Hamakaze

“You are the last hope of humanity!” They told me.

Insane, isn’t it? Up to little ago, I was what you can call a useless soldier. I didn’t join the army by will, I was forced to join as part of a political move of my father; so, as you can imagine, my complete lack of motivation always got me at the end of the power pyramid. It was a living hell.

But it didn’t last forever. Once I, somehow, survived the basic training, my father, provably to hide my failures, moved his influences and got me a position as a security guard in one of the farthest lab of the army.

I still can believe what happen then. Some aliens appeared and war exploded. It was ridiculous how we got defeated several times.

It was then that my story began. During one of my patrols, the lab was affected by a close battle and I accidentally felt within a new experimental machine, which was said would be the key to save humanity.

I still remember joking with the other guys about it being use to create an actual Captain America. However, that was not the real result.

Once inside, the machine activated and began to modify me. It restrained me first and followed to spray a paralyzing gas in my face. In the instant I stopped fighting, it began. Some metallic arms destroyed my uniform and removed the torn clothes. I was then submerged in a strange liquid in which I, somehow, was able to breath. After that the metallic arms came back and began to torn apart my body. I could feel my muscles being cut. I felt my bones being broken. I could see the mechanical arms removing bloody pieces of skin, flesh, and bone. I noticed how my body was being replaced with some mechanical tissues. I entered in panic when the metallic arms approached my face and began to do their sinister job.

How long was I there? I don’t really know, my mind lost track of time before the traumatic transformation. I wanted to sleep, but, despite of my exhausted mental condition, the machine kept going. I was forced into some female underwear that somehow fit me perfectly. I can still remember the sensation from my first contact with nylons.

The preparations kept going. After the underwear, it came a petit uniform, and after that a bunch of weapons and canons. And before I could even begin to process my new situation, I found myself flying right to the battle that pushed me into the machine.

I don’t remember how I did it, but I did it: I defeated the aliens!

At the end of the battle, exhausted by the combat, I somehow mustered the strength to feel my new curves and squeeze the orbs in my chest, just before being surround and cheered by the other human soldiers.

Once I was back in the lab, I was explained everything about the human-weapon project… And that day I became the first female super soldier: The Alien’s Crusher, Hamakaze.