The Parlor

Riley was very excited to go to this new parlor on the other side of town that supposedly allowed 17 and younger to get tattoos without a parent consent. “This place looks perfect” the rebellious Riley said eager to get a tattoo after her conservative father said he would not let her get one.
“Shove this one dad” she said, as she got her design, and went into her car to get the tattoo. Riley was 17, and had her own car, and a nice house that her family lived in. She just wanted to get a tattoo to impress her friends. “Just a little rose will make everyone talk” she said wanting the kind of attention on her. “This shop is going to be huge” Riley said laughing, as she pulled into the parking lot to the dumpy little shop.
Riley got out of the car, and looked around. “Dumpy...but hopefully it’s clean” she said entering the place. She went up to the counter, and talked to the clerk at the counter. “I would like to set up an appointment please” she said smiling.
“Alright...someone will be right with you” she said to the girl.
“Is that it?” she asked the girl.
“Yeah...someone will be with you shortly” the girl said laughing.
Riley then sat down, and waited for someone to take her for her first ever tattoo. “I’m gonna be the coolest girl in the high school” she said
smirking, as she saw a burly looking man with tattoos approaching her. “Are you next?” he asked.
“Yes...Yes I am” she said walking with the guy to his room.
“Now what do you want to get?” he asked her.
“This” she said to him giving him a flower to put on her shoulder.
“Alright...now just sit back” he said, as he got the supplies, and then came back to the room. “Alright this might sting a bit girl” he said before starting the needle, and putting it too Riley’s shoulder.
“Shit” Riley said to herself, as she felt the stinging of the needle in her shoulder. Riley endured the pain, and after 45 minutes, Riley’s first tattoo was done. “It’s over?” she asked the guy.
“Yeah...if you’d like you can go to the viewing room across the parlor.
“I will” she said smirking, as she wanted to see it up close. Riley then went to the viewing room, and turned on the lights. Riley noticed a lot of baskets with random clothing in it. “Weird” she said viewing the flower on her shoulder. “It’s so pretty” she said smirking.
As Riley was viewing her tattoo, Riley seemed to notice something wrong. Riley felt the stinging sensation again on her tattoo. Riley was in tremendous pain, as the feeling went around several parts of her body. “What’s in that ink” she said to herself, as her body was in much pain. Riley then looked at the mirror to see the ink traveling down her arm. Riley looked in disbelief, as her whole arm developed a colored sleeve. “This cannot be real” she said taking off her shirt revealing a giant chest tattoo, and another tattoo on the side of her ribs.
Riley’s body then went into overload, as she felt her body itself aching. “I think I’m dying” she said trying to open the door, but she realized it was locked. “Somebody let me out” she said to the parlor workers, but she seemed to be ignored. Riley’s discomfort grew, as she looked down to see her legs growing longer. Riley let out a squeal, as legs began to strain her tights. Riley watched, as her legs were becoming longer, and thicker. “What’s happening to me?” she asked herself, as she saw her feet grow longer, and her thicker toes grew over the ends of her flip-flops.
Riley’s thighs thickened, as she felt a rip in her tights. Her tights fell to the ground, as Riley’s longer thick legs were exposed. Riley noticed in horror that her new legs did not look feminine at all. “Why is this happening?” she thought to herself, as her ass expanded, and grew as her thong snapped off revealing, her engorged vagina. Riley looked down at her vagina, to see it close up, and shift. She felt her insides shifting, as they morphed, and changed. Riley then watched, as a dick formed in between her new thick legs, and a set of functioning balls fell underneath her new cock.
“Oh shit” Riley said, as she felt her new hormones rushing through her body. Her body frame started to bulk, and changed as her hips narrowed. Her stomach gained slight definition, as it expanded to fit her new frame. Her torso grew longer, as her boobs receded into her chest. Riley’s back expanded, as it grew larger expanding her frame even more. Her bra snapped off revealing Riley’s new manly chest. She felt a weird clamping feeling, as she saw a nipple piercing appear on her new puffy nipple. Riley’s petite shoulders then broadened, as the muscle traveled down her growing arms. They got longer, as the muscle began to thicken. Riley looked down at her hands, as they were growing thicker, and larger. Her manicured nails receded, and dulled. Riley then looked in the mirror, and she started flexing unknowingly in the mirror.
 “What’s happening to me?”she said holding her head, as her voice cracked.  Her neck thickened, as Riley watched her beautiful hair recede into her head until she had a very fresh buzz cut. Her voice began to deepen, as Riley watched her female features shift, and changed. Riley’s features began to age, and harden, as Riley’s face morphed into a man in his mid-thirties. Stubble then appeared on the new man’s face cementing the change.
“This isn’t what I wanted” Riley said in his new gruff voice, as he looked at the older naked tattooed man in the mirror. “I just want my...” Riley’s head then went blank, as her old life was being overwritten. Her carefree days as a student, were being replaced by days of working at the site, making a living for himself.
Troy then looked down at his fresh ink, and was immediately impressed. He then saw himself naked, and knew he had to change. He digged through the clothing in the room, and found an outfit that fit his frame perfectly. Troy left the room, to see the tattoo artist waiting for him.
“Do you like it?” he asked Troy.
“Dude it’s awesome” Troy said, as he got out his wallet that appeared out of nowhere to pay the parlor. Troy then left the parlor in his truck, which was formally Riley’s tiny energy saver car.
Back in the parlor, the artist looked at the clerk. “See that’s what happens when you come in without consent, the ink will make it so you can have your own consent” he said laughing. “We use Magic ink” he said laughing watching his new client get into his huge truck.