No, vroomed Chad. He stumbled as he walked on his two back tires. He paused in the double exit doors, as he remembered that he was naked. Then he covered or tried to cover where his crotch should be. His front axel wouldn't bend that far. Then he remembered his manhood were the fuzzy dice in Coach Sinclair's hands.
Chad had staggered out of the athletic building, falling forward down the steps, he landed on four rubber tires, spun around and backed into Coach Sinclair's reserved parking space. He was an automobile. He felt a hand open his door, some heavy guy sat inside him. He felt so naked and violated. His engine raced as he screamed. Then suddenly his motor died. The guy inside him turned off the ignition and removed his key.
"Sweet ride, Coach!" Snake said
"Thanks, he is a beauty isn't he?" Coach replied, as he put the pink bow on Chad's windshield.
"He? Aren't cars always, she?"
"Nah, not muscle cars like this. Too masculine to be a she."
"Well, it's definitely a stud's car. I see the bow, so who is the muscle car a gift for?"
Coach smiled, hung the fuzzy dice from Chad's rearview mirror, and said, "Well, just seeing how the bow looks. After you've made the mods we discussed, I plan to give it as a gift."
"A gift for whom? This ain't a stock car. I saw him come out walking on his two back wheels, so why do you need me to customize him. Couldn't you have him transform into your customized car? Why do you need me to make all these mods?" Snske asked waving the spec sheet in his hand.
Coach Sinclair laughed, "Yeah, I guess I should've waited to have you come over, Snake. Truth is all those mods will make the transformation permanent. If the guy transformed to the custom version I want, he could transform back into a man. Oh, if he starts change while you're working on him just cool him off, and he'll revert to a car."
"So who was he? And what makes him change human?" Snake asked with concern.
"Oh, you afraid he might out muscle you if muscle car changes into a man again?"
"Maybe? If cold makes him a car, heat probably makes him human. So you have me sanding off his paint, and repainting him. If the sanding doesn't heat him up enough, the heated paint booth probably will. I don't want to end up with a naked corpse in my shop."
"Well, I don't want Chad dead. I want him to be a vehicle forever."
"Chad? Your star quarterback is this car?" Snake said with gleeful disbelief.
"Okay, so if I customize Chad, as you request, what happens?"
"If you manage to keep him cool enough? Under 100 degrees. He is a car permanently, and you get paid."
"It will take longer, but I can paint him at 75 degrees," sighed Snake, "but extra time should mean better remuneration."
"You want more money?" Sinclair roared, "if you're not careful, you might end up garaged too."
"Hey, I'm not gouging you, Sinclair. For every 15 degrees lower the paint takes twice as long to dry. So it will take me about 4 times longer to paint him than I budgeted for. I don't own the garage, I pay rent based on the time I use the equipment. Handsanding will also add hours, but it will keep him from getting overheated by the electric sander. So instead of 16 hours, it may be over 48 hours. So if you told me that I couldn't heat the car above 100 degrees, I'd have given you a different price, and different timetable. I don't care if the car used to be Chad or Bruno or your ex wife, I do care if you're setting me up for a fall guy."
"Fall guy? Okay, I'll pay you double. Bake him at 85, and the paint will dry faster, and he won't transform."
"Okay, so who gets the finished car?"