Tattoo TG

The tattoo parlor, a place that I went to quite often, it would have been a normal day. That is if my normal place had been open. But no they had been shut down for some unknown reason. I liked that place, it had given me a good number of the tattoos that I wore and had removed the ones that no longer showed. Instead I was walking to the only other tattoo parlor within 100 miles. Living in a small town many people wondered why I like tattoos so much, usually I couldn't answer, and if I did I would just tell them that I like them.

I'm 6' 4" tall and built beefy I wasn't no body builder but I had a lot of natural muscle. I have short crew cut black hair. Wearing a black tank top so I could show off my many tattoos off, I walked into the place. It was rather small and not very busy. Its name was TG TATTOOS at least that's what it said on the sign out front.

Going to the counter I asked how long I would have to wait to get a tattoo.

The lady at the counter looked up "As soon as I get someone for you." It wasn't in any sort of mean way but in a way that said sit down before I make you.

Sitting down I waited until someone came out. The girl that did finally come out had nearly as many tattoos as I did. Looking at me she asked "you the one waiting to get your tattoo?"

Getting up I answered her question before I said anything. Seeing I was indeed her client she turned around and headed back through the door stopping just long enough to indicate that I was to follow her. Going through the door I was surprised at what was behind. It didn't seem that such a small building could house so many rooms. But I wasn't able to think on it for very long as the woman kept up a brisk pace down the hall and I was forced to follow. Finally reaching one of the further doors she opened it up and held it for me.

Going in I saw it looked like most tattoo places. A couple seats and one bed for if you needed a tattoo on your back and such. As the woman that guided me coughed I turned around. "So what were you thinking about doing and where?"

Classic questions from a Tattoo place but were asked as if she was in some sort of rush. Telling her that I wanted a woman in a bikini on my inner back she pointed me to the bed that I had mentioned earlier. I took my shirt of and lied down on the bed waiting for her to start. Hearing her start up the equipment, I wondered how long it would take but I decided that I just wait and see.

As she started I felt the needle go in and out of my skin. I had felt many needles and my body had been accustom to any pain they caused, but this time it felt almost as if it was tingling my back. The tingling feeling started to move its way out along the rest of my back. After the tingling stopped the skin in those areas had a distinctly smoother feel to it. When the tingling started to reach my shoulders I started to feel them round off and become narrower. It felt weird and it didn't stop the tingling started to move up my neck and it started to feel tighter smoother smaller. As the changes moved in the opposite direction I felt my spine start to curve. At this point I was starting to freak out slightly but I couldn't move. I was almost like the ink for the tattoo was some kind of tranquilizer.

The tingling didn't stop moving along my body and the changes didn't stop occurring. As the tingling washed over my face it lost mass but gained definition. My chin shrank. My cheeks pulled in and up. My lips puffed up but over all shrank. My nose shrank and my eyebrows lost hair while my eyelashes gained length. My eyes gained a different angle as my face finished tingling. Then my scalp started to tingle. As it did my hair started to grow out more and more, until it was long enough to be touching the ground form my four foot bed. I watched as it changed color from my black to a bright blond. The changes then finally stopped going up, as if they had anywhere to go and focused more on the rest of my body.

The tingles that had been changing my back started to move to my front. As the tingles that originated from the tattoo that I was getting started to go around it swam around my stomach, flattening it and making it softer. My waist started to shrink in more and more shrinking to the width of my new narrower shoulder then past it. Then the changes started to focus on my nipples the tingling started to elicit odd feelings of stimulation as I felt them grow then my chest lost its strength and became softer and softer than it started to grow out. Pushing out on the bed was slightly uncomfortable but not unduly so. They finally stopped growing at about a c-cup.

The tingling finally started to work its inevitable way down. As it encompassed my hips I felt the bones straining before I finally felt them pop out wards as fat and muscle started to redistribute its self. My butt started to expand pulling my pants even more than they already had. I heard as my pants slowly started to rip. The mass that started to gain in my thighs was the breaking factor as my button popped off and the zipper unzipped its self painfully down my groin. Not that it had long to hurt as I felt the tingling surround my last standing defense in my masculinity, the feeling of my member shrinking was quick. Just as quick was the feeling of something opening up inside me that was never meant to be there but was perfectly suited to the new body it was in.

As my calves gained a defined curve and my feet shrinking letting my shoes fall off were the last of the changes. Seconds after the finish of the changes the girl lifted the needle.

Simply saying done seemed to be the key in stopping my paralysis. Getting up I felt weird all over, my chest and pelvis felt heavy but everything else felt light and smooth. All my hair was gone except for my hair and my… well you get the idea. Looking around I noticed that the girl that had been giving my tattoo was gone.

Hearing a door slam caused me to jump slightly giving me an unwanted feeling in part of my new anatomy. Turning around I saw the girl tossing me a pair of very skimpy clothes she stated "get dressed you start work in five minutes."

Getting up and walking through the door she pointed at I wondered what had just happened and what was going to happen. Little did I know but the tattoo on my back was almost an exact copy of what I looked like now.