"What's the point of having a drivers license if you don't have a car?" Sulks Luke, "Kind of redundant."
Luke is a 17 year old guy who just passed his driving test. He had passed first time with flying colours. But he has one problem: he didn't have a car himself. He has to rely on his parents letting him drive, which isn't often since they both work full-time jobs. Luke had been looking for work to pay for a car, but the situation was dire. Especially since he didn't have his own car.
Luke kicks a rock and watches it roll into a driveway. As he follows it, his eye catches the metallic blue of an Impala with the number plate 'ETHAN' on it. His eyes dart around as he approaches it. "I want this car," sighs Luke, "Colour and everything." He walks up to 'it' admiring the shape, it's no Ferrari, but still extremely appealing to Luke. "If only," he sighs looking into the interior.
That's when he notices the key in the ignition. Luke smiles deviously and his heart rate increases, "Do I enter and drive it?" He asks himself, "Is this a bait car? Or is it destiny?" Luke checks his surroundings for any signs of police, cameras or people. There is no one, "Here goes," he says as he opens the door and into the black leather driver's seat.
"Somebody's in me!" Says Ethan excitedly to himself, as he wakes up. He feels hands on his eyes (testicles) and groans in pleasure. Through one of his many onboard cameras, Ethan sees a blonde 17 year old boy in the drivers seat. The teen turns the ignition on and Ethan starts up. Ethan is estatic, he is being driven. He feels hands on his gear shifter and groans even more.
Ethan is reversed out of the driveway and onto the street. It is a foreign experience, having no control over his actual body. But also a nice feeling.
Luke is gentle with the car. It's not his and he doesn't want anyone knowing he had driven it. He keeps an eye on his surroundings and his mirrors. Ering on the side of caution, he is still inexperienced and it shows it certain situations. Not that the non experienced Ethan knows.
Luke drives around town. Enjoying the comforts of a modern car. The two cars he had driven were from the late 90s, and a lot has changed in about 20 years.
"Wish I could keep this," Luke says to himself, "But I don't want to go to prison and be labelled a car thief." Ethan hears this and feels sympathy for this boy who was a complete stranger an hour ago. "I love this car. Maybe I could convince my parents to buy me one."
Luke pulls back up to Ethan's driveway and carefully parks it in the same position. He puts Ethan in part and turns him off. "I'll miss you car," he sighs patting the wheel before leaving.
Half an hour later. Ethan is back to his human self. He loved the experience of being driven and felt massive sympathy for the kid he now knew as Luke.