Jeff was grateful that Greg wore a baggy oversize sweat shirt, but he was embarrassed as he and Greg hurried home.
"First eat then shower and get dressed for your party," Jeff said. He was famished. He wolfed down the leftover chicken, potato salad. But Greg kept preparing more food for Jeff.
"Eat up, bro."
"If I have one more bite, I won't have room for cake," Jeff protested.
"Sure you will, I plan to take everyone for rides in my new Jeep before we eat," Greg said.
Jeff was a bit miffed, but he ate everything Greg fed him. He benched and went to shower and dress.
Jeff lathered up, he wished his new tattoos would wash off, but of course they didn't. When he brushed his teeth, he got angry. He now had a mouth full of chrome caps on his teeth. He didn't want anyone to see him. Maybe he should plan to stay in the garage for the party, he thought. Nope, he'd get dressed, and enjoy the party for Greg's sake.
He exited the bathroom, and was surprised to see the clothing that he laid out was gone from his bed.
"Hey, Greg, did you take my clothes?"
"I put them in the garage cupboard to make sure they will be there when you change back from being my Jeep," Greg said appearing in the doorway, "you best hurry, Jeff, I set your transformation timer for 3 minutes."
Jeff balked his arm had turned blue. All of him was blue, but he was still human.
He made a mad dash to the garage. He felt his body growing, he was almost too big to fit through the garage door. He fell to all fours and morphed into Greg's Jeep.
"Hey, that was less than 30 seconds!"
"Well, it was 3 minutes, but I didn't tell you right away."
Greg climbed I the driver's seat, and revved the engine.
"Sweet, your tank is full. I think I'll take you for a spin before my guests arrive," Greg said.
Before Jeff could speak, Greg activated his Playlist on his Bluetooth phone, and Greg's speakers began to play DePeche Mode's Master and Servant. Jeff was sure the Playlist was directed at him.
Splat, splat, splat!
A flock of birds relieved themselves on Greg's shiny new Jeep. He was pissed, and drove straight to the car wash. He had gotten a gift certificate for a car wash as a gift from Jeff.
Jeff felt pampered and horrified as the workers scrubbed, rubbed, waxed and polished him. He was shinier than ever. Because it was Greg's birthday the owner gave him a pair of fuzzy dice, which Greg tied to his rear view mirror.
Greg's Playlist continued not allowing Jeff to speak. When he got home, the party was an hour away. Greg left Jeff in the dark garage, and went to dress.