AMERICA! FUCK YEAH! (TG)

    Vlad was one of the worlds most dangerous and wanted terrorists in the world. For years, he had done various bombings and shootings. But now, he was preparing his biggest attack yet, on America of all places. It was years in the planning. But, one of his operatives was captured by the CIA. Before he knew it, Vlad was tackled by a number of men wearing black shades and suits, getting knocked out as he hit the ground.

Waking up, Vlad found himself in a dimly lit room. He was battered and bruised and tied down to a chair. He shook and jolted around, but his restraints would not budge. Vlad was prepared to die for his cause. He thought he would be ready for whatever torture the CIA could throw at him. Vlad was wrong. 

Hours later, the exhausted, starving, and thirsty Vlad saw the door to the dingy room he was tied up in open. Walking in was a broad man, wearing shades, and a suit, minus the blazer. He was bald and talked with a voice modulator. Vlad was punched in the stomach and ribs several times, then dragged by some other men. Vlad was forced onto a bench and tied down. 

"We know you were planning an attack. We're picking up your associates as we speak." the Bald man spoke, putting on gloves. "No need for a confession. The president has already decided what to do with you." 

Vlad was gagged and couldn't responded. But he figured he would be shot. But no. The man pulled out a syringe of some kind. Vlad let out a breath. His death would be humane, he thought. The syringe was forced into his neck, and Vlad could feel the cool liquid course through his veins. The serum coursed through his entire body, and he could feel it down to the molecule. 

Vlad let out a muffled scream, as his skin began to bubble, each pop of the bubble shooting off hair. In its wake, his skin slowly became smooth, creamy, and void of any hair, blemishes and scars. Vlad's body shrank down, from 6'7 to 5'4, the restraints that were holding him now loose. Vlad would try to escape, but his body felt so weak. His buzz cut black hair began growing out. What was once pitch black locks of hair was now a vibrant, healthy blonde colour. His face softened up, losing his sharp, masculine features, for softer, feminine ones. His bushy brows thinned out, eyes turning blue, framed by long and luscious lashes. His nose shrank, lips plumping up significantly. Vlad's Adams apple vanished, his voice now sounding very feminine and his accent now completely different. His broad shoulders narrowed down, arms losing muscle and mass, even tattoos as they became thin twigs. Both of his meaty hands shrunk down, each nail growing out in length, perfectly manicured. Vlad began to feel pleasure course through his body, his waist narrowing, and buff stomach flattening. Pleasure made Vlad squirm on the table he was placed on. His hips jutted out wide, into childbearing proportions. Vlad could feel pressure growing in his chest, butt, thighs and crotch. He felt like he was going to explode. And in a certain way, he did. His chest exploded with fat and flesh, the fat behind his nipples growing and growing into two, massive orbs, heavy and sagging. Vlad's ass grew in a similar way, fat forcing its way into his cheeks, Vlad's ass becoming a massive, heart shaped bubble butt. Vlad's thighs thickened up, forcing his cock into his body, forming a tight slit and a pair of lips. 

Vlad had become a woman. The bald agent smirked and nodded his head. A few other agents entered, dressing Vlad in a skimpy bikini, the pattern on it an American flag. Vlad cursed America. 

"You won't be cursing America for long Ashleigh" the bald agent man laughed. Some kind of experimental helmet was placed onto Vlad's head, his vision blocked, only for a screen to blind him, showing him life as an American bimbo slut. The montages of sex and partying and being a true blooded American. When the helmet was removed, Ashleigh giggled like the vapid, dumb blonde she was, ogling the handsome men all around her. 

Ashleigh was dropped off at the nearest beach, with a new identity and an apartment funded by the US government. Ashleigh was truly an American now. Loving burgers, and freedom, and having sex with hunks. Within minutes she was taking in some random stud on the beach, like a true, free American woman.