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I was thinking back to the girl-cycle thing I did (this: Girlcycle ) and I thought I could do a much better job now. So now we have this, plus we haven't had a new recycler entree in a while. Plus a story for those interested.
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Kristy was a huge fan of cars, bikes, and basically anything that went fast. Though the thing she always loved the most was motorcycles. Some say she loved them a little too much. She had built and ridden countless bikes and kept them all in pristine condition. When she heard of a small town known for its “recycler” there was something she just had to try.

Kristy energetically strode to the reception desk. She had short chocolate brown hair and was wearing a pink and white racing suit with blue earrings. She wanted to be recycled into a motorcycle so she could feel what is was like to actually be one. She couldn’t believe her own words just as they exited her own mouth, but no, the recycler was %100 genuine. The woman at the desk remained silent as she tapped the screen and some buttons a number of times. After a few minutes Kristy was told her room was ready The desk woman got up and began walking Kristy there.

Once they were inside, Kristy saw an engine with other pipes clustered around it, that was slightly suspended in mid-air. At this point she was mostly mystified. The woman told Kristy to await further instruction and she took her leave. In the meantime, Kristy just wandered around the room, checking out the engine a little here and there. After just a little more waiting, a voice appeared over the intercom.

It sounded almost pre-recorded but Kristy couldn’t tell. Her first step was to go over and lay on top of the engine. She walked over and slouched over...on her back. There was some audible static noise from the intercom, then a different voice told her to lay on her stomach specifically. Slightly embarrassed, Kristy turned over. The instant she did, she heard a lot of clicking sounds and noises. She was startled but found herself unable to move. She had become stuck to the engine.

Not only was she stuck but she could feel her heart rate increasing. It kept rising...and rising...until it was indistinguishable from the rumble of a common engine. Suddenly Kristy felt full of some sort of energy. Unknown to her though, her body had started hardening slightly. Out of the walls came two tires, one in front of her and one in back. The intercom instructed her to places her hand on feet on the center of the wheel. A little shaken up, Kristy managed to do just that. Her hands and feet were at the center of the wheels and with a quick, metallic sound, they became fused with the wheels.

Just then...Kristy’s engine revved up. It did so to incredible speed and as a result her transformation also accelerated. The wheels began spinning rapidly and some small sparks flew. Her body quickly hardened into shiny, reflective metal, with her racing uniform creating some nice patterns and lines. Her hair took a pink hue and shifted into a helmet like shape with a glass view in the front. Her blue earrings morphed about and became makeshift handlebars. Slowly her wheels and engine settled down, and the room quieted.

There was now a special KRISTY brand cycle. Some of the recycler employees attempted to try and ride her but she proved to be too difficult to control. As a result, she was left to herself inside of her room. There was an open door which led outside and sometimes when you looked into the room she wasn’t there, but she always came back at some point.

Description
I was thinking back to the girl-cycle thing I did (this: Girlcycle ) and I thought I could do a much better job now. So now we have this, plus we haven't had a new recycler entree in a while. Plus a story for those interested.
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Kristy was a huge fan of cars, bikes, and basically anything that went fast. Though the thing she always loved the most was motorcycles. Some say she loved them a little too much. She had built and ridden countless bikes and kept them all in pristine condition. When she heard of a small town known for its “recycler” there was something she just had to try.

Kristy energetically strode to the reception desk. She had short chocolate brown hair and was wearing a pink and white racing suit with blue earrings. She wanted to be recycled into a motorcycle so she could feel what is was like to actually be one. She couldn’t believe her own words just as they exited her own mouth, but no, the recycler was %100 genuine. The woman at the desk remained silent as she tapped the screen and some buttons a number of times. After a few minutes Kristy was told her room was ready The desk woman got up and began walking Kristy there.

Once they were inside, Kristy saw an engine with other pipes clustered around it, that was slightly suspended in mid-air. At this point she was mostly mystified. The woman told Kristy to await further instruction and she took her leave. In the meantime, Kristy just wandered around the room, checking out the engine a little here and there. After just a little more waiting, a voice appeared over the intercom.

It sounded almost pre-recorded but Kristy couldn’t tell. Her first step was to go over and lay on top of the engine. She walked over and slouched over...on her back. There was some audible static noise from the intercom, then a different voice told her to lay on her stomach specifically. Slightly embarrassed, Kristy turned over. The instant she did, she heard a lot of clicking sounds and noises. She was startled but found herself unable to move. She had become stuck to the engine.

Not only was she stuck but she could feel her heart rate increasing. It kept rising...and rising...until it was indistinguishable from the rumble of a common engine. Suddenly Kristy felt full of some sort of energy. Unknown to her though, her body had started hardening slightly. Out of the walls came two tires, one in front of her and one in back. The intercom instructed her to places her hand on feet on the center of the wheel. A little shaken up, Kristy managed to do just that. Her hands and feet were at the center of the wheels and with a quick, metallic sound, they became fused with the wheels.

Just then...Kristy’s engine revved up. It did so to incredible speed and as a result her transformation also accelerated. The wheels began spinning rapidly and some small sparks flew. Her body quickly hardened into shiny, reflective metal, with her racing uniform creating some nice patterns and lines. Her hair took a pink hue and shifted into a helmet like shape with a glass view in the front. Her blue earrings morphed about and became makeshift handlebars. Slowly her wheels and engine settled down, and the room quieted.

There was now a special KRISTY brand cycle. Some of the recycler employees attempted to try and ride her but she proved to be too difficult to control. As a result, she was left to herself inside of her room. There was an open door which led outside and sometimes when you looked into the room she wasn’t there, but she always came back at some point.