My girlfriend and I went to this shady Tattoo parlor while on vacation in Bangkok. It had always been one of our biggest dreams to explore Thailand. That was actually how we got together, we had a lot of shared interests and so we decided we'd share a lot more. It just made sense but after some road-tripping, visiting all kinds of temples we arrived in Bangkok where we just stuck for a while.
Of course we wanted something to remember all the great moments so far, all of the joy we've had but also as a token, more like a statement to us for all the great moments we know we have yet to experience. You could say we tried to seal a deal like this, to ensure the joy would last. Much like how people marry each other so they kind of claimed each other, stuck with each other, we chose to sort of bind the mood. Maybe there's consequences for changing your fate but then again, we didn't see it this way, so it wasn't really our reality...
Finally it was that fateful night and we just went inside the cleanest Tattoo parlor we could find and still it had us raise our brows, wonder if it was hygienic at all. But we decided to just go for it and we got matching tattoos.
This is a picture of us currently and I know what you're thinking: "I don't see a man". And you're right, I'm not a dude anymore. My girlfriend doesn't mind, we're in what feels like the capital of transgender, right? She's got my long, thick dick while I turned into her hot girlfriend... Can you guess which butt is mine?
Anyway, as it turns out I should fuck a stranger before sunrise if I want to be a man for a day but I'd rather not in this city. And besides, I'd like to remain faithful to my girlfriend.
We decided there wasn't anything to gain anymore and afraid we might lose our morality as well, we went to the last temple we really wanted to visit. Already before this entire trip it was number one on our to-do list and we wanted to save the best for last. Our current state hasn't changed this idea though, maybe we already knew this was going to happen to us but let me tell you one thing.
Our matchings tattoos didn't look like that before we left the temple again. Although it was in ruins, overgrown with some jungle leaves and such, the pathways were still taken care of and there were still monks there who did certain meditations and activities with tourists.
As if to do us a favor or maybe it was because we were the only tourists that day, whichever the case, they wanted to perform an ancient healing on us or was it on themselves? We had to meditate within their circle and keep our eyes closed. They were humming in a very deep voice but it got higher until when I opened my eyes and I saw women in the same place. Although it had seemed like a cool magic trick, it was freaky to see our tattoos had changed. They no longer looked like a symbol, a sigil we really felt attracted to but now they were what seemed like the balance of ying and yang within a sweet flower. I felt so enlightened in my feminity and so did my girlfriend.
We felt ready to go back to the states and begin our new lives as roommates...
Of course we wanted something to remember all the great moments so far, all of the joy we've had but also as a token, more like a statement to us for all the great moments we know we have yet to experience. You could say we tried to seal a deal like this, to ensure the joy would last. Much like how people marry each other so they kind of claimed each other, stuck with each other, we chose to sort of bind the mood. Maybe there's consequences for changing your fate but then again, we didn't see it this way, so it wasn't really our reality...
Finally it was that fateful night and we just went inside the cleanest Tattoo parlor we could find and still it had us raise our brows, wonder if it was hygienic at all. But we decided to just go for it and we got matching tattoos.
This is a picture of us currently and I know what you're thinking: "I don't see a man". And you're right, I'm not a dude anymore. My girlfriend doesn't mind, we're in what feels like the capital of transgender, right? She's got my long, thick dick while I turned into her hot girlfriend... Can you guess which butt is mine?
Anyway, as it turns out I should fuck a stranger before sunrise if I want to be a man for a day but I'd rather not in this city. And besides, I'd like to remain faithful to my girlfriend.
We decided there wasn't anything to gain anymore and afraid we might lose our morality as well, we went to the last temple we really wanted to visit. Already before this entire trip it was number one on our to-do list and we wanted to save the best for last. Our current state hasn't changed this idea though, maybe we already knew this was going to happen to us but let me tell you one thing.
Our matchings tattoos didn't look like that before we left the temple again. Although it was in ruins, overgrown with some jungle leaves and such, the pathways were still taken care of and there were still monks there who did certain meditations and activities with tourists.
As if to do us a favor or maybe it was because we were the only tourists that day, whichever the case, they wanted to perform an ancient healing on us or was it on themselves? We had to meditate within their circle and keep our eyes closed. They were humming in a very deep voice but it got higher until when I opened my eyes and I saw women in the same place. Although it had seemed like a cool magic trick, it was freaky to see our tattoos had changed. They no longer looked like a symbol, a sigil we really felt attracted to but now they were what seemed like the balance of ying and yang within a sweet flower. I felt so enlightened in my feminity and so did my girlfriend.
We felt ready to go back to the states and begin our new lives as roommates...
What an original and charming story. I hope they continue to be as happy as friends as they were as a couple
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