Michelle Peyton

Michelle came home from work, riding her bike.  Once it was parked in the garage and secured, she walked across the empty stall into the kitchen.
From there, she passed through the kitchen and dining room, continuing around the corner to the living room.  Exiting through the front door, she retrieved the mail and returned to the kitchen.

"Let's see... bill, bill, Christmas card from daddy... bill... junk, junk, junk... oh well.  The box of Grandma's Christmas cookies should be along soon," she said to herself as she tossed the mail onto the dining room table.  
Finding that the coffee machine still had a cup or two of coffee from earlier in the day, she decided a cup would be okay.  She didn't notice that the burner was still on, however.
She reached for the carafe and came close to the burner.  The carafe broke, sending hot coffee all over herself.  Luckily, she wasn't burned... but the warm coffee had done its damage.
"Ugh... oh crap.  Now I've really done it," she gasped.  She quickly leaned over the sink for the cold water.
But she was too late.   Her hands throbbed and swelled as they grew into a pair of large, rubber tires.  She could no longer grasp the handle for the sink.
"Not now!  Oh... where's there enough room... living room," she gasped, glancing towards the door to the garage, which was closed.
She ran as quickly as she could for the open floor plan of the living room, tripping to her knees as her feet also morphed into tires.  
Then, the rest of her body began to transform.  Her hips and legs began to merge as they fused and shaped into the rear half of a blue convertible.  At the same time, her two front tires joined together as an axle and linkage appeared between them- it was as if the axle had emerged from both of her tires.  Next, her torso and chest began to change.  They become box-like and grew larger as it began to match her lower body, which formed the seats and driver's console.  Lastly, her hair, shoulders, and head began to melt and contort into the hood, dash and front end of a sapphire blue Chrysler Sebring convertible.
Her transformation complete, she sighed softly to herself.  Her body, now a full sized convertible complete with a black canvas top, was wedged between the furniture.  
"At least the coffee wasn't boiling," she muttered to herself.