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When the nuns returned, they were all dressed in white outfits, gloves, goggles, and secure habits. Kate, watching them nervously, thought that they all looked rather like a group of mad scientists about to perform strange experiments. The thought did not help calm her down.

Sister Nutface snapped her fingers. Immediately all the sisters surrounded Kate, not leaving a single space through which she could escape. Sister Grayhair came around to stand behind Kate, bearing aloft a jar of strange, bubbling green liquid. She peered through her goggles at the other nuns. "Sisters," she announced solemnly, "So begins Operation Lice-Removal!" With that, poured the liquid onto Kate's scalp.

"EEEEEEAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!" Kate's scream was one of intense pain; as soon as the green goop touched her scalp, it burned and made a strange sizzling noise. Sister Grayhair looked at Kate sternly. "We have to do this, you know," she informed her, "It's for your own good. And for the good of the entire world." Then she set to rubbing Kate's scalp energetically, resulting in Kate yelling and cursing so badly that all the nurses flinched and several had to leave lest their delicate ears suffer more damage.

After Sister Grayhair was finished, a handful of nuns came forward with a huge basin of water, staggering under its weight. Sister Nutface motioned for Kate to dip her hair in the water, but she jerked her head back and said defiantly, "Never! I have faced dragons, witches, sorcerers, cannibals and ogresses, and defeated them one and all! I shall never submit to you, O thrice-accursed hags and torturers! Never!" She stared them all in the eye, daring anyone to say a word.

Sister Grayhair dared. "Be quiet, you brazen little hussy!" And without further ado, she placed her hand on the back of Kate's neck and forced her head down into the tub. Kate had only the few moments in which to scream loudly, "MURDEREEEEEEEEEEEERS!" before her head and scalp met the water. She screamed again as the fiery heat of the green goop was replaced by icy pain. She twisted and turned, fighting, but Sister Nutface and Grayhair were remarkably strong for all their age and held firm.

After Kate's hair was washed and de-licerized, she was led to another room, where she was actually tied down into a chair while Sister Grayhair advanced towards her, brandishing a hairbrush like a sword. Plunging the bristles of the brush into Kate's hair unmercifully, the old woman poured in gels and sprayed hair sprays and began the long and arduous task of brushing Kate's hair. It wasn't easy, to say the least. Several combs broke while engaged in attempting to get rid of a knot, and everyone started getting serious headaches from Kate's screeching.

Finally Kate's hair was respectable enough for Sister Grayhair to hand the hairbrush over to Sister Nutface, who was standing next to her with her hands clamped over her ears. Another nun gave Sister Grayhair a comb and some styling spray. The next half hour was so terrible that Kate would shiver at the memory of it in years to come. Before her very eyes, her hair was turned from a mess into a gleaming golden-brown mass of curls. Kate, who had had her eyes closed for the most part, opened them, and screamed with terror.

"Now what is it?" Sister Nutface growled. Kate pointed to the face in the mirror in front of her with a trembling finger.

"W-who is t-that?" she stammered. Sister Grayhair stepped back, surveying Kate with satisfaction.

"That is you, my dear," she said approvingly. "And don't you look pretty! A far sight better than what you looked liked earlier!"

"Pretty!" Kate wailed. "I look…I look hideous! What did you do to me? Oh, the shame, the shame!" And she buried her face in her hands, sobbing piteously.

All the nuns gazed at her, utterly bewildered. "What is wrong with her?" asked one of the sisters.

"I don't know," replied Nutface, "But Mother Abbess told me to send her to the Cleanerizing and Mannerizing Rooms. I'm going to make this girl a real lady, if it kills me to do so!"

Little did she know that it might very well come to that.