As far as Clyde was concerned, no one liked the Department of Motor Vehicles. A visit there usually meant long, dull waits thanks to a horridly inefficient bureaucratic system. And, there was the paperwork. Lots and lots of paperwork. It was enough to make anyone impatient.

Unfortunately for Clyde, the list didn't stop there. Not only was he faced with the normal inconveniences one experienced when attempting to receive their license, the nature of his “medical condition” was also in the wide open. It was downright humiliating having to explain to the workers that he was sixteen despite looking seven. Not to mention, it was also a bit difficult, even with his mother there to back him up. So far, he'd gotten a lot of suspicious and funny looks from those he'd talked too. But, he managed to get through a lot of it in one piece.

Having passed the written test, he was ready for the next step: the behind-the-wheel test. A tad apprehensive, the age shifter waited in the driver's seat for the examiner to arrive. Again, he would probably have to explain his situation to yet another person. It was something he just wanted to get over with.

Trevor walked slowly towards the car with the waiting driving hopeful. He hated doing the road tests, mainly because he was not used to riding. It felt weird to be in a car and not be in the drivers seat, and seeing things from the passengers side always made Trevor feel like the car was going to fast and about to hit everything. In the driver's seat he was great, on the passenger's side he turned into a little old lady.

He reached the car and tapped on the window, indicating for the driver to roll down the window.

"Hey. I need you to turn on your lights and then your turning signal when I tell you" Trevor said and then looked down into the car to make sure the testee heard.

What he saw surprised, and also irritated him. It was ovious someone in the office was playing a joke, putting a little kid behind the wheel.

"Really kid? Who told you to do this? What it Jasmine?" Trevor asked, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. It wasn't the kids fault, and he didn't want to make the kid cry.

Clyde had not been waiting for too long when he heard tapping next to him. He turned to see the examiner, a slim, dark skinned man, motioning for him to roll down the window. Obediently, he lowered down it, then placed his hands on the wheel, ready to toggle the controls when asked. That's when the examiner saw what he looked like.

Listening to what the man said, it was evident that he thought his presence in the car was some sort of practical joke. That meant it was Clyde's cue to try to convince him of the truth. Dang, it was so embarrassing having to deal with his appearance.

“No, I'm not a kid,” the age shifter sighed, looking up at the examiner. “I just have a condition. If you don't believe me, theah ah the files.” The words came out automatically, for he'd been through that drill many times already that day. He really hoped that he'd be able to pass the test and get it all past him.

Trevor rolled his neck side to side, trying to relieve the tension that was beginng to build up. He already hated doing these driving tests, and now this foolishness. One day, and one day soon he was going to quit this place and then burn it down. At least that was the recurring dream he had about his job, and in Trevors mind going up in flames was exactly all the DMV should ever be used for.

"The files huh?" the young southern transplant asked, rolling his eyes and going through the paper work in his clip board. "What the..."

All the normal paperwork was there, test results, birth certificate, social security. Everything a person needed to be a legal licensed driver was there, and then there was something else. A bunch of somethings else rather. Medical documentations, notarized letters.

"Sweet baby Jesus this kid is seventeen!" Trevor though to himself.

Trevor had seen plenty of weird diseases and conditions on National Geographic and Discovery Health. The elephantitis one, and the one were people grow bark, even the mermaid girl. Never, in all his t.v. watching experience had he come across a seventeen year old in a childs body. This kid didn't even look ten!

"Um....." was all that he could muster as he continued to flip through the paperwork. This was weird, way too weird for Trevor.

"And definitely above my paygrade" he mumbled.

From inside the car, Clyde, a tad weary from dealing with other DMV stuff, watched the examiner look through the paperwork. At first, he didn't appear convinced at all. But that was probably before the man found the documents that proved his point.

>>”What the...”

Well, this was awkward. Clyde couldn't tell for sure, but to him, the examiner seemed a bit puzzled. The real and likely more believable reason for his underaged appearance was his mutation, but most people didn't like mutants, so allowing it to be passed off as some obscure medical condition was probably the easier way to go. As the man continued sifting through the paperwork, Clyde was barely able to discern a mumbled remark about some paygrade. The examiner wasn't a fan of his job, was he? Who could blame him? Everyone hated the DMV.

“Yeah, I know it's weird,” Clyde groaned in hopes that it would somehow help his case. Slightly impatient, he sat up straight, ready to turn on the car. “May I take the test now?”

Trevor looked down into the car at the kid with a very confused look. All the paper work was there, technically, and legally, there was no reason not to give the driving test. He sighed, resigned to this very weird fate.

"Alright...fine. Turn on your lights." Trevor said as he stepped around to the front of the car, to make sure everything was in working order.

While he was there, he stared at driving hopeful. This was very weird, and way outside of Trevor's comfort zone. Some of the paperwork said something about a genetic mutation. If this kid was a mutant, this was definitely Trevor's first time meeting someone else. What kind of mutation was it though? Was the guy immortal, stuck in a kids body?

"Well that sucks" he said, waving his left then right arm to indicate which turning signal he needed to see.

Like the examiner asked, Clyde located the control and quickly flipped the car's headlights on. He couldn't help but notice the man's perplexed expression. He didn't quite trust him with this, did he? In that case, he was going to prove that he knew exactly what he was doing.

>>“Well that sucks.”

“Yeah...” Clyde answered, eyes rolling just a bit. He didn't need to be reminded of his situation. Part of him wanted to express that verbally, but he remembered that this guy was giving him the test, and he had to be respectful.

Assuming the headlights were no longer needed, Clyde shut them off. As soon as he saw the examiner's hand motions, the age shifter pushed the turn signal lever down, then up, just as instructed.

Seeing that everything was in working order, Trevor walked over and opened the passenger side door. He stepped in and sat down, trying very hard not to stare at the driver or make him feel any more uncomfotrable. That wasn't all that hard, since he was a lot more agitated at having to do a driving test than weirded out by this almost adult kid.

"So, what are you supposed to do before you start the engine?" Trevor asked, the rediculousness of the question causing him to roll his eyes.

God knows, Trevor rarely checked his mirrors, made sure the seat was in a locked position or any of that good driver stuff you were supposed to do. His motto was, as long as the engine started, everything was good to go.

Seeing that the examiner was entering the car, Clyde figured it was about time for the next phase of the test. Inwardly, he was eager to move onto the part that actually required driving. But before that, he had to answer the examiner's question. Of course, the procedural stuff always came first.

“I check the seat's position and buckle in. Done both already,” he responded. “And theah's this.” Reaching up, he tweaked the rearview mirror's position. He then glanced over at the sideview mirrors. “Those too, but they look good already.”

He looked back at the man, waiting for his response and hoping that he'd done everything correctly.

Trevor nodded, smirking a bit to himself over the child like accent and the hilarity of the situation. He knew someone in upper management was getting a kick out of this situation. And what would the other driver's on the road think. Maybe they would be a little nice, though Trevor highly doubted it. Since moving to the big city he had learned there was one major difference between the south and New York, beside sweet tea, northern drivers were down right demonic behind the wheel.

Hopefully, prayerfully, this guy was truly honestly seventeen years old and new about agressive driving. Trevor might hate the DMV but he was definitely not wanting to go out in a blazing ball of glory on the highway. And if he survived this incident, someone was going to hear about it. Actually it was going ot be a lot of someones for a very long time. A personal vacation was definitely in the near future, approved or not.

"Well sir, let's crank her up and get her done then hm?" Trevor said, indicating for his testee to start the car up.

"God if you love me, let me make it back here in one peice" [/i]he prayed silently.

(OOC: No worries, real life comes first)

Nodding, Clyde turned the key to start the engine. Extensions had been latched on so he could reach the pedals, and the seat was set in a high position, but he still had to sit up as straight as possible just to see well enough outside.

Just as he was readying himself to drive the car when asked, he spotted his mother way off to the side. She was waving and calling out to him, though he couldn't hear what she was saying. But, he had a pretty strong feeling that she was cheering him on. Oh no. The last thing he needed was his mom accidentally humiliating him further.

The teenage kid felt his face grow a tinge red. “Seriously, can't you just ignoh me fo once?” he muttered, despite the fact that she wouldn't be able to hear him. This was so embarrassing. He could only hope that no one, examiner included, made the connection between him and his “crazy” mother at that moment.

Trevor looked at the driver growing red and raised his eyes brows inquisitively. He looked around, trying to discern the source of the embarassement and noticed the waving woman near the building.

Trevor chuckled and then buckled his seat belt. "Dont worry dude. That's definitely not the worse I've seen," he admitted. "I've seen parents insist on being in the car, I've even heard of a guy who followed his daughter on the road the entire test and ended up rear ending her." The poor girl was so embarassed and furious with her father she actually slapped him.

"Now, ease out of the parking lot and take a left. A couple of turns, three point turn, parallel parking and then we're done," he said, trying to put the guy at ease.

Clyde was embarrassed, but the examiner's story did show a point. Having his mom insist on being in the car would have certainly been worse. Still, he wished she wasn't cheering for him like that in public. With any luck, though, he'd never see most of those people again.

Relieved that the man hadn't laughed too much, the age shifter lifted the parking brake and set the gears into reverse. Since he had a hard time seeing the ground, and he had to keep looking behind to check for people, it took a bit of time just to wiggle the car out of the parking slot, but he finally managed. He set the gears to drive, carefully drove the car through the lot, and turned left as he exited.

“Okay, what's next?” he asked as he put on the signal and checked the traffic before pulling out onto the street.

According to the examiner, there were just a few turns, a three point turn, and parallel parking. The first two didn't sound too bad. As for parallel parking... ugh, he hated that! That was definitely not a part he was looking forward to.

Trevor thought for a brief moment. There were certain tracks that the examiners were suppose to tack. Each one had a certain degree of difficulty and skill testing. Trevor decided to take on of the easier tracks.

"Go up three blocks, and then make a left at the light," he said.

To be honest, Trevor was still a little nervouse about this whole thing. He kept looking at his testee, still incredibly confused by the entire situation. His Southern nature needing to know everything was raising at an incredible rate. The question he wanted to ask so badly was at the very tip of his tongue, and it was going to come out, Trevor knew it. He was just trying to make it come out in a somewhat tactful way.

"So dude, whats up with you? I mean, you look younger than my little sister and shes like twelve" Trevor asked "Not that you have to tell me anything" he quickly interjected.

As much as Trevor hated working for the DMV, he definitely didn't want to lose the job. Not until he had something else lined up at least. He just really hoped the quesiton didn't throw the kid off his game. Not while driving around the most important person in the world, at least in his own mind Trevor was the most important person.

“Three blocks? All right,” Clyde responded. He stepped on the gas a little, doing his best to maintain a reasonable speed. It was a bit tricky for him to see the lines separating each lane, so he kept on checking to make sure the vehicle didn't drift.

Partially concerned about his performance so far, he stole a few glances at the examiner. He could have sworn that he detected some signs of uneasiness in him. Clyde could understand it being nerve-racking being the passenger when a child was driving, but he was no child. Sometimes, he felt people didn't give him enough credit.

Just as he was nearing the light he was supposed to turn at, he heard the man ask about his appearance and remark that he looked younger than a twelve-year-old girl. It was unfortunately natural that people would want an explanation upon learning his true age. And, the part about him looking younger than twelve was true. Very true.

Slowing to a stop at the light and turning on the signal, the age shifter attempted to use the same lie he'd always used. “Medical condition,” he stated.

Wait a minute! He'd used that lie earlier. Could it be possible that this man wasn't buying it? He paused for a moment to try to think of a better story, but he couldn't think of anything to say. “I take it you ahn't satisfied with that, ah you?” he sighed. His hands apprehensively gripped the steering wheel.