The sound of machinery could be heard, hammering, tinkering, and hacking. Some of these great mechanics are very noble of their work, figuring out every loose screw, broken gadget, and every flat tire. However, not all of them are quite good enough to know exactly how to do the job right. Billy, for example... Is Blind. For him to see exactly which tool or the part he needs to fix is quite difficult. He tries his best, hoping to make up for his disability, but for the poor young man, he just can't seem to impress many of the customers, nor his workers. In fact, all of the employees tease Billy, often hiding his tools, or throwing the parts away from his workspace.

"Why am I even here..." Billy sighed lowering his head. "Because your parents paid me a good amount to take care of you," His boss/godfather said smirking. "And boy do they pay well!" "Yeah... But you aren't exactly doing a good job of taking care of me!" Billy glared, even though he couldn't see. "Your such a wimpy kid!" His boss laughed. "If you wanna be tough, you gotta prove it be being a real man!" "You mean being a jerk to everyone who isn't you? And especially to those who are disabled?" Billy grumbled turning and walking off. He still knew his way around the building by feel.

He moved his hands around, feeling his way towards his work area, and hearing the footsteps of his own shoes. He counted in his head exactly how far away he was, making sure not to step on anything, or smash into a wall. Eventually, he got to his place, grabbing his toolbox, and clamped it open. He reached in for his tools, grabbing out a whole bunch of them until he discovered he couldn't find the hammer that should have been contained inside. "Of course they hid it..."

Billy groaned in irritation at how much he was abused. "I wish I could just grab one of these things, and ride..." He sighed lowering his head upset. As Billy headed out to get something for dinner, he walked along an alley he always took. But this time, he was stopped as he felt a brand new fence in the way. "Oh man..." He sighed. "Now I have to find and memorize an entirely new route..." He sighed and turned, walking back the way he came, when he heard a voice. "Hey, are you lost?"

Billy turned, hearing a fairly older man, maybe around his fifties. He sounded friendly, a little rough with his ragged voice, but Billy could tell he was nice. "Yeah, not in the greatest bit of shape as I used to be, but I still got it going on for an old timer. So kid, what's your name?" "Billy..." "So, you need help with something, Billy?" Billy glared, a little irritated by the man's question and snapped. "Maybe if you can make my life better away from the crap that I have to deal with every day, then maybe... Sorry, my work has just been hell for me lately..."

"Yeah, and because you're blind..." The man said, "I'm not surprised you be stressed..." The man was silent for a moment. "You know... I might be able to help you... Here, come with me." Billy felt the man take his hand and lead him. A few minutes later they stepped into a building. "Where are we?" Billy asked. "My tattoo parlor," The man said sitting him down in a chair. "If you give me maybe 10 minutes I can give you a tattoo that will turn your life around."

"Um, will getting a tattoo hurt? Cause, I have heard that they do sting at times..." Billy asked, hearing the man tinkling around, searching for whatever equipment that Billy couldn't possibly know anything about. The old man was swearing a bit, dropping a few things by an accident, until he popped back up towards Billy, hearing the old man huffed in exhaustion. "No... Not in this particular case... See, only on top of a bone does it hurt... I'm only placing one around your right shoulder is all."

"Ok.." Billy sighed. "But it better not be something stupid.. like 'I'm a moron'." "I assure you it won't." The man said. Billy instinctively closed his eyes, not that it mattered. He felt a sharp sting in his right shoulder. as he felt the sting, he also felt a throbbing in his right arm. "Huh?" He blinked, it felt like his arm was swelling up. Not from an allergic reaction to the shot or anything... But as if his arm was bulking up. He felt his biceps expand, then the feeling went down to his hands and forearms, which grew to a nice healthy build.

Billy felt leather converted on to his right hand as if he was growing a pair of gloves, while his hand seemed to grow stronger. "This feels... Kind of good..." Billy stumbled, the machinery seeming to distract Billy from his changes, while his shirt seemed to rip open, shortening into a black leather vest, something that a biker would wear, while his torso grew larger, with his pecs tightening, and firming outwards, with his skinny frame build up some abdominals, growing in a 6 pack.

"Mmm..." Billy murred happily as the man continued working. The feeling spread to his left arm, which copied the same experiences as his right arm. The remains of Billy's shirt wrapped around his neck into a bandana. "By the way, what color are you making it?" Billy asked. "Black, why?" The man asked. "No reason." Billy smiled. " It's just my favorite color, just like my vest." Billy's ripped body then began to feel warmer. Fur started to sprout out on his arms and spread across his chest.

"This feels pretty good on my fur." "Like I told you kid, not painful at all." Billy tugged at his pants, the black slims flaring out, lighting to a dark blue, forming a brown belt around his pants loop, with a green strap with pockets attached. He sighed, feeling his tail pushed out of his pants, allowing it to wave behind, while his legs began to ache.

His legs thickened with muscle as well, and fur began to cover them. But it wasn't overly visible due to his pants. His shoes shifted into black boots with silver straps going around it. Billy chuckled and crossed his legs, lounging happily. The fur soon spread up his neck to his head. His ears stretched and grew outwards until they were nearly the size of dinner plates. Billy murred happily, as his large ears helped cool down the rest of his fur covered body.

He could feel a few piercings puncturing through his rat ears, while his mouth pushed out into a muzzle, causing his nose to flare into a snout, while a long strand of hair moved on top of his forehead... "I feel narly." Billy said, his eyes engulfed with a pair of black sunglasses, with green lends allowing him to see, as he looked down at the old mans work. "You do pretty well as a human, you know." "I try. Sometimes I screw up but I always manage to give my costumers the best."

"So how much do I owe you?" He asked getting up. "Free of charge." The man chuckled. "Thanks. by the way... names Throttle." The mouse smiled as he turned and walked out. He headed back to the garage and grinned as he stepped inside. "So where's my motorcycle?" Throttle said. "Oh yes its right here!" the workers stammered and rushed to bring in a gorgeous looking motorcycle. "Hm... Not bad... At least you didn't scratch the paint this time." Throttle said examining it.

"Well, handling that thing is pretty tough. Especially when I'm dealing with an alien of some sorts." Throttle rubbed the side of the bike, wiping at the simple of a silver rat with a motorcycle surrounding the head. "Nah, I'm just a mouse from Mars." Throttle jumped onto the bike, adjusting with the handle while hearing the engine roar into life. "Aw, nothing better but a good night stroll, hey old man?" "Yeah kid, especially on nights like this. No care or worries like I always say." "Yeah, no worries..." Throttle whispered and drove out into the night.