Something was happening to me, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I shifted uncomfortably as I felt soft pops coming from my joints, like my whole skeleton was changing. I closed my eyes, thinking I had to be hallucinating, but soon my legs began to elongate with my torso. I felt a pressure growing in my spine as my viewpoint grew further from the ground. I looked down and began to worry, only to realize that my perspective was beginning to shift. I reached up and grabbed my scalp as my hair continued to grow through the gaps between my fingers. My hair felt like it was getting longer, and I could feel the strands beginning to tickle the backs of my ears. I tried to brush it off since I didn’t want to distract my dad and deal with his ire anymore, but things were getting hard to ignore. I felt a tingling sensation beginning to crawl across my body as I began to get warmer. The strange feelings only got more intense, though, and soon I was beginning to feel dizzy. At first I thought all the exhaust and gasoline fumes were getting to my head, and I wondered if dad just needed better ventilation in his shop. Just a few moments after he began cranking away at the car, I began to feel a little strange. I just wish I had someone to help me around the shop.” I heard him grumble one last thing before he slid himself beneath another car: I didn’t want to do this all day, and I was getting tired of him trying to force his interests on me. I solemnly got out of his way and watched him work, his muffled cussing echoing through the garage. Maybe you’ll learn some actually useful skills instead of just playing your stupid block game all day.” Go watch me from over there and try to pay a little fucking attention to what I’m doing. Finally, after I accidentally knocked over a container of screws and lugnuts, he scolded me and told me to go watch from the corner of the shop. His voice sounded more annoyed by the minute, and his commands were only getting more aggressive. I tried my best to be useful, but I only seemed to get in his way.

He made me go to his shop and help out with his most recent project. My hobbies always disappointed my dad, who seemed to dream of having his only son become a professional mechanic like himself, but one day he decided to try and change that. I considered myself pretty nerdy, always preferring to game with my friends and work on my Minecraft server instead of doing oil changes and getting covered in grease. I admired his intention to keep the business in the family, but I was never a gearhead. My dad owns an autobody shop and was always trying to teach me about cars.

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