It was the year of 1994; you were in need of a new motorcycle after your first one was stolen, unfortunately.

So you went to the shop and saw one that was just calling your name. With its sleek design, you didn’t mind the price it was.

After purchasing it, you took it for a joyride, zooming and cruising around the town and just having the time of your life. And soon night fell, and you were driving back home.

But as soon as you parked your bike in the garage, you heard a feminine voice come from it.

Arcee: “Well, you sure know how to ride a motorcycle, huh?”

As you would turn around and hear mechanical shifting as she transformed and looked down at you with a hand on her hip and a smirk.