After half an hour things in the car were becoming strained, to say the least. Sam and Rachael kept trying to pester each other in various ways from wheelies to shocks, Debra was continuously caught in the crossfire and both mothers were getting sick and tired of having to deal with this. Being cooped up all day in the hover car had been making them all tetchy. Fortunately Linda found a sign.
"Darling, there's going to be a pit stop in five kilometers." She sent her wife a picture of the sign electronically.
"Well thank Turing for small miracles". Hattie replied silently.
Linda turned to face her daughters. "Now girls...GIRLS!" She snapped a bit harshly. It had been a long trip and the building aggravation had crossed over their transformation. That did get the attention of the three young fembots in the back seat. Never the less she soon rallied. "If you can be quiet for the next minute or so we'll have a bit of a break, we can get out and about, maybe even recharge and get a treat if you behave." In truth Hattie was planning on stopping no matter what, the car needed recharging at least, but it was a useful thing to say to get some peace and quiet
That was enough to get the two younger to relent. "Yes mom." They said reluctantly. With that, the two young gynoids relented for a time and Debra gave out a sigh of relief. A couple minutes latter, the hover car turned off to a small gathering of buildings built around some greenspace and included a gas station, small restaurant, shop, hotel and a playground. It soon decelerated, emitting a faint whuring sound as it past before it touched down in front of one of the pumps on four short rubber padded legs.
The sight of the strange new vehicle was enough to get Larry Hu the attendant's attention. It did not take much for that, the job was tedium itself, but this a real development. The mixture of classic automotive and pulp sci-fi design with what looked like anti-gravity technology was a head turner. Then again the real shocker came when it's gullwings opened up, ramps went down and five fembots wheeled their way out. First there were two child like ones which darted out, jumping for joy to be out and about in girlish delight. A few seconds latter two more came out at a more sedate and purposeful pace, taking in the scenery for a second and where the little ones were going. A fifth and final one with something of a teenager vibe came out last, quietly and somewhat shyly. All of which were made in a very 1950s style.
One of them with a black dress and a metal "hair do" which remined him of one of those greek columns vaguely rolled over to him on it's...no, her wheel. He was fixated on that spinning tire until it came up right next to him, then he felt a slight tap on the shoulder and electric shock. "Charge her up fully, dear." She said as Larry lookd her up and down. He must admit, for a female robot she was quite attractive. Then he wondered why he had to qualify that statement while his short cropped hair began to sprout.
"Yes ma'am." He said in reply.
"Thank you." She said as she rolled on to meet up with her wife. With that Larry got to work as his hair formed itself into a simple bun and a bandana began to grow in while his chest began to swell and the crotch of his pants began to descend. He walked over to the pump, picked up the nozzle and then stared at the charging port. How the hell was he supposed to 'charge' this with...he then noticed that there was a charging cable in his hand, which led to the Art Deco stations. He plugged it in, saw the light on the top go on and leaned back against the station.
While he did not notice this, touching the charging station accelerated his transformation. Soon enough his features smoothed out, his waist went in and more intimate changes happened. In less than fifteen seconds Larry was now Laura, a lady clad in fellow rubber gloves a Rosie the Riveter style work clothes with the only anomaly being that it had a tight skirt that ended above the knees. But that state did not last long. Soon her skin took on the same metallic sheen as the new vistitors and segmented, her hair solidied, antennae replaced her ears, her gloves fused with her hands, her eyes started to glow and her legs fused into one with her feet distorting into a wheel. Laura was soon enough another retro style fembot.
The rest of the pumps changed at the same time in rapid succession to charging stations. With them four more cars became retro hover cars. A husband and wife who were in a bit of a hurry came to one of them and got in and was soon speeding away. A minute latter down the highway they were a pair of Lesbian fembots, if still flustered over scheduling.