The Green and Red Dragon Tattoo
A misogynist gets his comeuppance from the special ink of a tattoo.
by Laura Shell
“Hey guy, I work better if it’s quiet in here,” Shane said.
“Oh, okay. But you have to admit that Kim Kardashian has lips that could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Ow!”
“Sorry, I’m putting the color in now. It’s going to hurt more.” Shane added the color using the ink he reserved for elite assholes, specifically like this man. The man, Frank, grunted and huffed from the pain. Forty-five minutes later, Frank had a tattoo of a green dragon holding a red jewel. It took up most of his right calf.
“Holy shit,” he said as he studied his new tattoo in a mirror. “It’s gorgeous. Thanks, man.”
He shook Shane’s hand. Shane didn’t feel one ounce of guilt for what he had just done to this guy. He was doing women a favor. He imparted his usual after-care instructions, and Frank paid in cash. As Frank left the building, Shane smiled. Frank had no idea what was about to happen to him.
***
That night, as Frank slept alone in his country house, the green ink from his tattoo slithered up his leg and became cord-like. It headed straight for his right wrist. After wrapping around said wrist, it poked a hole in the bedsheet, forming a knot. The same thing happened to his left wrist and both ankles. For good measure, an ink cord was secured around his waist. Then the red ink from the jewel snaked its way up Frank’s leg, becoming a cord with a sharpened end. It went straight for his dick.
In a matter of seconds, the scalpel end of the cord cut Frank’s dick right down the middle.
He screamed like a banshee, trying to grab his member with his hands, but couldn’t.
“Jesus Christ! Someone help me!”
No one would hear his agonized cries for help.
His dick, now in two pieces, morphed into labia, and a portion of the tip became the clitoris. All of this was sewn into place by thread-like ink, thread so fine it was like spiderweb silk.
Sometime in the middle of this procedure, Frank passed out.
***
Frank woke before the sun and instantly felt a stabbing pain in his groin. He placed his hands over it, making it hurt worse. Reaching over to the nightstand, he turned on the light. There was blood all over the sheet covering his privates. He flung off the sheet, lowered his pajamas and underwear, and examined himself.
His dick was now a vagina.
The vagina was held in place by green and red threads.
Frank looked at his green and red dragon tattoo and screamed.
What's a tattoo artist to do when faced with the worst misogynist he's ever come across? He brings out the special inks and gives the misogynist a tattoo that changes more than his life.
Laura Shell has been published in NUNUM, Maudlin House, and X-RAY, among other publications. Her first collection of paranormal stories, The Canine Collection, was released in 2024. She’s a prolific writer and submitter of flash fiction and the editor of the Flash Phantoms horror fiction site, flashphantoms.net. You can find more about her work at laurashellhorror.wordpress.com.