"Rock band tour bus?" Philip asked. Cool, maybe it would be one of his favorite bands, but they were mostly country western bands. Well, some were Rockabilly and those are rock bands, right?
He felt odd. His body was getting all transparent like one of those holograms in the movies. His clothing fell right through him. He was suddenly naked in a hotel parking lot. Suddenly, the hotel and vehicles in the lot began to shrink. No, wait he was growing. Philip dropped to his hands and knees. His hands became tires, and his knees and feet became tires. His skin turned white, as he grew bus size.
"Seriously, we have to make do with a temporary rental bus!" exclaimed the half naked guy in leather jeans and a Mohawk.
"Hey, bro, you're lucky, I was able to wangle this. It's only for a week, they say the old tour bus will have two new axles within a week. Just promise me that you make sure that whoever drives her will be sober. You know agree on a designated driver before you party."
"Hey, you're only our manager, you're not the b-" mohawk guy started, but seeing the expression on the manager's face, he changed his tone, "Okay, I won't drive the bus, happy?" Then he looked at you, "Oh, please tell me this vanilla mobile isn't the temp bus? I mean, the least you coulda done was get a black bus."
"Hey, this is South Dakota, you were lucky, I was able to get you a bus and not an RV."
"Well, let's check it out," mohawk said prying Philip's doors open, and stepping inside.
Philip felt so violated, as mohawk guy walked around inside him.
"Urp!" said mohawk.
The manager followed him inside.
"See! Plenty of room for you guys and the roadies to practice, sleep, and-"
"It's gotta bathroom right?" asked Mohawk urgently.
"Huh? Sure in the back," said the manager.
"Gotta christen it now!" he said dashing for the back and grabbing his side.
"Rock stars," sighed the manager, as the bathroom door swung open, and then shut loudly behind Mohawk guy. "I dunno why I-" he paused and looked at his Rolex, "Only charge them 20%".
A ghastly noise emanates from the bathroom, and Philip begins to taste something foul. A week of this? Yuk! Why in hell would they put his tongue in the bus' toilet? What was the guy doing? Philip's visual focus had initially been outside the bus, and when they had entered, he had been able to focus on the interior, but he was seeing through the driver's mirror. He focused on the bathroom, and suddenly, he was looking out of the mirror.