I walked around to the back seat but the driver motioned me towards the front. This was my first time calling an Uber but I could’ve sworn people typically sat in the back.
“Hi,” I said, looking at the driver. He didn’t respond. Instead, he silently shifted the car into drive without even asking where I wanted to go.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” he said, looking straight ahead. He reached his hand over to the climate control and blasted the fans on. Pink powder shot from the vents covering us both. I tried to cough but instead the powder just filled my mouth. I watched him sit silently as he let the dust consume his body. I couldn’t turn away as he calmly drove with the pink powder soaking into his skin.
“Whaaa *cough* whas hapning…” I struggled to say, my voice slurry and soft. The man didn’t look. I could feel a heat building inside of me as I consumed more and more of the powder. My thoughts were getting fuzzier and fuzzier. Was I always wearing a tank top? Have I always had boobs? I looked back at my driver. I don’t get how this didn’t bother her! Was she a girl when I first got into the car? I looked down at myself, admiring how tan my legs were looking. The powder finally stopped spraying from the vents.
“Chelsea, I’m so fucking pumped for this concert tonight,” the driver said, looking at me.
“Wha…” I tried to reply, my mind still feeling sticky and numb.
“Plus, to be honest, you look super good.”
I reached up to the mirror and pulled it down. Damn, Megan was right, I looked like a fucking bombshell. Tonight was going to rock!
