Caleb was visiting an air race with his school when his group had decided to take a tour of the plane hangars. The students chattered and walked around the hangar while the engines of the racers roared overhead. Caleb watched in fascination as the planes banked and turned around the checkpoints, ignoring the rest of his group as they returned to the bleachers. As the racers flew off, his attention was drawn back to the ground where he realized that he was now alone in the hangar. He began to jog back towards the group, only noticing the oil puddle in the center of the hangar after it was too late. He slipped in it and landed face down in the puddle, barely catching himself before his head hit the concrete. With his chest now covered in oil, he attempted to push himself up, but he quickly realized that his arms were growing immobile.
As panic began to set it, he felt a wave pass through his mind, like the whole world had just shifted. He looked back at his arms, now spread out across the ground, as they began to extend and widen. He felt his skin begin to harden as its pigment took on a metallic white sheen. The metal quickly spread from his fingertips to his shoulders, tuning his arms into mechanized parts as Caleb watched helplessly. Before long, his arms had transformed completely into what appeared to be plane wings. His body soon began to grow larger and more rounded as the metal continued to spread. He winced as he felt his legs begin to fuse together, becoming the tail end of a racing plane. He struggled to turn his head just in time to see his feet bend upwards and transform into a V formation on his new tail. Terrified, he tried moving his feet, only to realize that his new tailfins bent to his will. The rest of his body went stiff as the metal finished covering his body. He squealed in a distinctly feminine voice as his head fused with his torso. Closing his eyes, he felt his entire face shift and bend until his eyes became the plane’s windshield and his mouth jutted out to form the plane’s cone.
As pink decals and paint began to appear on his new body, memories and knowledge of how to use his new mechanical body began to flood his mind. The name “Rochelle” appeared on the hull as the name entered his mind. Caleb tried to fight it by thinking about his school and his classmates, but soon the female plane only desired to get in the air and race. She engaged her landing gear to lift herself off the concrete as propellers sprouted from her wings. She revved her engines up as she pulled out of the hangar, lining up with the other planes on the runway. The racers took off, and Rochelle smiled to herself as she felt the rush of the race course through her new mechanical veins.