Tails

by Lhynn Cooper
Chapter 12

.......... My arms were not as strong as before, and the position I was in was awkward and my arm soon began to tire. I moved myself down so that my head was between her legs and began to orally stimulate her. Again, keeping my long hair out of the way wasn't easy, but it wasn't long before Sam climaxed. She moved her groin as I had, trying to push it upward. I responded with hand pressure and stroked her inner thighs with the other hand.

.......... Soon, we lay side by side again on the floor, our arms around each other, our breasts and pubic areas pressed together. After a while Sam said, "I've got to pee, and I'm thirsty. We should get up, I've got to do some things to get ready for tomorrow." She paused, then asked, "Had enough for now, lover?"

.......... "Okay. I could use a trip to the bathroom myself." I said, suddenly realizing that I also had to go.

.......... Samantha got up and rolled the wheel chair over so that I could get into it. She then gathered up her clothes and headed for the bathroom. I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and then went down the hall into the bedroom. The bathroom door was open and Samantha was on the toilet. When she had finished, I got down out of my wheel chair and made the slow journey over and up on to the toilet myself. When I had finished peeing, I said to Sam, who was washing up, "This wiping myself after I piss would be a whole lot easier if I had my legs back to stand on."

.......... "Well, my dear," She replied, "If you had you old legs back, you'd have back what used to hang down there and you wouldn't be sitting down to go and have to wipe yourself afterward."

.......... "I guess you're right about that." I responded. "Jeez, I think I'm beginning to forget what they felt like, my legs I mean."

.......... Samantha looked over at me sitting on the toilet, looked me up and down, from head to tail fin and said, "You look so feminine and delicate sitting there, it's so hard to believe it's still you inside." A thoughtful moment later, she continued, "I'm curious. Are you starting to feel any different, more, oh, feminine, or anything like that. The way you sit and move and your voice, it's all so, I don't know, so different from the old you. You sit so woman-like, your movements are so graceful."

.......... "I can't sit any different." I complained. "With this tail, it's hard to sit any way other than ladylike. I can't sit sprawled on the couch anymore, with my legs wide apart and my hand down my pants, scratching. Women always, or usually anyway, sit with their legs together. I can't do anything else now." I paused, then said, "I don't know if I move differently, I just move and the body does what it wants. I'm not thinking about how to do it."

.......... "I'm just curious, I'm not trying to make fun of you or anything." She said. "Tell me something else, though. Now that you've experienced both sides, what you felt out there on the couch, is it better or worse than before, when you were male?"

.......... I had been trying to solve that one for myself and still hadn't. "I'm not really sure." I said. "It felt great, it really did. But, is it better? I'm not really sure if one is better than the other. In some ways, it feels quite similar, but in others it's so different, I'm not sure I could put the difference into words. The best thing I could say is you just have to experience it to understand."

.......... We talked more, with Sam doing some chores around the house and me trying to help. She was full of questions about the difference between being male and female. Most of which I really couldn't answer. I may have looked female, but, since I didn't know what a being female was supposed to feel like, I didn't know how to answer.

.......... When we finally went to bed we lay in each others' arms. Not talking, just holding each other. At first we laid together naked, but, as Sam became sleepier, she wanted to put on a nightgown. She said that if she didn't wear something, she got cold at night and couldn't sleep well. I really didn't feel cool in this body, but Sam brought two nightgowns from the closet, asking if I wouldn't feel more comfortable wearing something. I was beginning to feel sleepy, and rather than argue, I just pulled the thing on over my head. It was just a simple cotton nightgown, pale pink, with no lace or anything, and the soft fabric didn't feel bad. It was sleeveless and came down to just about where my knees used to be. I still wasn't used to wearing anything when I slept, and had I still had legs I probably would have felt confined and trapped with something around them. But, since I had a tail now, and couldn't spread anything apart anymore, it didn't seem like it would be a problem. I could live with it if it made Sam feel any better.

.......... The next morning, our routine began to settle in. I helped Samantha as much as I could to get ready for work by making breakfast and straightening up the house. Sam showered, dressed and we ate together before she left.

.......... I had expected to have another boring morning before Linda came over, but was surprised to hear the doorbell not long after Samantha had gone. I had just finished washing my face in the bathroom, and gotten back into my chair. I was still wearing just the nightgown. I rolled my wheelchair over to the front window and peeked around the drapes to see who was at the front door, it was Linda.

.......... I unlocked the front door and let her in. "You're here early." I said. I was a little afraid that she had come over this early thinking of sex, and I didn't want to screw up the new-found intimacy Sam and I had established.

.......... Linda looked at the nightgown, she said, "You seem to be adjusting all right. Is Sam taking things any better?"

.......... I started to tell her that things were okay, and intended to stop at that, but, before I knew it, I was telling her almost all about what Sam and I had done last night.

.......... Linda smiled and said, "Well, I'm glad. I was really hoping you two could work things out while you're stuck like this." She tilted her head a little to one side, looked at me and asked, "What did you think, that I came over early looking for a little fun with you today?" She laughed. She was quite perceptive and had picked up on my concern over her early appearance.

.......... "Yeah, I was a little afraid of that." I said. "If Samantha can put up with this and do the things she did for me last night, well, that's someone I can't afford to lose."

.......... "Don't worry." Linda replied. "I had my little fantasy the other day. Not that I wouldn't mind it again sometime, but, you and Sam have been our friends for so long, and well, I really don't want to come between you two in any way. Besides, I really do love Bob, and I don't want to lose him either. If I ever do feel the urge for a mermaid, I've still got the pictures of you. The pictures and a little while alone would probably take care of that urge." She laughed again.

.......... "Do married women really masturbate." I asked, I had just never thought about it. I wondered if Samantha had ever done anything like that while we were married. "I just always assumed that men were the only ones who did that kind of thing."

.......... "Do you do it now and then?" Linda asked.

.......... "Yeah, I have." I said, feeling myself get a little red with embarrassment. "You just don't think of women doing it though."

.......... "Don't be silly, I think most women do it." She said. "You've proved to yourself that women enjoy sex at least as much as men. I can't speak for all women, but, sometimes, I just have to, just to release the tension, if you know what I mean."

.......... In the years I had known Linda, she had never been so open with me. Of course, up until a couple of days ago, we had never both been nude, in the same room together, with her taking pictures of me after setting my hair and putting makeup on me. And we had never been lovers before. Lesbian lovers at that. Come to think of it, was I now a lesbian? Even though I wasn't entirely human anymore, my body was certainly female, and we had made love, or rather, we had had sex. I didn't love Linda, but we had shared sex. I wanted to get off the subject. "What brings you here so early?"

.......... "You fulfilled my fantasy the other day, now I'm going to do something for you." She said, smiling.

.......... I had no idea what she was talking about. She said she wasn't here for sex, so what did she have in mind?

.......... "I want you to take a ride with me." She said. "I have something to show you. I told you I had a surprise for you today, well, get some clothes on so I can show you what it is."

.......... She wouldn't tell me anymore. She just pushed the wheel chair into the bedroom and told me to get some clothes on. "What do you want to wear?" She asked.

.......... "What I want to wear is my old jockey shorts, jeans and a T-shirt." I replied. "But now, hell, I don't know what to wear."

.......... "That nightgown looks cute on you." She said. "Did Sam talk you into wearing it, or are you beginning to adjust to being female?"

.......... "I'll never get used to this." I said, looking down at myself. I could see my nipples through the thin fabric of the nightgown. "And yes, it was her idea to wear this thing." I had been female for almost three days now, but I still couldn't get used to thinking of myself as such. I felt uncomfortable wearing feminine things. "Why don't I wear what I had on the other day? It was easy to get into and I sure didn't get it dirty just sitting around in this wheel chair. I think they're probably all in the hamper in the laundry room."

.......... "Don't be silly." Linda said. "You don't have to wear dirty clothes. I'll find you something else of Sam's to wear."

.......... Linda went into the closet and came out with a long, denim skirt and a matching denim shirt. "This looks good." She said, and went to Sam's dresser and pulled out one of her bras. "This should fit." She said. "You wore one of hers before and it seemed to fit."

.......... "I don't know about this." I said. "Sam might not like me wearing all of her clothes, and somebody's going to have to do all this laundry."

.......... I knew arguing was going to get me nowhere, so, I wiggled around, pulled the nightgown up past my hips and then off over my herd. I started putting on the bra. It fit, but seemed a little snug. "Do these things have to be so tight?" I complained.

.......... "Well, if you and Sam didn't insist on being so well-endowed, you could get away without wearing one, like I do sometimes. See." She was wearing a dark colored, long T-shirt over black tights, and she pulled up the front of the shirt so that I could see her breasts. As I had noticed the other day, they were small and firm enough that they didn't bounce or move around when she walked.

.......... "Jeez, don't do that Linda." I said. "I'm a married man."

.......... She chuckled. "You may be married, but sitting there with your tits pushing out of that bra, you sure don't look like a man to me." She pulled her shirt back down. "Besides, you didn't seem to mind showing me yours' just now, I thought I was going to get lucky again." She smiled at me.

.......... "Jeez, I've spent so much time naked in front of everybody the last few days, I didn't even give a second thought to getting undressed in front of you." I replied. "Besides, you remember what I said about not messing things up with Samantha." I started thinking that maybe I had changed. Never before would I have stripped in front of a woman who wasn't my wife, or come to think of it, even in front of Samantha, without thinking about sex.

.......... Putting on the shirt and skirt wasn't the easiest thing to do in the wheelchair. The shirt was easy, but the skirt buttoned up the front and had elastic on the waist in the back to make it fit right, and getting it to lay smoothly around my tail and tuck in the shirt took some doing. The shirt had some ruffles around the collar and at the ends of the long sleeves and I wasn't too happy about that. I finally made it, though and then Linda helped me to comb out my hair. I hadn't done anything to it since I got up and it was kind of wild. She helped me to get it under control and pull it back into a ponytail hanging down my back. I expected her to try and talk me into some makeup or jewelry or something, but after helping with my hair, she went into the garage, opened it, pulled her car in, and then shut the door so I could have some privacy getting in.

.......... I saw she had the minivan today. The middle seat was out and there was a big pile of stuff covered with a blanket where the seat had been. "What's all that?" I asked, as I pulled myself in and struggled to arrange the long skirt around my tail.

.......... "Part of the surprise." She said. "Don't peek. I'll show you when we get there."

.......... She wouldn't tell me where we were going, she just started driving Northwest, out of town. I was curious, but, since I hadn't been outside much for a couple of days, and kind of had 'cabin fever', I was enjoying the ride and the scenery. Finally, Linda said, "Bob and I have some friends who have a 'getaway' place about an hour and a half from town. They're in Europe on vacation and gave us the keys, in case we wanted to use the place. We've gone up there with them quite a few times on weekends and I think you'll really like the place."

.......... "I don't know, Linda." I said, feeling a little nervous. "Should we go so far from home? What if we have car trouble or get into an accident? I don't want anyone to see me like this. And, shouldn't we go to that restaurant every day, to try and find the woman?"

.......... She told me not to worry and just enjoy the ride, which I was. The scenery was beautiful. The farther in from the coast we went, the more heavily wooded it was. Eventually, we were driving along roads completely lined with woods, with only and occasional clearing or house. Linda slowed and turned off onto a narrow dirt road, the entrance to which was marked only by a couple of fence posts on either side. After a short drive, the road ended at a house. Linda pulled up in front and stopped. She called it a cabin, but that seemed too modest a name for it. It was made of logs but was not one would expect from the name 'log cabin'. "Quite a place." I said.

.......... "You haven't seen my surprise yet, just wait." Linda replied.

.......... She pulled the car around the house. The road continued around back, more like a driveway than a road. "This drive is to put the boat in the water." She said.

.......... Around the back of the cabin, visible through the trees, was a large lake. She pulled the car down towards the lake and a small pier and boathouse that was on the shore. The lake was very large. The far side was barely visible and the lake stretched farther than I could see to both the left and right. It was still quite early in the day, and the air was calm. The surface of the water was like glass, almost without a ripple.

.......... "Like it?" Linda asked. "You said you wanted to try swimming, well here's a pool for you."

.......... I was almost speechless at the beauty of the setting. "I don't know what to say." I said, looking up and down the lake. "Are you sure it's okay to be here? I don't want to be seen."

.......... "You won't." She said.

.......... She explained that the boathouse enclosed a small pier that would allow me to get undressed and into the water without being seen. "You want to see the house first, or you want to dive right in?" She asked.

.......... I decided to try the water first. We just might find that woman soon and I would get changed back. This might be the only chance I would have to try out this body in it's intended element. Linda pulled the minivan up to the boathouse and got out and pulled my wheel chair from the back. She then pulled the cover off of what she had in the place of the seat. It was air tanks and scuba equipment. "Bob and I took this up a couple of years ago,

.......... when we met the people who owned this place. This lake is deep and the water is crystal clear. It's perfect for diving. There's no dangerous currents and surf to contend with and the there are very few people who live around the lake. The land is almost all private and there are usually only a few fisherman on the lake."

.......... She began to unload the stuff as I got out and into the wheelchair. "The reason you don't see many people on the lake, swimming or skiing, is that the water's kind of cold. This lake is fed mostly by a river bringing melted snow down from the mountains, at least that's what our friends tell us." She pulled a large nylon bag from the car. "I brought a wetsuit to wear, and I have an old one you can use, but we'll have to trim the bottom a little for your tail."

.......... "I don't know if I'll need it." I said, and told Linda about my experiment at home, with the cold water in the bathtub.

.......... "Well," She said, sounding skeptical. "That waters awful cold. Try without it first, but if you need it, it's always here." She replied.

.......... Linda unlocked the boathouse, and we went in. She turned on a light. It was like a large garage built out over the water with a small pier in the middle of it with room for a boat on either side. There was only one boat in there, not a real large one. "We usually use the boat to get out into the lake, but we can get down into the water from the pier and swim out under the doors." She said.

.......... I was excited and could hardly wait to get into the water. While I pulled off my clothes, Linda undressed and put on a one-piece bathing suit and then her wet suit over it. From the bag of clothes, she pulled a bright, fluorescent green two-piece suit. "Here." She said, handing me the top part. "I got you this, it should fit, although heaven knows why I brought both pieces." She shook her head while looking at my tail and put the bottom part back in the bag. I took off my bra and pulled the stretchy fabric on over my head. It was a tight fit to get it over my chest. It had a wide black zipper up the front, and pulling this up really squeezed my tits, but at least they weren't going to bounce around on me.

.......... It took a little while for Linda to get ready. She locked up the van, and locked the boathouse door from the inside. Then she hooked up one of her air-tanks and put it on, along with a wide belt holding various things. I saw a knife, and what looked like a miniature blackboard on a string attached to the belt. She also put what looked like a large watch on her wrist. She said it would measure time, depth, water temperature and several other things I don't remember. While she was doing this, I got down out of the wheel chair, pulled myself over to the end of the pier and sat, with my tail dangling in the water, which was only about a foot below. "Doesn't it feel cold?" Linda asked.

.......... "Nope, feels fine." I answered, swishing my tail back and forth in the lake water. She was right about the lake, it was so clear, I could easily see the bottom, about five feet below the surface.

.......... When I thought she was done, Linda opened another suitcase-like bag and took out a strange looking camera and attached some kind of light to it. "You never miss an opportunity to take pictures, do you?" I asked.

.......... "Not when I can get some shots of my favorite mermaid." She replied, with a big smile. "I've got both a still camera and a video camera. I'll start with the still one first."

.......... She came over and sat down next to me and put on her swim fins. "I'm so jealous of you, I could just about cry." Linda said. "If I had a tail like yours, I wouldn't need these rubber fins, and maybe we could have some real fun under the water, if you get my meaning."

.......... "Let's get into the water." I said, trying to change the subject.

.......... "Okay, okay. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do." She said, patting me on the tail. "You better take that band out of your hair, it'll be just about impossible to get out when it's wet." She helped me remove it and I shook out my long silvery-blond hair. "You sure you don't want to wear the wet-suit? I don't want you getting hypothermia. I don't know how I would explain you to the doctors." She added.