Misprint: Driver’s Liscense

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“And they won’t fix it?” Cruz asked.

“No, I’m telling you they refused. They think I’m playing a prank or something,” Jensen complained, driving down the street. In the passenger side of his new car sat his best friend, Cruz. The other young male stared down at Jensen’s driver’s license confused. The Department of Motor Vehicles had clearly gotten Jensen’s birthday wrong.

“If that was my actual age, I’d be 36 not 16.” Jensen sighed. They had just left the DMV; Cruz had sat in the car waiting while Jensen went in to ask for a correction. Cruz had no idea what happened there, only that his friend came out pissed.  

“Maybe they’re confusing you with someone else?” Cruz offered.

“I hope so, but my parents are going to laugh their asses off when they hear about this.” Jensen pulled up to a red light and relined on his chair. His parents were such goofballs; they were certainly going to crack jokes about this. There was a smile on the corner of his lips. He was looking forward to it. It was kind of funny.

Cruz pulled down the window and let the summer wind blow in his face. While his eyes were closed, he heard a grunt “Hgrrnnh!” and the drivers’ seat sliding back. He opened his eyes to see Jensen breathing heavily. Not only that, but his best friend had broken into a sweat. And Jensen’s legs were… longer? However, whatever was happening didn’t stop there. Jensen’s body expanded, taking up more space with muscle. His arms were the prominent victims as they no longer fit the teen body they were attached to. No need to worry as his shoulder quickly adapted to support them.

“What’s happening to you?” Cruz asked.

“Don’t know, can’t stop growing.” Jensen said through gritted teeth. He balled his fist and curled his toes, anything to prevent the changes happening to him. It was all fruitless, when he’d reach one point his body would be unsatisfied and grow again. Cruz tried to escape lest he catch whatever infected Jensen, but the car door was locked and not opening. Somewhere in that time the grunting turned into moans. Jensen had hulked out though he still had his baby face. He took deep breaths as his huge chest heaved up and down.

“Holy hell,” Jensen looked over himself and his ripped clothes. “My parents are going to kill me now.” His clothes began to change, wrapping over his body. Then he locked eyes with Cruz and sighed, “They're going to have so many questions.” He gripped the steering wheel tightly and pulled off.