.......... I then remember being placed on what felt like a bed. Someone was loosening my belt and removing my pants. I tried to lift my legs to help, but my coordination was all wrong and my legs moved more than I intended and I felt them hit something or someone. It was Bob, and he said, "Jeez, take it easy, I'm only trying to help. Keep that thing under control. Sam will you try and calm her down, I mean him down, or whatever."

.......... As I faded out, I felt Samantha touch my face and say, "Be still, Terry. I'm here, I'll help you, somehow."

.......... Then, I was asleep and dreaming. I knew I was. I kept hearing that little girl say, "I'll get you for this. I'll fix you." And then something happened in the van, and my legs wouldn't work right. Then, nothing.

.......... The next thing I remember was waking up. Light was coming through the bedroom window. I was laying on my back in a strange bed. I blinked my eyes and looked around, I was in bed in Bob and Linda's bedroom. I was under the covers and I turned my head and looked to my left. Samantha was curled up asleep next to me. She was laying on top of the covers and partially covered with a small blanket. She appeared to still be dressed. I looked to the right and saw the clock on the night-stand next to the bed. It was just before six o'clock. Morning, I guessed.

.......... I stared at the ceiling. What was I doing here? I felt completely rested and relaxed.

.......... Then I remembered the ball of light, the little girl, and weird things happening, and something being wrong with my legs, and I panicked. I threw the covers off of myself and tried to sit up see if my legs were all right.

.......... As I sat up and looked at myself, I got what has to be the biggest shock that anyone has ever received.

.......... As you have probably guessed, I was a mermaid!

.......... I would have yelled or screamed or something, if I hadn't been so shocked.

.......... As I looked down, long silvery-blond hair fell down from my head, over my shoulders and down onto my breasts. MY BREASTS!!?? Yes, there they were. Two large, firm and well formed breasts. Not a sag or stretch mark in sight. I moved my hands to touch them and was momentarily halted by the sight of my hands and arms. Slim, smooth, completely hairless arms, ending in slim, delicate hands with perfectly formed nails that were a light silver in color. I turned them over and studied them on both sides and then continued on with the examination of my chest.

.......... I cupped the breasts in my hands. They were somewhat firmer than I expected, and yet yielded to the pressure of my fingers. I lightly squeezed them and moved my fingers to the nipples. I first touched, and then gently squeezed them between my thumb and forefinger. I experienced sensations that I had never known before. My old nipples used to have no more feeling than any other part of my chest. I was always amazed when Samantha used to want me to carefully massage and suck on her nipples. I couldn't understand when she said how good they felt. Now I understood.

.......... The nipples became immediately erect. As I stroked and rolled them around they almost felt like two small, very sensitive, penises. This sensation brought other parts of this new and strange anatomy to life. I felt a pleasant tingling and then a feeling very similar to that of an impending male erection in my groin.

.......... The rather quick visual and tactile examination that I had given my newly reformed chest, I now turned towards an even more drastically changed part of my anatomy. I now had what could only be called a tail. With, seemingly, very little effort, I lifted the tail up, twisted sideways on the bed and moved what had been my legs over the edge of the bed. It felt like moving my legs, and, at the same time, it didn't. The changes in my lower extremities were amazing. I was aware that my hips were wider than before. I ran my hands down my sides and felt my torso thin dramatically at my waist and then flare out at the hip. Below the hip, my body tapered evenly down to where my ankles had been, to about the thickness of one of my previous ankles. At that point, it flared out into a broad, silvery fish-tail, at least 18 inches across, maybe more. I attempted to flex what should have been my feet, and the fish-tail wiggled back and forth.

.......... I moved my fingers down the underside of the breasts, and across my flat stomach. Not quite at, but just below the waist line, my skin changed from a smooth even surface and took on a very slight pebble-like texture. A couple of inches below the waist, the skin had changed completely to what I could only describe as scales. They were small and had a silvery color with hints of both green and blue in them. They were shiny and iridescent.

.......... The scales covered my entire lower half. The shape was that of the classical mermaid. The tail was somewhat longer than I would have expected my legs to be, but it seemed to be in proportion. I tried flexing the tail and found it felt like moving my legs except that they could not be moved separately. I tried to move my legs apart, and instead, the tail moved, from side to side. Whatever mental command I tried to give to one of my legs, they both obeyed together. Actually, the way I was now constructed, they had no choice. I still had a hand on one of my breasts and had continued to knead the nipple almost without giving it a thought. The sensation that that stimulation was bringing was quite pleasant, and the nipple seemed to have an almost direct connection to my groin.

.......... I stared at my lap, at the area where my legs used to join and where my penis and balls used to hang. There was now only a smooth, scale covered surface. Well, not perfectly smooth. There was a slight concavity between the muscles of what used to be my legs. Almost as if I were a woman sitting in a chair and wearing a tight dress or skirt. Except, this was no dress, this was my skin. Or, rather, my scales. And I was no woman. At least I didn't used to be and I wasn't sure now whether I was a woman or what, or if I was even human anymore.

.......... At just about the place where I would have expected to find my normal genitalia, there was an ever-so-slight bulge or mound in the slight concave surface of my groin. The tingling sensation started by rubbing my nipples was concentrated in this area. Maybe the change was getting to me, but, if I had not looked and just went by the feelings I had, I would have sworn that I had a raging, rock-hard erection. But, there was nothing protruding from my smooth, scale covered lap. I took my hand and touched and then began to probe this area. It felt as though I were rubbing the area around what used to be my penis. I examined closer and found the scales to conceal a slit running up and down the barely noticeable mound. Probing with my finger, I pushed into the slit. Inside was wet and slippery. "My God," I thought, "It feels just like Samantha's vagina."

.......... The feeling of my finger inside this amazing new body cavity was at the same time familiar and totally new. Stroking the walls of what I could only now describe as, "my vagina", felt similar to stimulating parts of my now vanished male equipment. Mixed with that sensation was a new tingling that seemed to radiate pleasurable sensations out to the rest of my body. Stimulating my nipples brought a tingling to the groin area and stimulating the groin area sent delicious sensations back to the breasts and nipples. The tail was beginning to quiver and move on it's own in response to the stroking. I even noticed some mild pleasant quivering sensations in my butt. These were the weirdest sensations I had ever felt. Pleasant and erotic, but weird.

.......... The sexual arousal that I was feeling was strange in that it was in response to stimulating my own body. And, yet, it wasn't exactly masturbation. My mind and feelings were completely male, and were responding to the sight of something that seemed to be the very essence of femininity, or femaleness. The curving shape, the breasts, the lack of male genitals was turning me on just as the sight of a beautiful woman always did. But there was a difference, the genitals that were being aroused, even though they now belonged to me, were female, or at least awfully close to it. There was almost a feedback effect, the more I looked and stroked and examined, the more aroused I got, and this caused me to want to look and stroke and examine even more of this new anatomy. At the same time there was almost a disconnect between mind and body. My body was sending female sensations to my male brain. My mind wanted to make love to this body, and yet I was stuck inside this body.

.......... Engrossed as I was in examining my new body, I didn't notice that my wife had awakened. She touched me on the shoulder and said, "Terry, is that you? Is that really you?"

.......... Feeling somewhat embarrassed, like a young boy caught masturbating by his mother, I stopped the self-stimulation, took a deep breath and, (feeling the sensation of movement of the breasts on my chest), said, "yeah, I guess it's me. It sure doesn't look like me though, or feel much like me either........" My voice trailed off. I was amazed at the softer, higher pitch of the words coming from my mouth. Even talking felt different in this form.

.......... "It must have been that little girl." said Samantha. "She's the one who did this to you. Oh God, I shouldn't have told her off like that."

.......... "It must have been." I said. "She said she was a witch, but this just can't be real. I mean, my God, look at me, I've got a TAIL, for Christ's sake." I gestured with my slim, graceful arm, indicating my lower half.

.......... I began to feel panic again and felt dizzy. I lay back down on the bed, my legs, or rather, my tail hanging over the edge of the bed. The fins on the end of the tail touching the floor. I could feel the floor with them, similar to, but not exactly the same as touching the floor with my now missing toes would have felt.

.......... "What's the matter, honey?" asked Samantha. "Does it hurt, are you sick?"

.......... "No, nothing hurts, it just feels so weird. This is going to take some getting used to." I said. "Just let me lay here for a minute and I'll be all right."

.......... Just then, there was a knock at the bedroom door. Linda, out in the hall, asked, "Are you awake in there, can I come in.?"

.......... "Come on in." said Samantha. "We're awake."

.......... Linda came in wearing a bathrobe. She closed the door behind her and started to say, "I need to get some underwear and stuff.........." Her voice trailed off as she saw me laying on the bed. She couldn't help herself, and just stared at me.

.......... "How is she, I mean he?" Linda asked.

.......... "I guess I'm okay." I said. "At least I'm alive." I sat back up and stared at my tail. I moved it back and forth, trying, unsuccessfully, to get used to the feeling of it.

.......... "So it really is you in there, isn't it." said Linda. "We were wondering about mental changes as well as physical ones."

.......... "I just woke up a couple of minutes ago, and he was already awake." Samantha broke in. "Last night, we couldn't wake you up, Terry. We didn't know if you were going to die or what, I was so scared. We finally just let you sleep. I wanted to stay in case you needed help."

.......... Samantha and Linda were both staring at me, mostly at my tail. I was staring at it too.

.......... "Bob went out to get something for breakfast." said Linda. "We don't usually eat much for breakfast and there isn't much in the 'fridge."

.......... "What happened last night?" I asked. "I don't remember much after the restaurant. Just that girl throwing something, and then I felt so strange, and then I woke up here. Did Bob put me here, I obviously couldn't have walked in?"

.......... "We put here because we didn't know what else to do." said Linda. "I don't see how a doctor or anything would have helped. Unless," she said with a chuckle, "it was a witch-doctor."

.......... "I don't see anything funny." Samantha said quickly. "What are we going to do?"

.......... Linda walked over to the dresser at the end of the bed. As she walked she said, "What we have to do is what we talked about last night. Find that little girl and her mother. If her mother is a witch too, then she can undo this."

.......... As she said that, I suddenly realized, "Hey, then this is only temporary, I can change back!" That thought brightened things up a little.

.......... "I sure hope so." said Samantha. "How can you stand it, Terry?"

.......... "It doesn't really feel too bad." I said, remembering the sensations I experienced during the quick examination I had given myself. As Linda moved away from in front of the dresser, I noticed the mirror on top of it. I saw my new self in the mirror for the first time. "Oh, my God!" was all I could say as I stared at my reflection.

.......... "Well," said Linda, as she and Samantha saw my reaction to the reflected image in the mirror, "That girl sure throws a mean spell. It's not exactly like the doll, but it's awfully close."

.......... My face was a close approximation of the doll's. Small upturned nose, large eyes with just a hint of an oriental slant to them, green in color. Smooth, creamy skin. Long straight silvery-blond hair that hung down to the middle of my back, and was already becoming a pain to keep out of my face. As I moved my eyes downward, I saw a slender neck that became graceful, feminine shoulders. My head was turned sideways, towards the mirror, and I saw my body in profile. The arms were slender and well shaped. My torso was slender with a flat stomach. The breasts were large, not overly so, but I was amazed at how firm they appeared for their size. The nipples were not too large and the skin around them was light colored. I touched the face and moved my small hands over it, feeling the flawless skin, my small nose, my hair, my ears. It was all so strange. I was not used to such smooth, soft skin.

.......... I couldn't help myself, I moved my hands down and cupped the breasts, again. Feeling the weight of them and the firm texture. Then I moved my hands down across my stomach, down to the lower half of my body. The texture of the scales on my tail was something I was not prepared for. While they were definitely fish-like scales, the surface was warm and smooth, not cold at all. I examined my tail, pushing in at various points, feeling the muscles and trying to understand the structure underneath the scales. Watching the slender fingers tipped with silvery nails moving under my control was disconcerting, to say the least.

.......... "You're about as similar to the doll as you could be and still obey the laws of physics and gravity." Said Linda.

.......... "Yeah!" I said. "But how about the laws of nature? How many living, breathing mermaids have you met lately?"

.......... Linda came over and stood next to me as I sat on the edge of the bed. Samantha crawled over to the edge of the mattress and sat down next to me.

.......... "Can I touch it, the tail I mean." Asked Linda.

.......... "Sure." I said. "I don't mind." First Linda and then Samantha began, tentatively at first, to touch and examine me. I put my hands on the bed behind me and leaned back and let them examine me. They touched and stroked my tail and fins. I found that not only did I not mind this, but that the stroking felt quite good.

.......... "Do you have sensation in the fins?" asked Linda.

.......... "Yeah, quite a bit. It's hard to describe, but when you touch the fin, it feels almost like somebody touching my feet." Linda began moving her hands up the tail and began to examine my reformed thighs. Samantha continued to feel the fin at the end of my tail. Linda began to examine my groin area and touched the almost unnoticeable mound that I had discovered earlier. My tail gave an involuntary shudder and my fins brushed against Samantha. "Sorry," I said. "It's pretty sensitive there."

.......... "Hmmmm....." said Linda. "You know, from watching you move that tail, I don't see any knee joints. The movement is continuous from your hip to the fins on the end."

.......... "What do you mean?" I said. "It's pretty obvious that I don't have knees anymore, but shouldn't the bones be under there somewhere?"

.......... Linda kneeled down on the floor, by my tail. Samantha was on the other side. both were looking at where my knees would have been, as the lower half of my tail hung over the side of the mattress.

.......... "You know," Linda said, "Being an art major in school, I spent a lot of time studying anatomy. In order to draw the human figure, you should be aware of what's under the skin that gives people their shape. Watching you move, I think your bone structure, at least in your bottom half, has changed a lot more than you think. The traditional mermaid costume you see in the movies is just fabric stretched tight over the legs. The same jointed leg bones are underneath. When they move their legs in those costumes, you can see that they bend at just the hip and knee, and the knee bend can only move backward. The way you're sitting now is just the way you would sit if you had normal leg bones under the skin. I think it's just habit that makes you sit that way. Stretch your tail out and hold it straight, then try to bend it somewhere else except at where the knee joint should be."

.......... I lifted the tail up, just as if I were straightening out my legs. I held it straight out, with very little effort. "These muscles must be stronger than I thought." I said. "It's takes no effort at all to hold it out like that."

.......... "Now bend." Said Linda. I first just wiggled the fins at the end of my tail.

.......... "That feels like moving my feet." I said. Then I thought about what I wanted to do, and my tail did it. I bent the tail downward at a point midway between where my knees and ankles should have been. Then, I began moving the tail up and down, flexing it at various points, where I had never had joints before. It was obvious that although there was some kind of bony structure under there, it was quite flexible. I could move the tail up, down and sideways, in ways that would have been impossible with my old leg bones. "Wow," I said, "this is really different. It takes some effort, though. I'm not used to using some of these muscles."