You decide to go into the tent marked 'TATTOOED TATIANA OF THE AMAZON'. You quiet the uneasy feeling inside you until it is barely a whisper. Collecting yourself, a smile begins to form and excitement washes over you instead. If Yosef could see you, he would be so proud. You pull back the canvas flap and enter. The tent is dimly lit, and it takes a second for your eyes to adjust. When you can see, your gaze rests on a figure standing in the middle of the room.
There is a tall woman stepping on and off a squat platform, turned away from the entrance of the tent. She seems to be in the middle of a light workout - upbeat pop music is playing faintly and she is reaching and moving in time to the beat. You observe her silently for a moment. Although the name conjures an image of a goddess-like beauty with a deep tan, Tatiana is rather plain-looking and of pale complexion. Her hair is a reddy-brown color; the long strands are gathered into a high ponytail that bobs behind the woman as she moves. You imagine the 'Amazon' part of her name comes from her height - she is easily 6 and a half feet tall. Her legs seem to stretch on forever, and their length is only accented by the short workout shorts she is currently wearing. Although you are gay, you can appreciate that she has a rather perky, firm butt, probably thanks to all the aerobics. And of course, this is not all her clothing accentuates.
Tatiana is completely covered in midnight blue markings. Her tattoos stretch from head to toe - or at least, everywhere that you can see. The tattoos are mostly just flat looking tribal shapes, although you seem to see some shapes like indistinct animal claws or eyes within its simple geometry. Although her face is turned away, you seem to catch glimpses of the designs there, too. You decide that you want to see for yourself, and clear your throat loudly. Tatiana turns with a start, tripping mid-step. "Sorry," you say, "I didn't mean to disturb your workout. I can come back later, I just wanted to say hello." The lanky woman is still catching her breath, but responds. "It's okay... hff... welcome... pfff..." You can now see that her face is covered in symmetrical blue-black ink as well. Tatiana's eyes are surrounded with a feminine cats-eye shape, which shift into tearing claw marks that travel down her face. Both her lips and the surrounding skin are covered with a solid, dark shape, giving her a slightly clownish appearance. Geometric shapes and more claw marks radiate out from the other patterns. Overall, the effect is almost scary, like a heavy metal frontman or a horror movie villain.
You have already resolved to switch with her. The prospect of being even more conspicuous and strange, confusing and alarming everyone you meet is an intoxicating fantasy. And there is no way you could hide these changes or pass for normal if you were to take these tattoos. Short of wearing a bedsheet, anyways. Yosef would be so drawn to your new body, and others would see you as a glaring, awful freak. Imagining these reactions makes your dick twitch.
"Thank you, but I should go," you finally say, making your way to the rental car. Tatiana shrugs and goes back to her workout. You go to nod a goodbye to the gray-looking clerk at the doors, but he is no longer there. Standing all alone in the hot, dusty parking lot, you kiss the ring, thinking of Tatiana's tattoos. And then...