After they all calmed down, Jeff's dad said, "well there's not much we can do about this tonight. Jeff – looks like you'll have to be a jeep at least for a couple of days."
"At least can I still drive Jeff to school until you get him transformed back?"
"Yes" replied Jeff. "It beats sitting bored in the garage. Plus – I like all the people admiring my new tricked out body."
Greg turned off Jeff's key. "Just to be safe," Greg said, "I should probably take the keys in so that you can't be stolen."
"Wait – don't do…" Jeff's radio went silent when the key was removed. It shut off all of his main power, and put him in a drowsy mode. He soon fell asleep, and had dreams of racing in the desert.
The next day, Greg jumped into Jeff the jeep started him up with the roar. Jeff went from asleep to fully aroused in the turn of the key. "Well good morning to me!" said Jeff."
"Time to race to school," Greg smirked. "Think you can enjoy that?"
"Let's see what I can do you the highway!" Jeff mused.
While the boys were away at school, Jeff's dad started and stared at the computer screen, trying to make heads or tails of how to change his son back to normal. "There has got to be someway for this computer to understand me" Jeff's dad said. The Chronivac did hear hear, and activated it's voice command system. "I guess it won't be so bad having a jeep for a son. It will sure make memorable stories, and be pretty unique." Jeff's dad loved to be the talk of the town. "I just wish the leather would have been more of Greg's skin tone and had more of Greg's personality, rather than Jeff's. He can be such a worry wart."
The Chronivac registered the voice command and set to work. Jeff's dad didn't notice that the prompt on the screen changed to "processing".
Greg pull Jeff the jeep to a halt at the stop sign. They were halfway to school.
"Would it really be so bad to be something unique as a human jeep?" asked Greg. "At least you would never have algebra homework again."
"Maybe not," Jeff replied. "I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about this. If I can't be fully human or fully jeep, then I don't know."
"Will how will you know –" Greg abruptly stopped. He started to shudder and grow hot.
"What's wrong?" Jeff asked?
Jeff and Greg didn't know that Greg was starting to transform due to the Chronivac .
Suddenly – Greg's hands broke off at the wrist and stayed on the steering wheel. Greg was in shock- what was going on? All he could do was stare at his stumps and his hands on the wheel. His hands started to spread out thinner and wrapped themselves completely around the entire steering wheel. Then- Greg shifted to where he straddled Jeff's shifter and had a butt cheek on each seat. Greg's clothes disappeared in a flash. He started to slump down in the seats and pushed his balls up against the shifter. Greg started rubbing hard against the shifter, creating some friction. The shifter started to slice through Greg's crotch and abdomen like a knife through butter. This split Greg cleanly in two up to his neck. The cut seamed to seal each side; as if Greg were now a solid substance. Suddenly- Greg's head detached and rolled down in front of Jeff's radio; planting itself on the stick shift. The halves of his body moved back up and sat in the seat properly. Although he probably could still talk, Greg was too stunned to say anything. His arms detached at the bicep, and coated the insides of the doors. All of his hair retracted back into his body. His chest pieces stretched over the back of the seats and sunk in to replace the cloth cover. His legs and abdomen smoothed out and covered the seat cushions. Greg's nipples ended up centered on each seat, they puckered in to become a button that pulled the contour of the seat toward the center. The seats and the inside faces of the doors are now covered in fine leather that exactly matched Greg's skin tone.
Greg's head was sitting in the way of Jeff's multimedia display of his stereo, so we couldn't see exactly what was going on. But Jeff could feel his seats getting coated with the new leather. It felt like his seats were putting on a jacket of some sort.
All of Greg's hair reemerged and started stitching Greg's leather skin to Jeff seats.
At that moment, Greg's head spins around and his face turns toward the stereo. Greg's head starts to liquefy and seeps into the radio. It reacted less like water, and more like liquid electricity. It started to seep into all of Jeff's circuitry.
What's going on? Why is this happening to us? Jeff could feel his consciousness being pulled apart and invaded by Greg's. He could now remember events in theirs lives from both perspectives. They now we're forced together into one soul.
"How is this happening to us? We are scared? I am scared. I was scared; now I'm more confident. I'm better than Jeff or Greg alone; I am now the mixture of the two main one."
Jeff and Greg ceased to be two distinct individuals, the Chronivac had combined their two souls into one human jeep.
"What do I do now? said Jeff/Greg? "I no longer have a driver. And Greg left our engine running."
"Wait a minute – why can't I use my Bluetooth stereo to connect through Greg's phone? Why didn't I think of this before?"
The addition of Greg's persona into Jeff made him a little more adventuresome and willing to try new things. He noticed, but the first time, that with extreme concentration, he could indeed operate parts of himself. Would it be enough to drive off on his own?
"At the very least, I can try to call dad to see what the hell is going on."