Be More Proud About Yourself

After at least a half hour of kissing our lips separated. “I though our love was supposed to simian after being married for so long.” Charles commented.

“They just didn’t love each other as much as we do.” Nana said semi jokingly. She then grabbed me and dragged us back to the dining table where we sat across each other. “Alright what will be your command?” Nana asked as she bounced in her seat in anticipation.

To be honest I didn’t have many qualms with my wife, I mean who would when you are married to the #1 USA hero who could also transform. However as soon as a grievance he had appeared in his mind he knew right away what he wanted. “I want to make you more proud about your Japanese roots.”

Nana looked confused and dejected at my answer. “Huh?”

“You know what I mean. Whenever we are out in public and especially as All Muscles you try to appear as American born as possible. It is almost like you are ashamed of your heritage.” I explained. It’s true, ever since her father rejected her joining him in the yakuza but especially after we married she never appeared outside as herself. Which he could understand but it wasn’t only that she seemed to be trying to become American too much.

“I am just going native! Besides I am more American then I am Japanese anyway.” Nana rebutted.

“Okay for the sake of argument let’s say that is your reason. Then why do you, a person with the power to change your body, only appear in public as someone else.” I countered. “If you are so American why are so afraid of being seen as yourself in the public?”

Nana seemed surprised at my counter. “I mean it’s my power to change so wh-.” She sighed then, even she knew her argument was faulty. “Okay, I get it. I guess every since I got rejected from joining the family business I started distancing myself from my own face. And after overheard the conversations of the neighb-”

“The what?” I said shocked at this new information.

“You know? The other married women, especially the white ones. All they could talk about was how a white man like you married the daughter of a yakuza.” Nana revealed dejectedly before realizing something. “I never told you? Dang.”

I shook my head of that as I tried to focus on the task at hand. “Okay, eyes on me. Stare into my eyes.” I ordered and Nana followed my ordered quickly. My eyes’ veins then started growing more prominent as my power activated. “I command you to be more proud and open about yourself and your Japanese heritage.” I repeated that order over and over again to make sure it was permanent before I stopped and deactivated my power.

No I just needed to wait for how she responded.