Anthony a former mechanic who had traded his manhood and his knowledge for a gorgeous young woman body stood in front of the open bonnet of his car and looked at his engine.
He wasn't too clear on what he was supposed to do but the guy in the shop had told him when the oil symbol came on the dash it meant his engine needed oil.
He opened the bottle of oil he had just bought and poured it all over his engine hoping he was doing the right thing.
Anthony was a mechanic once. But one day. Things changed. He saw this girl. This striking beautiful girl.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason he didn't want to be with her, he wanted to be like her.
As he was pondering this crazy strange thoughts.
Another person came into the station.
Could you check the oil and fill it up, would you.
Sorry sure. Anthony say.
After about ten minutes, the oils a little low you add some more soon. And you only me about 30.
Okay, he said .
Cash or credit he said.
Cash and he gave a 50 to Antony.
I have to get the chance inside.
No problem and could add the oil too.
Sure, no problem.
I took a another 10 minutes longer it should have.
Is there a problem.
Sorry, it this girl I saw a few minutes ago. I just can't get out of my mind.
What you want to meet her.
Not exactly Anthony said.
You mean you want to be like her.
What, what, how did you know, Anthony.
Don't get angry I can help you, to be girl her.
Yay right, what your some kind of witch, magician for something.
Well sorta as you can understand that.
I can get you what you want. He said.
The how is beyond your understanding. But magic is the most closest thing you can call it.
So if I believe you, what will it cost.
You mean money, or what can you offer.
Both he said.
Well I don't used money, your sense. The cost is your male self and your knowledge of machine , he said.
Why would he want the my male body, and my knowledge of car.
Well sorta a trader of things, I get what I want you get your desire. Just signed this and the deal is done.
Anthony signed it. Nothing happen.
Oh, I'm sorry wear this ring on your middle finger the heart point to you.
Will it fit me , he said.
Oh, I will fit.
A bang, clap of light. Anthony was no more. A exact copy the same girl appeared , he was standing.
You need a bit of oil miss.
Oh right, she said.
She pour all over the engine. She had this strange thought, she wonder if did it.
She had to ask one them, if she did it right.
Oh my, no harm done. I have clean it up. Do it right, your not good with engines , miss are you.
I, I guess, I'm not. As she say that, something odd hit her, why did do that. It can that hard, guys do it all the time.
good one
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