The New Mechanic

Funny how life turns around. Ricardo — now officially Rica on paper — still caught herself thinking about the days when she used to work under cars all day, sweaty, with grease even on her teeth. The transition had been part of some experimental company program, something about “image optimization and customer service.” In practice? They swapped her body for this one. And to everyone's surprise, she was still on the job.

Glancing at her reflection in the polished hood of one of the tuned-up cars, Rica adjusted the tight red top that barely covered her new bust. She sighed, half-laughing.
— "Uniform out of standard?" — she mumbled to herself. — "This feels more like a costume for a late-night event..."

But no one argued with the boss. He swore the new “look” boosted team morale. And judging by how the guys were always grinning — and very eager to help — maybe he was right.

The weirdest part? She wasn’t even working as hard anymore. There was always someone offering to carry tires, fetch tools, even change the oil. One of the guys had nearly gotten into a fight last week just because he was too insistent on “helping” during a brake replacement.

Rica ran her grease-stained fingers through her long hair and leaned sensually over the tire in front of her. A phone camera flashed somewhere in the shop.
— "At least now I leave every day with my makeup intact and no back pain…" — she smirked. — "Maybe this new body’s not so bad after all."

With a snap of her greasy fingers, she got back to work — or at least pretended to. After all, no one around here seemed in a rush to see her actually break a sweat.