Get yourselves a car

Heading out onto the street, you and Sarah decided to locate a vehicle to aid your transportation. Nearby, a well dressed man was fumbling the keys to his BMW X5. Your olfactory chemoceptors detect a strong scent of **** on the man, blood **** was at 0.25%, well above the legal limit for driving. Smiling at Sarah, you both morphed your bodies. Absorbing the fabric from the nurses uniforms and remodelling them. Soon, your were both in well fitted LAPD uniforms and you head up to the man.

"Excuse me, Sir" you said, "May I see your license and registration please?"

"What the hell have I done?", the man replied, swaying drunkenly as he spun to face you. Analysing the arrogance in his voice, your processors show a 98.75% probability that he is a lawyer. "You can't do me for DUI, I'm not even in the car yet, let alone driving." He yelled at you.

Your analysis of 21st century law shows that he was, much to your annoyance, correct. "Now just calm down sir," you said gently, releasing pheromones and putting on your sexiest smile "That's no way to speak to a lady" said Sarah, sidling up to him and running her nightstick up and down the side of his face and neck.

The pheromones worked quickly (even though the man never believed in such nonsense) and you sense the man's erection building. "You officers wanna play?" he asked, fondling your left breast through your uniform.

"Sure we do," you whisper in his ear, "girls just wanna have fun, don't we?"