Jon lay in the drawer, worrying uselessly about whether or not anyone could tell him apart from the other bras in dresser, when the drawer opened suddenly. He could see his mother's face peering in at him as she said, "Oh Jon, I'm glad you're here! I called the school looking for you but I ended up talking to Zoe and finding out that I had washed you! You know I hate to use you on school days like this, but my car has a flat tire and I absolutely NEED to get to work today and I just don't have time to stop to get a new one."
Jon was a little concerned about being turned into a tire, but he didn't have much time to worry about it as his mother scooped up the bra he currently was and brought him down to her car, where his body suddenly started changing.
His arms and legs, currently straps, started getting thick and black as they expanded to turn into rubber for the tire. His face and the rest of his front also became the rubber treads of the tires as his back arched and filled in with air and a metal rim. "Just great," Jon thought, "Now I'm going to spend the day with my face smashed into the ground all day." While he was thinking about his new predicament, he felt his mother lift him onto her car, and screw him on.
"See, aren't you glad your father taught me how to change my own tires? Now I don't have to waste any money calling a tow truck to get something like this taken care of!" Jon's mother exclaimed as she finished fitting him on.
Jon felt the car's weight push him down, and he felt a little bit of a squeeze on his torso as she finished taking off the jack. He felt her start the car and the low rumble, and then as she backed out of the driveway, he realized the real issue. His body was currently able to handle the weight and stress of being a tire, but the constant spinning was making him so nauseous he wished he had a mouth again just so he could vomit.
Jon's mother arrived at work about 25 minutes later, and pulled into the parking lot. She quickly walked towards her tire and quietly told him, "Jon, I'm going to try to get your father to come pick up the car at some point today to get a new tire fit on, and he'll leave me his car. For now, just hang out, thanks!" With that she walked away, leaving him to just sit underneath her car on the hot pavement.
Jon sat for several hours, waiting, wondering why he had chosen to do this, his face as sitting very nearly completely on the ground, only being able to see a very small part of the sky, and his treads were completely full of dirt and filthy. Suddenly he saw a shadow as someone was approaching his mothers car...
