#redpill

Like, I find Bertie Carvel, Peter Claffey, Sam Spruell, Daniel Ings, Finn Bennett or Henry Ashton far more attractive than Henry Cavill for instance. And I know that many men out there, including many in the redpill community, aspire to be like Henry Cavill.

Like, idk, maybe women just want men who have sth interesting to say, are genuinely interested in something, are not agressive and date/are married to age-appropriate women?

Jonathan was a very activistic student, joining every liberal protest that would take place in his city or anywhere closeby. The kind of protest he was most passionate about was that against ICE. He saw them as a power tripping conservative cult which needed to be shut down. His anger against it went so far that he even made his own sign, showing his strong opinions on it. As an agent approached him, he went on the offensive:

"How dare you even show your face at a protest like this... you should be ashamed! What does your family even think of you coming home after beating up peaceful protesters... I don't care that I'm weaker than you, at least I have some morality left!"

The agent frowned, half amused, half annoyed by the protester taunting him. He responded:

"Morality you say huh... so you let thousands of illegals roam the streets and commit crimes? You should count yourself lucky, I could easily overpower you... but I have something better for you.

The agent produced a cigar and put it on, blowing the smoke directly into Jonathan's face.

Jonathan had to breathe in the smoke, and confusion took over his brain.

"I... feel... weak... what are you doing..."

The agent, seeing the smoke start to take effect, started to smile through his cigar. He had done this many times, but every time a lib started to fight the woke media's brainwashing was as satisfying as the very first. As Jonathan slowly dropped his SHUT DOWN ICE sign, the agent whispered in his ear:

"Soon you won't be weak anymore... can you feel it? Can you feel the power that's now coursing through you? Feed it, let it take over"

The smoke was not just converting Jonathan's psyche: his hair had started to fall out, until a bald scalp was left. On the outside, Jonathan's clothes turned from colorful to deep black. Completely entranced by the smoke that was constantly entering his system, his eyes rolled backwards.

"No... I have to fight it... but it feels so powerful... no Jonathan... be emphatic... be generous... help the weak..."

Every morsel of Jonathan's brain was trying the brainwashing that was entering his system, but it was all futile. The agent blew another fresh load of smoke into his lungs, accelerating his transformation even more. A beard formed on his lower face, even longer than that of the agent. The face itself became more ragged, his age increasing from the mid-twenties to the late forties.

A new voice arose in Jonathan's mind, and his struggles became more and more apparent in the words he managed to stammer:

"I gotta... resist... resist the liberal media... wait, no! Don't let them win... don't... don't... thread on me... oh god no... god... God bless the United States of America..."

Jonathan's new personality was now settling in his mind, his old memories slowly fading. A small student room was replaced by a suburban home, his activist friends were replaced by the jocks that got him into the Republican party and referred him to his new employer.

"The power... I feel it coursing through me... it's intoxicating... I need more"

The final remnants of Jonathan's old personality were wiped, as his clothes morphed into ICE tactical gear, with a black MAGA hat to top it off. In his place stood Jack, a seasoned ICE agent, who was ready to make sure all Americans would come to love traditional family values.

"Thank you brother... we are well on our way to Making America Great Again! Got a smoke for me? Make sure all of there libs see the light as well yaknow..."

The agent who just transformed Jack shared a smoke with him, the two brothers ready to put down the protest as soon as possible.