When Greg showed up in the Auto Shop Class after school, six classes had had a go a Jeff. His old transmission had been removed, and replaced with a computerized push-button version. Del Toro was sitting on a bench with a bunch of electronics spread out in front of him attached to his laptop.
"Hey, what's going on, Del? I tried the App and got no response from the car for most of the day," Greg complained.
"Oh, it's been offline. I've been working on the program. You know your Jeep apparently had the female computer voice deleted. I downloaded it, along with an updated manual in English, French and Spanish. Got it in Spanish mode right now."
"Been watching Spanish gay porn?" Greg asked with a grin.
"Actually, the translation program tied to the internet works really well. Here let me put in your CD," he held up the recording and put it into the audio player. The music boomed out, but instead of English, he heard Bastille singing in Spanish.
"Wow!"
"Yeah, and the gay porn's there too." He pushed a couple buttons and the screen lit up with wimpy nerd ordering around two buff jock slaves. Greg laughed. "I added the ones you requested, though with the internet link you pull down a lot more."
"Thanks."
"Well, we'd better get this back inside your Jeep, so you can drive it home. I'll go with you to make sure the new shifter works properly. I already stowed my motorcycle in the back."
A half hour later, the Jeep rebooted, Jeff felt really strange.
Greg was behind the wheel, and Bastille was playing on the radio, and Del was sitting in the passenger seat. Jeff couldn't understand what Greg and Del were saying, it sounded kind of like German. Maybe it was Spanish, Jeff didn't know either language. He wanted to speak, but he wasn't sure he should speak with Del there.
"So how does this shifter work?"
"Put your foot on the brake, now push the R button for reverse, and back up."
There was metal clicking sound, and Jeff orgasmed. Every time Greg pushed the shift button to D for Drive, S for Slow as they climbed Morton's Hill, and N for Neutral at stops on the way home. Greg took the long way home. He stopped at Spyglass Hill with Del, and opened the door. A female voice chimed out as Jeff instantly thought to say, "The door is ajar, the key is in the ignition." Of course, it was a female voice speaking in Spanish.
"I should change the language mode," Del said reaching for the console.
"Tomorrow," Greg said, as he reached over and activated the porn. The two young men were soon naked making love in the front seat. Jeff could see his shifter was gone, it would have been in the way.
A half hour later, Jeff's upholstery is covered in sweat and cum. Del rides off on his motorcycle. Greg looks at the mess, and drives home.
In the garage, he changes Jeff back. He looks at the naked muscle stud, and snickers.
"Que pasa?" Jeff asked.
"Can't you speak English, any more?" Greg asked.
"Que?" Jeff looked confused, "No hablo Aleman, no hablo Espanol. Que? Ay! Caramba! Donde esta mi-"
"Oh, wait your not completely smooth down there, are you?" Greg said reaching between Jeff's thighs.
"Oooh!"
"Talk about friends with benefits, I'd say you were a girl except you're too much man. Guess, you've got a man-pussy. I suppose we should try it out. Lie down on that old mattress."
"Que?"
"Nevermind!" Greg took his phone App out and selected Jeff, and changed the operating language to English.
"What language are you speaking? I cannot understand you?"
"I've been speaking English, Del left you in Spanish mode, so you only could speak and understand Spanish. Now lie down on that old mattress, while I try out your new man-pussy," Greg ordered. He had begun to think of Jeff solely as his property.