"Ya know, Chad," Micah said draping his arm across Chad's immobile rubber, "when we were kids we played Transformers?"
He squeezed Chad and snickered.
"You are so pwned, Scooter!" Micah chortled. Then he pushed another button on his remote.
Chad doubled over in pain as his insides rearranged themselves. Chad knew he was reshaping into Micah's Honda Giorno.
"Yeah, Scooter, I'd love a truck or even a VW Bug. Unfortunately, the laws regarding conservation of mass apply. So my 180 lb robot can become a 180 lb scooter. Okay, 179 lb Honda Giorno, the rest of your mass becomes gasoline and oil. You look perfect. Now for a test drive, Scooter."
Chad felt so helpless. Micah seemed to be in total control.
Then the awful pain as his insides began to move, twist and reshape. He wasn't sure how much had become gears, wires, metal and tunes after he put the suit on, but now everything what mechanical inside the suit. The suit stretched and changed with his body. He had a silver metal body, black rubber tires, and a black leather seat and black rubber handle grips.
Micah straddled his new scooter. Started it up, and zoomed out of the field house.