Ethan is sitting on his bed, deep in thought, ever since transforming back into his original self, the 10-year-old can't seem to stop thinking about how it felt like being a car... being driven... the hand of Luke on his “gear stick”. The boy groans as he feels his tiny flaccid two inch penis starting to erect. Ethan reaches a tiny hand into his pants and starts to absentmindedly stroke his penis, “why... why did it feel so good...,” he asks himself. The inexperienced ten-year-old does not understand what is going on. The boy wraps his hand around his 3 inch hard penis and starts to move it about, as if it were still a gear stick. Ethan lets out a soft moan, he closes his eyes and imagines it is Luke's hand using his shifter.
The boy's eyes suddenly snap open, “wh-what am I thinking,” he asks himself, “I just imagined my pee-pee being a gear stick”. He thinks back to when Luke drove him, shifting gears, the cement of the road under his tires.... ooooh... how good it felt. A part of Ethan wants to be Luke's car, but the other part of him is scared, it is as if the boy has two souls in him: a soul of a car (if you could call it that) and the other of a small boy.
Ethan lets out a frustrated groan, he turns his head to his phone, which luckily was still lying on the grass, where he left it as he transformed the first time. The boy feels the urge growing inside of him, “I... I want to become a car again,” he mumbles, “it would not hurt to be a car for a week, the Chronivac can alter the reality until I transform back”.
With a shaky finger, the boy starts up the program and opens the file of the Chevrolet Impala, he leaves the settings as they were, he only changes the time when the transformation should begin, which is midnight and sets the duration to Sunday a week later, “a week... no... let's... let's make it two”. Satisfied with the settings the boy hits the confirmation button, an excited smile on his face.
The seconds tick by slowly, Ethan is laying naked on his bed, impatiently awaiting the time of the change to start. Finally his clock strikes midnight, the boy smiles and lets out a moan as he feels the familiar tingle running through his body. “Time to head to the driveway,” he says and gets up from his bed, he decides to leave his phone in his room this time.
Ethan walks quietly down the stairs, to not wake his parents. He heard his parents arrive around 10pm, he pretended to sleep as his mother checked on him. The boy opens the front door and peeks out, checking if anyone would notice him, the street is empty and all houses were dark. Smiling, Ethan closes the door silently and starts to walk to the drive way, he stops dead as he sees his parents Jeep Wrangler standing in “HIS” spot.
Ethan feels anger rise up inside of him, “why is that piece of trash parked in my spot,” the boy asks himself, “I am supposed to be parked outside! I am much cooler looking,” he continues to mutter, not noticing that something is not quite right. The boy feels his ears start to change, he sighs, “I have no time to fight with you,” he says to the Wrangler, as if the Jeep would care, “this time I will take the road, but tomorrow you better give me back MY space”.
The naked boy walks down the path, he finds a spot on the road a few feet away big enough for his car-form. Before kneeling down on the road, he gives the Wrangler a final look of hatred and disgust. Ethan still does not realize that he is not acting normal, that his behavior is more than weird. The boy turns his head away from the Jeep and stares forward, he closes his eyes, a smile appearing on his face as he feels his body start to lengthen, widen and grow. After two hours a brand new Chevrolet Impala with the number plate “ETHAN” is standing motionless in the spot where the boy was.
'It feels great to be a car again,' Ethan thinks to himself happily, 'now for some shut-eye,' with that the “car” goes into sleep-mode. Ethan again forgets that the “keys” are stuck in the ignition and the doors are unlocked.