aiden." Aiden smiled warmly at Ms. Parker, his voice laced with a subtle charm. "Of course, Ms. Parker. You're always so supportive. I appreciate that. But for now, I think Ms. Ramsbottom just needs a bit of space to collect herself."

Ms. Parker nodded again, though not entirely convinced. She knew there was something deeper happening, something that troubled her deeply. As she watched Aiden continue down the hallway, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this situation than met the eye.