Tess wakes up in California with little to no memory of how she got there.  Her vehicular side is becoming a major burden to live with.  (This story is in early access on my Patreon and will come to DA on May 8th.  There is also still time to vote on this months Patreon poll.)

             Tess pushed open her motel room door. “Ugh, I have no idea what I even want to do now that I am stuck here in California.” She shut it behind her. “Fucking werecar. . .” She slapped her head. “Ughh no, I fucking turned into a plane, didn’t I? What is happening to me? How did I get out here?” She fell onto the bed. “What is happening to my life?” She stared at the ceiling. She wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. She had vague memories of flying through the air and seeing Christen, Linda, and Rachel.

             She just wanted to go home and see Patrick again. But she was dead broke. She had lied to the man when she said she could pay for the room. What was he going to do about it? She was thousands of miles away from home, and if he really wanted to press the issue, she had a fucking living vehicle inside of her. I am sure he would want to tempt fate with that.

             “Tomorrow, I am going to try and figure out a way to get home.” She rubbed her eyes. “But I need to find those damn girls I dragged her first. I know I would get in so much trouble if I returned home and they were not with me.” She turned over in her bed. “Patrick would chew me out. And I am sure someone close to them would as well.” She sat up. “God, I can’t even get to sleep just thinking about it.”