The car was perfect. Dean ran his fingers over the smooth warm metal skin. He wondered whether the warmth was from Jeff's fading body heat or from the sun beating down on the deep blue finish. The LED headlights and chrome gleamed in the sun. Dean looked at his reflections in the exterior mirrors. Maybe he should use the Chronivac on himself. A buffer version of himself, maybe a few inches taller, and with a hairy chest showing at his shirt collar opening? He licked his lips, and opened the driver's side door, and sat down in the grey and teal leather seat. His hands instinctively went to adjust the seat and mirrors. The car was on and idling.
Dean said, not expecting an answer, "Thanks, Jeff, this car is perfect. You're perfect."
Jeff's voice answered from the speakers all around him. "Glad you like the new me, Dean. Now about that test drive?"
"Right, let's see what this baby can do! Uh, I mean, what you can do. Car engine is running, so shift into gear," Dean said.
"Yeow! Not so rough, Dean!" Jeff shouted. He was panting, as the car lurched forward and Dean braked.
"What's the matter, Jeff?" Dean asked with true concern.
"Uh, nothing I guess. It's just well that shifter, um, please be more gentle with it. Dean gripped the shifter lightly with his left hand, moving the gear into neutral. Jeff moaned softly.
"What gives, Jeff?"
"It feels like the shifter is my penis," confessed Jeff.
Dean rolled his eyes, "So each time I shift gears, I'm giving you a hand job?"
"Um, I s'pose," Jeff answered through the radio.
There were a series of moans, as Dean shifted gears as he pulled off the dirt path and accelerated on to ths motorway.
"Sorry, brah, but all those sex sounds you're making are just creepy, and the road ahead is curvy, so lots of shifting. I'm turning the radio off." Dean reached over and switched off the power button. Jeff was both and angry and relieved. Angry that Dean turned off his voice without asking, relieved because he no longer had to suppress his moans. Damn, Dean's hand on his shifter was better than sex. Who knew a car could have multiple orgasms?
It was surreal for Jeff feeling the wind racing over his body, as his hot wheels roared over the pavement. Being Dean's car was sweet.
Suddenly, Dean pulled into a pub.
Dean turned the radio on. He said, "Jeff, I need to use the WC and get something to eat. I bet you're hungry too. Will fill you with petrol, as soon as I'm done."
"Okay, Dean-" Jeff started to say, but Dean pulled the key out of the ignition, and shut the car off. The radio died. Jeff had been going to remind Dean that they needed to head home because Jeff had only set the duration on the Chronivac until 5:30 pm.
With the key removed, and his power shutdown, Jeff zoned out completely.
The spark of energy as Jeff's ignition started up brought Jeff back to the world of the living. Weirdly his nuts ached, and he didn't know why. After disclosing his dick was the shifter, he wasn't sure what his balls were now. Maybe the door handle or seat or could be anything. At least it didn't hurt anymore.
"Man, Jeff, next time let's put a button on the fob to change you human. That pub was offring toofers. Hic!"
Jeff said in a panic, "it's almost 5! I change back at 5:15!"
"Right, no time to top off your tank, Jeff. Time to burn rubber," Dean said.
He shifted, and pulled on to the highway.
Jeff was moaning and groaning unintelligibly as Dean clutched the shifter.
The clock on the dash read 5:14 when Dean pulled into the off road path. Dean shut off the car, and jumped out still clutching the key fob in his had, and slammed the door. The car began to creak and shift as it slowly compacted itself from automobile into human. Jeff said nothing. Dean felt something warm and rubbery in his hand. He opened his palm to see that they key fob had transformed into Jeff's detached scrotum. He rolled it back and forth in his hand, yup both balls seemed intact. Jeff lay there face down on the ground unconscious. Dean rolled him over. He couldn't rouse Jeff. Maybe? He looked at Jeff's crotch. He opened the fly. Jeff's dick was there, he reached in it felt weird handling an unconscious bud's cock, but he had handled it all day as he shifted the car. Dean lifted and looked under Jeff's penis, but there was nothing. Jeff's balls were missing. Jeff was a castrati. Dean wondered if Jeff's voice would be octaves higher. Maybe if he put Jeff's balls back? He shoved the scrotum through Jeff's fly. It wouldn't reattach, Jeff remained unconscious.
Dean put Jeff's balls in his pocket, and took out his phone. He had to fix Jeff. He b opened the tutorial.