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Monica Valdez had done it. She had made the trip across the Strait of Florida with a few other young women. It was a nerve wracking trip, but one they felt they had choice but to take.

They couldn't stay in Cuba anymore. They simply couldn't. They couldn't live under the rule of the current government, even though they had been raised in it their entire lives. They just couldn't do it anymore. The oppression was too much for them to bear any longer. They wanted to live in a place they could love with all their hearts.
The voyage across to Florida was perilous given the ramshackle craft they had used. But once they crossed the path of a Coast Guard ship and were brought on board, everything went as well as they could hope for. They arrived in Miami two days later, being dropped off at a customs facility meant for processing new arrivals.

The staff were so nice to Monica and the other girls when they arrived. After giving some basic information about themselves, they were each taken to a nearby medical wing where they were to undergo a brief examination. Monica happily went along with a nurse who had her sit down on an exam chair. She was a bit nervous about only being in her underwear for the tests, but Nurse Wallace was able to put her at ease. After she was weighed, had her blood pressure taken, and have a brief medical history, Nurse Wallace activated a small machine with various light bulbs on it.

"We're going to do a brief vision test," the nurse said in Spanish. "I just want you to look at the lights and follow them as best you can."

"Alright," Monica said. She began watching the flights as they slowly flashed on and off. After a few seconds, her mind started to drift. She felt her thoughts begin slowing down and harder to form.

"Keep looking at the lights," she was told.

"Yes..."

"You are safe and secure," Nurse Wallace said.

"Safe and secure."

"You are feeling relaxed."

"Feeling relaxed."

"You are beginning to trust me more."

"Trusting you more."

"You are trusting me completely."

"Completely."

"You know that I will never hurt you."

"Never hurt me."

"You will listen to me."

"Listen to you."

"You are now hypnotized," Nurse Wallace said.

"Hypnotized," Monica replied dreamily.

"Tell me how you feel, Monica," Nurse Wallace said.

"Good...so good."

"And do you trust me?"

"I trust you...I trust you completely," Monica answered.

"That is good, because we have something important to talk about. You see, we have every intention of letting you into the US. You will be allowed into the country to start a new life along with the other girls in your group. But before we can do that, we need to make sure you're 'clean'. Not just medically though, ideologically. We need to make sure that when you leave this facility, you haven't just shed whatever remaining influence the Cuban Communist Party had over you, but you've become an American patriot through and through."

"A patriot," Monica repeated.

"Yes, a true American patriot. We're going to make sure you and all the other girls have pledged yourselves to serving Uncle Sam one hundred percent."

"One hundred...percent..."

"Excellent," Nurse Wallace said. "Now, if you'd follow me to the next room, we can begin your ideological workup.'

"Yes..." Monica said sleepily as she followed the nurse. The fact all the other girls she came with were undergoing this same process meant nothing to her right now.

She needed to be Americanized.

Description
This picture is the first picture in a series of four I am making based off a request by Serpent Pirate Queen. Link to her page is here: www.deviantart.com/serpentpira…

Monica Valdez had done it. She had made the trip across the Strait of Florida with a few other young women. It was a nerve wracking trip, but one they felt they had choice but to take.

They couldn't stay in Cuba anymore. They simply couldn't. They couldn't live under the rule of the current government, even though they had been raised in it their entire lives. They just couldn't do it anymore. The oppression was too much for them to bear any longer. They wanted to live in a place they could love with all their hearts.
The voyage across to Florida was perilous given the ramshackle craft they had used. But once they crossed the path of a Coast Guard ship and were brought on board, everything went as well as they could hope for. They arrived in Miami two days later, being dropped off at a customs facility meant for processing new arrivals.

The staff were so nice to Monica and the other girls when they arrived. After giving some basic information about themselves, they were each taken to a nearby medical wing where they were to undergo a brief examination. Monica happily went along with a nurse who had her sit down on an exam chair. She was a bit nervous about only being in her underwear for the tests, but Nurse Wallace was able to put her at ease. After she was weighed, had her blood pressure taken, and have a brief medical history, Nurse Wallace activated a small machine with various light bulbs on it.

"We're going to do a brief vision test," the nurse said in Spanish. "I just want you to look at the lights and follow them as best you can."

"Alright," Monica said. She began watching the flights as they slowly flashed on and off. After a few seconds, her mind started to drift. She felt her thoughts begin slowing down and harder to form.

"Keep looking at the lights," she was told.

"Yes..."

"You are safe and secure," Nurse Wallace said.

"Safe and secure."

"You are feeling relaxed."

"Feeling relaxed."

"You are beginning to trust me more."

"Trusting you more."

"You are trusting me completely."

"Completely."

"You know that I will never hurt you."

"Never hurt me."

"You will listen to me."

"Listen to you."

"You are now hypnotized," Nurse Wallace said.

"Hypnotized," Monica replied dreamily.

"Tell me how you feel, Monica," Nurse Wallace said.

"Good...so good."

"And do you trust me?"

"I trust you...I trust you completely," Monica answered.

"That is good, because we have something important to talk about. You see, we have every intention of letting you into the US. You will be allowed into the country to start a new life along with the other girls in your group. But before we can do that, we need to make sure you're 'clean'. Not just medically though, ideologically. We need to make sure that when you leave this facility, you haven't just shed whatever remaining influence the Cuban Communist Party had over you, but you've become an American patriot through and through."

"A patriot," Monica repeated.

"Yes, a true American patriot. We're going to make sure you and all the other girls have pledged yourselves to serving Uncle Sam one hundred percent."

"One hundred...percent..."

"Excellent," Nurse Wallace said. "Now, if you'd follow me to the next room, we can begin your ideological workup.'

"Yes..." Monica said sleepily as she followed the nurse. The fact all the other girls she came with were undergoing this same process meant nothing to her right now.

She needed to be Americanized.