Somehow Josue became a completely different person. During his vacation in North Carolina, he dealt too intensely with jocks, who literally fucked everything French out of his mind until he suddenly started to call himself "Josh", just as the American bros used to call him out of an inability to pronounce his name correctly. Later returned to Europe, the French authorities did not allow Josh to enter the country again because his French is as bad and foreign accented as it is possible for a real American who is by nature completely unable to learn other languages. The Authorities denounced Josh as a fraud and reported him since someone who speaks their language so badly cannot possibly be a citizen of the French Republic. Fortunately, his bros have taken precautions and already got him an American passport to match his new American past, which will gradually replace all earlier memories from France. With every circumcised jock cock that splatters on his depilated muscle mass to rub its slimy glans clean afterwards, one more part of old Josue is getting lost in favor of new Josh.
Josh skillfully flexes his arms. The massive biceps, freed from any useless hair, testify to concentrated masculinity. Due to his work as a craftsman, he was always well built anyway, favored by a naturally tall, strong physique. And now Josh is really blooming and unfolding his true potential as an American bull. Unable to become aware of his circumstances, the former Frenchman was assimilated without leaving any residue. To express this new affiliation with the other jocks, Josh has always been wearing a baseball cap and loose-fitting blue jeans since his return to America. At most, a plain white t-shirt still covers his beefy upper body, with the pecs and arms bulging through the fabric: "Duuude, you are so incredibly manly. A true American!" Josh will hear these words very often, increasing his pride and arrogance immeasurably until he is accomplished in fulfilling his duty as a smooth American muscle beef.