(Definition:Source: Urban Dictionary)Hans the other day was gaming on his PC. He was on the edge of his kruppstahl chair, as he was having an intense match of War Thunder. Being the try-hard he is, he obviously played Tank Realistic Battles. He was stuffing his face in with cheetos laced with kruppstahl flakes as he was raging."ZE RONSON BLOWN ME UP!" He shouted as he was in his Tiger I, penned by the side by M4A3 Sherman 76mm, detonating his ammo racks. He had no kills in that game mode, not even an assist. He tried to spawn in his P-47 plane but gunned down by SPAA. He quitted the match."FAKKIN' RUSSIAN BIAS!" He flipped his monitor, but since it was made with kruppstahl, it instantly shattered and cracked than just denting. He propped it up again. Getting into another match. He successfully blown up two T-34s in the match, of course only in a up-tier."HAHAHA! THESE ASIATIC HORDE TANKS-" He was about to gloat before being penned by the side in the ammo rack, once again, this time from a Comet. He lost his cool. He instantly left the match before sending him the Comet player a PM, detailing how the Dresden bombing is a war crime and how Rommel was too good for supply lines, before blocking him. He only earned about 3,000 RP and 5,700 SL from this match. Not enough to grind for Tier 6."GRRR!" He shook his fist in the air. In a fit of fury, he was going to grab his kruppstahl desktop PC and throw it, but his room was so cramped he could only muster moving it a few inches. He sighed, as he simply got out of his chair and moved to his living room. His mom was staring at him weirdly. Ever since he was being taught about WW2 in school he became a Wehraboo."Um, Henry, dinner is-" His mom was saying."SHAT UP! ZE NAME IS HANS OKAY?" He said in a poor attempt at a German accent, shook his fist to her before he went outside. He also remembered there was a local tank fest in town lately, showcasing WW2 era tanks for the public to view. He of course, wanted to go there, and probably by some steam cards to buy overpowered premium vehicles.However, on his way out his head felt the sensation of a present hitting it, however gently. He reared at the present he got. A small rectangular box, in black and white gift wrapping.He picked up the present after he got hit. It was some sort of Christmas present, he opened it up to see what was inside, however only briefly. Lo and behold, a skinsuit of a Tiger I tank Gajinka! His personal tank-waifu. He grinned so hard, he practically ran as fast as a SdKfz 234 to his room. His mother shaking his head as he went.He quickly went in his room, which was as cramped as a Panther's turret. Sweeping away everything to one corner to make room for himself. For he would ascend above other Wehraboos! By becoming a tank-girl!He quickly opened the zipper of the suit, slipping his legs inside quickly. His legs, thin, scrawny, soon became toned and long as he moaned at the sensation. He would hoist the suit around his hips, feeling in his rear, feeling his butt become more plump and feminine. Yet he felt a certain member recede in, before feeling a new womanly sensation. He grinned, such a beautiful kruppstahl girl. Much better than inferior stalinium suits.Henry would place on the dainty arms, which would be used to position the chest and stomach around his own. Feeling the toned body, and rather modest chest. He couldn't help but grope it, feeling the superiority as he moaned. He stretched one arm behind himself to zip his back.He would finish off this transformation by grabbing the mask. Placing it over his face as it stretched around his face. He could feel the soft-pink blonde hair as his eye changed from brown, to a different shade of brown."ZE IS NOT ARYAN ENOUGH FOR ME?! OH WELL." He said lamenting at his brown eyes and barely-blonde hair. He didn't like his new Japanese accent, at least it still sounded sexy enough for him. He would put on the clothes, resembling a mix of a uniform and a maid outfit. She would go out to the fest now, as his Tiger 1 waifu."Great he even got a suit..." His mom sighed.Tiger 1 would exit his house, his mom sighing at her get up. Now her Wehraboo friends will know what it is to be a true Wehraboo! As she goes out, she grins at everyone at the street. Who would sometimes smile or compliment at the cuteness of her suit.Just then, she bumped into a IS-2, landing her face onto IS-2's chest. IS-2 giggled as she hugged the Tiger tank. Her krupstahl face staring up at her sloped-depleted-rolled-stamped-glued-bent-twisted-consumed-shitted-out-by-Stalin-himself-stalinium plated eyes."What's the matter cheekibreeki, da?" IS-2 giggled while the crowd looked with amusement."AH! ASIATIC HORDE SCUM!" Tiger 1 blushed before moving away from her 122mm breasts."Oi, mate wat is the problem?" Cromwell giggled as she kissed Tiger 1's cheek cutely. Making Tiger 1 even more blushed and mad. She was like a tsundere, a tsundere of panzers!"UGH! ZE ALLIED PANZERS ARE GROSSING ME OUT!" Tiger 1 crossed her arms and stayed away from the Cromwell and IS-2. She did not like how they were teasing her. She needed her Pastaboo and Weeaboo friends to back her up. Yet there were not here, of course."Can y'all be quiet, ok? I'm trying to liberate this burger okay." Pershing was nearby lazily propped up near a tree. Having a usual american meal, a burger combo. Tiger 1 did not want any of this."UGH! I HATE YOUS ALL!" Tiger 1, her face so red, fled the scene. However she tripped over a rock, giving her knee a small bruise. Everyone giggled, of course Tiger 1 engines were not always the best. The allied trio helped her up, with her hesitatingly saying no."Aww come on Tiger 1, don't be such a 'boo~." Pershing giggled at her."You what mate?" Cromwell nodded."Seize the means of skinsuit production of course, comrade." IS-2 smiled."Gr, I, I guess allied tanks aren't so bad, I mean, you three are kinda cute and, uh..." Tiger 1 calmed down, and stopped talking in ze-all caps."My bouncy sloped armor that shrugs off 88mm shots~." IS-2 winked."I gotta go home, wait, what are you doing-" Tiger 1 was about to leave till all three of the girls grinned."If you love allied panzers so much, why don't cha stay as one?" Pershing scratched her neck, a adam's apple forms as she grinned at Tiger 1. She spoke in a familiar voice... Jet's voice!IS-2 would smother Tiger 1 in her bosom, before holding her tight and showing her back. Cromwell would laugh as she grabs crazy glue and glue her zipper tight. Which would last for a day. As Pershing took off her mask, the crowd laughing."ZE DRESDEN WAS A WARCR-" Tiger 1 shouted as her voice was smothered by the Pershing mask being forced onto her face by Jet. Which in turned was glued too. Jet would wipe the sweat off of his forehead. Sighing before winking at her."Good riddance, don't need another Wehraboo in this tank fest." Jet said as the crowd laughed."IS-2, I mean, Ivan, got a spare mask?" Jet asked his friend, to which he silently nods and grabs a spare mask from her pocket and passes it to Jet, for which he would put on.The Wehraboo could only whimper.THE END.