He had a bike just like this in his younger days, though his was in much better shape than this one. It was old, dusty, worn, but everything was there and he knew he could restore it. It would take time, but time he now had in spades.

He looked down at the gas tank, putting soft hands on his fishnet-clad knees, his hands slowly moving up his thighs unconsciously as he looked over the connections. This would be perfect. There was a style to a bike like this, curves that the newer ones just didn't have.

Curves like his new body, he thought with a smile. He couldn't wait to not just ride, but to see himself on this bike, and his new womanly body would be the perfect look. Not big and muscular, but smooth, almost a rough elegance and beautiful lines that make any bike or any woman stand out. He had the one and soon, he knew, he would have both!