Mike felt a bit weird to have a naked guy sitting on - er in him. He could feel Steve's bare ass against his skin - er, leather seat. It felt sort of like Steve was an action figure sitting on Mike's left butt cheek. It made sense, as a car Mike had more mass, so his anatomy was stretched in places. He was sure that the shifter was at least the same size as his cock or maybe bigger. As Steve raced the engine up hill, a red light lit up on Mike's dash. And Mike started panting and moaning over the radio.
"Hey, Steve, what's happening. It feels like I'm in a sauna. I think I might pass out."
Steam rose from under the hood.
"Damn!" Steve said as he pulled over. He touched the hood, but it was too hot to open. He found a rag, and managed to release the hood. A big cloud of steam rose in the air.
Mike passed out.
When he came to,some guy had hooked him up to a tow truck.
"Hey, Mike, you conscious now?"
"Yeah, wha-at hap-pened?"
"You overheated. The tow truck guy put some coolant in you, but its leaking out already. I guess the mechanics messed up with your hoses. I called John and Professor Garcia. John said that we cannot change you back until you are repaired. You might experience virtual internal bleeding and virtually die, if we turned you back in to a virtual human. And how your mind would react - well, you might die for real."
"Can't you just change me into something else and take me out of the virtual room, and then."
"There are specific protocols. You have to revert to human to exit the system safely."
"Well, hurry up and fix me then."
"The tow truck algorithm cannot fix you, he can only tow. Jorge- Prof Garcia- said he would have his class over here first thing in the morning to repair you."
"Wait, I'm going to have to remain a car all night?"
"No worries, while I was waiting for the tow truck, I checked out your jukebox, and those mechanics outfitted you with over 60 hours of music and videos, but all of it is in Spanish, so I'll switch your language." Steve did it right then.
"Que? Pero estoy un automobile! Por favor..."
Steve got out of the car and slammed the door. He didn't want to admit that he didn't speak or understand Spanish all that well. Besides, while Steve had been off due to overheating, Steve had been treated to Mike's erotic dreams on channel 3. He felt embarrassed and didn't want Mike to realize that Steve had done that.
Back at the mechanic shop, Steve opened the door and turned the radio to jukebox mode cutting off Mike's plea that his battery would run down if left on all night. Steve understood please and night, but not much else. He left complaining that he was late for a date. The lights dimmed, and Mariachi music blared out of Mike's speakers. It was going to be a long night.