Red-1 had never given much thought to the afterlife. He’d always assumed that he would go to the Great Scrapheap in the sky. After all, that’s where all of the other legendary vehicles had gone... And wasn’t he, Red-1, the Greatest Fire Engine of them all?

But when a confrontation with a train interrupts his dreams of eternal glory, Red-1 wakes up as a voluptuous goth girl, complete with a job and a life that he’d never imagined. How will Red-1, steel behemoth, handle his new life as a tiny, beautiful delivery driver?

And why do all of the other employees just seem so dang weird?

<< Author's note: This is a work of satire and parody. Any writing that appears to be of decent quality is most assuredly an accident. Thank you, and enjoy! >>