Tasha watched as her friend Abbey stroked the top of her thigh.  Tasha may have seemed weird by some people's standards, with her pink hair, piercings, and overall punky appearance, but Abbey took the cake in terms of being weirder in behavior.
    "I just love this tattoo sooooooooo much," cooed Abbey, practically hypnotized by the design of her friends newest body art.
    "I know Abbey, you've probably said it 50 times by this point," Tasha said resignedly.  She and Abbey had met in a recent class, where the first words exchanged between the two were Abbey saying, "I'm in love with you."  Tasha was initially taken aback, but after Abbey explained that she meant she was in love with Tasha's overall aesthetic, Tasha warmed up to her.  Abbey told Tasha of how her parents wouldn't allow her to get tattoos or piercings, but now that Abbey had her own job she could.  Abbey made an interesting contrast to Tasha; Abbey really didn't have anything that made her stand out other than her wacky personality.  She dressed in average clothes, was of an average build, and had a slightly above average face.
    Well, not just slightly above average to Tasha.  Tasha had developed feelings for the strange girl who was now petting her leg like it was an adorable kitten.  They had never really talked about their sexual preferences, and Tasha was uncharacteristically timid about coming out to her friend.  If it weren't for the fact that she was trying to hide her pleasure from Abbey, Tasha would have enjoyed Abbey's fingers brushing against her skin over and over again.
    "I want it," Abbey said as she suddenly squeezed Tasha's thigh.  "Give it to me!" she said with passion in her eyes that may or may not have been genuine.
    Tasha, broken out of her reverie, quickly regained her usual cool composure.  "Well, it's sort of attached to me you know."
    "Yes, I was thinking about that myself," Abbey said as she looked away, stroking her chin.  "I think I've thought of a workaround if I can borrow you for a few days."
    Not realizing the significance of Abbey's phrasing, Tasha puzzled over the fact that her friend was actually considering borrowing her tattoo.  "I could take you to the parlor where I got it..."
    "No, that would be too easy," Abbey interrupted, "come with me to the kitchen."
    They went into Abbey's kitchen as Tasha mentally prepared for anything.  Abbey often refused to tell Tasha about her machinations, since most of her plans were actually very bad ideas that Tasha immediately shot down.  Tasha was relieved to see Abbey's gaze veer from any of the many sharp objects in the kitchen.  She instead reached into a drawer and yanked out a rolling pin.
    Abbey turned with the rolling pin in hand and smiled as she turned to Tasha, "Eh? Eh? Get where I'm going?"
    Tasha's face remained blank.
    "Good, you might not agree otherwise," Abbey remarked under her breath with a shit-eating grin.
    "What was that?" Tasha said, trying to assert her punkish attitude that her parents knew so well.
    "You want to be close to me, right?" Abbey spurted out, suddenly seeming like a detective explaining the most elementary of basic facts to her assistant.  Tasha was stunned into silence at the brash, straightforward, and accurate declaration.  "Good," Abbey continued through Tasha's silence, once again her goofy self, "If you truly want to get in my pants and do the nasty, lie down on that table and relax."
    Still stunned by Abbey's sudden assertiveness and the revelation that she actually had a chance with her friend, Tasha silently complied.  She laid on her back on the kitchen table, still amazed that her friend was so full of surprises.  She let out a little smile as she realized just how happy it made her to actually have a chance with Abbey.
    Tasha then noticed a strange sensation on her feet.  She looked down her body to see Abbey rolling the rolling pin down her body.  What was even weirder was that it looked like the rolling pin had cut off her legs at the knees.  Briefly fascinated by what she thought was a perspective trick, she asked the girl standing over her, "Uh, what are you doing?"
    "Have you not figured it out? I'm flattening you, silly!" Abbey cheerfully responded as she lifted up the rolling pin.
    Tasha looked down at her legs.  From the knees down, her legs had somehow been flattened by the pressure of the rolling pin.  Tasha looked at Abbey, then at the rolling pin, then to her legs, then back to Abbey, then the rolling pin, then Abbey again.
    "...What?"
    "I'm flattening you out. Like a cartoon character!"
    "...What?"
    "Well, really you're more like a lump of dough. Anyway, since I can't borrow your tattoo, I'm going to borrow you!"
    "...What?
    "Don't worry, I've done this before. You'll be completely fine once I'm done with you, and if you do this for me we can go on a real date!"
    "...What?"
    "Oh hush, I'll show you," Abbey said as she reapplied the rolling pin.  She rolled it further up Tasha's leg.  Tasha watched her legs up to her hips disappear underneath the roller.
    "Uh, I'm not sure I'm OK with thiiiiii-iiii-iii-" Tasha began to object, but was interrupted as Abbey rolled over her crotch.  The sensation that was just mild pressure before turned into a sensation of sensual bliss as her womanhood was subjected to the power of the roller.  Maybe I'm just weird, Tasha thought to herself, but this feels fucking amazing!  Her sex had been left completely flat by the rolling pin, and between the constant pressure and the feeling of it being touched everywhere at once caused her to let out a sigh of pleasure.
    "You like that? Huh, you're weird," giggled Abbey as she continued up Tasha's body as if nothing happened.
    Tasha temporarily snapped out of her enjoyment to try to protest one more time.  "Wait, hold on, this is really str-mmmph!"
    Abbey, entirely carefree, rolled over the rest of her friend, completely ignoring her final protests.  She looked down at Tasha's face.  It seemed to be torn between various emotions, from confusion to worry to pleasure.
    Abbey leaned in close to her friend with a smile.  "I know your cynical butt probably doesn't believe in love at first sight, but I sort of meant it when I said I loved you the first time we met."  She gently planted a kiss on her friend's two dimensional lips.  Abbey slowly pulled back as she saw Tasha's cheeks glow red.
    Damn, I never realized she was so smooth Tasha dreamily thought to herself, suddenly much more at ease with her current situation.  She laid motionless on the table, the girl who was supposed to be one of the toughest on campus now completely helpless, both physically and mentally.  Tasha took a moment to think about how she felt.  The sensation of her crotch being crushed basically drowned out all other senses, and she merely felt a pleasant tingle throughout the rest of her body.
    "Sorry about this, I'll get you new clothes," came Abbey's voice.  Tasha realized she had lost track of where Abbey was.
    Oh shit she has a sharp object! Tasha momentarily panicked as she saw her friend with scissors.
    Abbey swiftly cut the edges of Tasha's clothing that were sticking out, deftly removing Tasha's clothes.  Tasha's face grew even redder as she was stripped completely naked by the object of her desire.
    "Don't worry, the real scissoring comes later," Abbey said with a wink.  She then peeled Tasha's body off the table.  Holding her helpless, naked friend by the top of her head, she smiled and said, "Now for the interesting part."
    Abbey gave Tasha one more quick peck on the lips before shoving Tasha's face into her bare crotch.  Instantly tasting herself and feeling her tongue on her womanhood, Tasha wanted to cry out in delight.  Not wasting any time, Abbey continued folding her friend this way and that, until finally all that was left on top of the pile of folded up rebellious girl was what Abbey had been wanting the whole time.
    Abbey stared happily at the top of Tasha's thigh, adorned with the tattoo that she so desperately wanted.  Widening her already huge grin, she greedily grabbed the rolling pin again.  Abbey smashed her instrument down onto Tasha's folded up body, flattening her even more.  Tasha felt her face mush up against her sex as her arousal multiplied.  Abbey only needed to roll a few times until she had the desired result.
    To anyone who didn't witness what had just transpired, it would look like Abbey had simply printed out the tattoo pattern onto an oddly colored piece of paper.  Abbey simply continued to smile as she once again stroked Tasha's thigh.  Besides the mess of flesh that was on the other side of the Tasha paper, the top of Tasha's thigh was the only part of her that was visible.  
    "Hmm, I think you might just be even cuter like this," teased Abbey as she saw goosebumps all over the surface of Tasha's new form.  "After I'm done with you I might just keep this design in a frame or something.  I know I promised you sex, but the way I see it you have no control over what happens to you now." Abbey taunted, only half-joking.  She had to admit that having control over the squishy girl with the tough exterior was turning her on.
    Tasha also found herself turned on by Abbey's teasing, along with being turned on by her whole body getting compressed into a little sheet and her mouth being pressed into her sex.
    "Time for the last step, baby," Abbey said as she brought out a can of glue.  After smearing the glue onto the back side of the sheet of Tasha, Abbey slapped her friend onto her own thigh.  Applying some pressure to make sure Tasha stuck, Abbey walked over to her mirror.
    Abbey was happy to see that her plan had worked flawlessly.  Tasha's tattoo, and her entire body, now belonged to Abbey, right in the same place on her body that Tasha's tattoo had been.  
    "Good thing we're pretty much the same skin tone, huh?" Abbey said as she got out some foundation and began to apply it to her leg.  Soon, the outline that separated Tasha from Abbey was invisible.  Abbey gave Tasha a playful slap, which caused her own thigh to jiggle in response.  The jiggling sent Tasha into a tizzy as she felt every ripple.
    "Thanks for helping me out, sweetheart," Abbey playfully said to her thigh, knowing that Tasha hated being called sweetheart.  "This is actually working even better than I thought it would.  You may not be a temporary tattoo after all..." she purred deviously.
    Feeling Tasha pathetically writhe to the best of her ability got Abbey hotter than anything else that had occurred so far.  She once again brushed her fingers across Tasha as she grabbed her keys to leave the house.  Abbey had decided to let her get Tasha back to normal in four days, but she didn't have to tell her that.  In fact, Tasha, being nothing but a tattoo now, didn't really have to be told anything.  Abbey would have to devise new ways to tease her new girlfriend as she walked around campus to show off her first tattoo.