The Girl With the Perfect Tats

By Maxwell Avoi

Tom only wanted to help his friend Colin win the tattooing competition. The thing was that Colin, who needed a blank canvas for the year-long contest, claimed that he knew a way to not only clear the existing ink off of Tom’s skin, but also change Tom into the perfect canvas for the job. When a drunk Tom agrees to the terms, he had no idea that he would wake up quite so...perfectly female.
“The Girl With the Perfect Tats” is erotica unsuitable for readers under 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maxwell Avoi
• Release date: Dec 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310308734

Maxwell Avoi

Maxwell is an irregular contributor at Fictionmania, and has recently started down the road of independent ebook publishing. He has held several jobs in his life, including DJ, night security guard, front desk worker at a college dorm, and clerk at several gas stations. Only one of those jobs is at all related to writing erotica for Internet sales.Maxwell can be reached at [e-mail]

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The Girl With the Perfect Tats

By Maxwell Avoi

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Copyright 2015 by Maxwell Avoi

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I stared off into space as Colin applied the needle again. He worked on my forearm, inking the delicate skin of my inner wrist, and I was doing my semi-Zen concentration trick. Over the years Colin had put quite a bit of ink on me and I had learned to keep from flinching at the hot pain of the needle by sending my mind into another place. It was quiet there, without any distractions, and it allowed me to think of the pain as happening to someone else. That was handy a lot of times, like now.

So I was thinking about going into this competition, said Colin. It had been nearly two hours since we’d last spoken; between his concentration and mine, we didn’t talk much while he inked. Now that he was in the final details, though, there was room for speech. I became aware of my surroundings for the first time in a while; my wrist felt like I had a really good sunburn, but the vibrant colors sure popped.

What kind of competition? I said, blinking. I kept still, though; rolling my hand or flinching at this stage would ruin some of the ink, and I didn’t want to carry that around for the rest of my life.

He glanced up at me through the rings that decorated his eyebrows, and he snorted. "Fucking baking. What do you think, what kind of competition? Tattooing, man."

I made a sort of shrug with my eyebrows. Why not? You’re good at this.

Good? I’m a fucking god. You know it. That’s why you have so much of my ink on you.

Yeah, you make my heart beat faster, I said, rolling my eyes.

Fuck you, Tom. You sound a lot like someone who doesn’t me to finish this tat.

"And you sound a lot like someone who doesn’t want to get paid."

So what do you think?

About not paying you? I’m ecstatic.

No, dipshit, about me entering a tattooing competition.

Sounds like a plan to me. Why are you bothering me with it? I can look back and say, ‘Oh yeah, I knew him back before he won that thing, check out this ink, he did that.’ Can’t wait. I can cut off my arm and sell it for some serious cash. I grinned at him.

I can cut it off now if you want. There, done.

I admired the new design for a few minutes, turning it this way and that before letting him wrap it for me. So why are you asking me about this? I said. It’s not like you need my permission. And you’re already confident enough to call yourself a tattooing god.

"Because I could use some backup. Basically I need a canvas, and I figured since you’re always bitching about your job