Tails

by Lhynn Cooper
Chapter 21

.......... Tails - chapter 21

.......... The warm water and soap felt great on my soft skin and I kept lathering and washing myself long after I was clean, just enjoying the feelings. Rubbing my soapy hands over my breasts kept my nipples aroused and produced sensations between my legs that almost made me want to get out of the shower, find Samantha, and try and convince her to help me take care of those feelings. I slipped into an almost dream-like state, unintentionally continuing to massage my groin area with one hand and to caress a breast and nipple with the other. I imagined Samantha here with me in the shower, with me doing to her what I was then doing to myself, and then, perhaps, her returning the loving, sexy massage.

.......... Gradually, as I became more and more aroused, I found myself mentally comparing the sensations of sexual excitement in this body, compared to those of my old male form. The sensitive and tingling nipples had been completely unknown to me in a masculine body, and I was wondering, when I regained my old form, how much I would miss them. There seemed to be so much more of a woman's body involved in the arousal process, that, having experienced both sides, would I, or, could I, ever be satisfied when I returned to my original body.

.......... The sensations in the female genitals were at once similar and yet totally different to those I remembered from before the spell had given me a vagina. I could still feel a hint of the tumescence that used to mean an erection, but, instead of feeling the weight of a penis bobbing around and exposed to the air, my clitoris was safely enclosed in the vaginal lips. As I gently touched it with a finger tip, and rubbed it lightly, it did, indeed, feel almost like I was touching the head of my old organ. And, the feel of rubbing my outer vaginal lips, did feel a little like rubbing the underside of the scrotum. Coupled with these slightly familiar sensations, however, was the totally new feeling of wetness and how it felt to walk with the lubricated walls of this area rubbing against each other. As the state of arousal increased, there was the unaccustomed feeling of muscular contractions inside my vagina, almost as if the interior walls were grasping for something, trying to pull something inside and hold it until the moment of release came.

.......... The build up of sexual tension in the female body was much slower than in the male, and, as I had noted before, while making love with both Linda and Sam, while I was in my mermaid form, the arousal process was just as enjoyable as the eventual release that orgasm brought. The urgency and need for immediate relief of male arousal now seemed to be a fading memory. Why had I always rushed through it before, why hurry to end something that felt this good? I remembered promising myself, that when the spell was removed, and I was male again, and making love to Sam, that I would take a lot more time.

.......... I concentrated on the image of Sam and myself making love, of the old male me, with Sam, holding her, kissing her neck and face, and then slowly moving those kisses down to her breasts, gently nibbling and sucking on the nipples, while I softly caressed her vulva with my fingertips.

.......... All the while I was having these thoughts of caressing Sam, I had been doing the same to myself. The warm soapy water and rising steam enveloped me, and now, instead of Samantha being touched and caressed, it was me who was being held and ministered to. Arms were around me, crushing my breasts against another chest, and it felt good to be held like this, protected, needed. I found myself pushing my vulva against my own hand, imagining that hand to be someone else's. I imagined hands stroking the delicate skin on my back, and those hands slowly moving down and gently cupping the cheeks of my bottom and pulling me against another warm body. And then, I suddenly realized, the mental illusion of Samantha's soft and curvy body had slipped away and had been replaced. I was now the one being held and caressed, but the arms holding me were those of the guy in the magazine ad I had seen earlier today, the guy with the sculpted back and arm muscles and taut little buns encased in skin-tight denim.

.......... Feeling sudden shock and disgust at my thoughts, I immediately stopped the animated washing and stroking that was feeding that fantasy, and quickly adjusted the water temperature to almost pure cold water. The sudden shock of the temperature change brought an abrupt halt to my aroused state. I could only stand it for a few moments, but the cold water had done it's work. I adjusted the temperature back to a more comfortable setting, remembering with some amazement that, in my mermaid body, water that cold had felt quite comfortable.

.......... Just as I got the water temperature back up, I heard the bathroom door open and Samantha asked, "Hey, did you drown in there? Save some hot water for me, will you?"

.......... "Be done in a minute." I quickly replied, hoping that my voice didn't betray the stimulation I had just experienced. "I'll be done as soon as I wash my hair."

.......... "Here, use this." Sam said. "It's pretty good stuff." Her arm appeared around the edge of the shower curtain, handing me a plastic bottle of some kind of shampoo.

.......... "Thanks." I took the bottle and opened it. The shampoo had kind of a floral scent to it that was really pleasant. I had never used special shampoos before, I had always just washed my hair with whatever bar of soap I used on the rest of me. "What the hell." I muttered and poured some out in my hand and proceeded to lather my head. The nice fragrance and abundant lather of the shampoo made me realize that perhaps I had been missing something, why use just plain soap when this stuff smelled so nice.

.......... The shorter hair of this body made washing it a snap compared to the long hair of my mermaid form, but, surprisingly, I found that I kind of missed the long hair. I usually liked long hair on women and it sure had looked good on my mermaid body when Linda had curled and styled it, and, after I had gotten a little used to it, long hair wasn't as much of a bother as it had been at first. In this duplicate of Sam's body, I found that I missed the sensuous feeling of it touching my back as I moved my head. I remembered thinking, "I could always let it grow out."

.......... As soon as I had that thought, I was again, shocked at my self. What was the matter with me, why was I thinking of things like that? I seemed to be enjoying some of this far too much. I didn't really want long, blond hair, I wanted my old body back, with hair on my chest and arms, and my full complement of male equipment.........., or did I? What had that spell modification done to me? I had Sam's body, did I also have some of her desires, did Samantha ever do those things to herself that I had just done in the shower, and did she ever have thoughts like those? If she did, I hoped they were about me, the male me. Sam and I would have to talk about this, and maybe I would have to talk to Kathy, too.

.......... I rinsed off and turned off the water, pulled back the shower curtain and grabbed a towel. As I finished drying, Sam came in wearing a bathrobe told me she had put the wheel chair in bedroom for me. I went back out and sat in it, then changed my mind and moved over and sat on the bed. I concentrated on having scales and a tail fin, and instantly, they returned, the long hair down my back feeling comfortably familiar. As quickly as it surfaced, I managed to push back the thought that my fish tail almost felt better than having legs.

.......... I felt a little dizzy, all these changes were starting to get to me. First I find myself getting turned on looking at some male model, and now I'm starting to like these female bodies more and more. For some reason that I couldn't control, I just began to cry softly. Sam must have heard me and came into the room. She saw what I was doing and came over, put her hand on my shoulder and asked what was wrong.

.......... For a few moments I couldn't say anything, all I could do was cry. Then, I managed to get some control, and sniffling and wiping my nose, said, "I don't know. I just feel all confused and afraid all of a sudden."

.......... Sam sat down next to me and put her arm around me. "Come on." She said quietly. "We'll work it all out." I put my arms around her neck and leaned my head on her shoulder.

.......... "I think I'm going insane." I said, feeling like crying again. "We need to talk. That is, if your willing to listen to some crazy thoughts."

.......... "Let me get my shower in and then we'll sit in bed and talk." She replied, somewhat hesitantly putting her hand on my tail, on what would have been my thigh.

.......... Sam got up, went to the bathroom and returned with some tissues, the hair dryer and a comb. I realized that my, now much longer hair, while not completely wet, was still damp. When I changed forms, the water that was still on my short, golden-blond 'Samantha' hair must have remained and spread itself out over my longer, silvery-blond 'mermaid Barbie' hair. "Thanks" I told her, while drying my eyes.

.......... Sam plugged in the hair dryer for me and I sat on the edge of the bed, drying my hair while she showered and got ready for bed. When my hair was done, I pulled myself back into the wheel chair and rolled over to the dresser. I rummaged through the drawers, looking for something to wear to bed. I was looking for an old sweatshirt or T-shirt of mine, that I could wear as a nightshirt. I thought that, perhaps, wearing some of my old clothes might make me feel better. While I was looking, Sam came out of the bathroom, with one towel wrapped around her, and drying her hair with another. She needed the hair dryer.

.......... I told her what I was looking for and she went into the closet and brought back one of my old T-shirts. "I put all of your old stuff away, Terri. I didn't think you'd need it anymore." She could see that as she made that remark, I almost started crying again, so she quickly added, "I meant at least until we get that spell removed." After getting me the shirt, Samantha got herself a nightgown from one of the drawers and went back into the bathroom.

.......... I pulled on the T-shirt as Sam finished up in the bathroom. While I was waiting for her, I rolled the wheel chair over to the bed, pulled the covers down and climbed onto the mattress. I propped a pillow up on the headboard and sat, leaning back against it, with my tail stretched out over the roll of covers, unconsciously tapping my tail fin up and down on the bed. The T-shirt covered me only down to my hips, leaving most of my tail in view. As I watched my silvery blue-green fin moving, the light from the bedroom lamp reflected off my shiny scales. I curled my tail around and ran my hand down the smooth, warm scales, to where my lower half narrowed to no more than the thickness of one of my human ankles, feeling where the scale covered surface then flattened and widened out into my tail fin. Touching the flexible and almost translucent tail brought back the total unreality of what had happened to me. I sat, thinking of what a mess my life had become in such a short time. I was cut off from almost everything that was familiar and well known to me, even my original gender. For at least the near future, I was going to have to spend half of each day as some mythological fantasy creature, and the other half as my wife's twin sister.

.......... Sam came out of the bathroom, wearing the stretchy, lacy nightgown that I had worn, briefly, on my first night at home as a mermaid. "I thought this might cheer you up." She said, walking slowly across the bedroom. I could see she wasn't wearing the panties that went with the gown.

.......... "You didn't have to wear that." I said, smiling at her.

.......... "Maybe not, but I wanted to." Sam replied.

.......... She came over and sat on the bed, next to my tail fin. She started to run her hand slowly up and down my tail. I could feel her light touch through the scales. "Your tail is so beautiful." She said quietly. "The colors, and the way it shines. Sometimes, I almost think I'd like to be able to experience what it feels like to have one, and see what it's like to breath underwater."

.......... "Sometimes, I wish you could, too." I answered, feeling her touch and rub my tail felt good. It made me feel a little better. "It's a little lonely being the only mermaid in the world."

.......... Sam continued to delicately touch and caress my tail and fin. She carefully felt the cartilage-like membrane of my fin between her fingers and cautiously flexed it slightly. "This doesn't hurt, does it?" She asked, looking as I shook my head to indicate that it didn't. "You've never really explained it all to me, does this still feel like it's your foot, or what does it feel like?"

.......... "It's hard to describe." I replied. "Most of the tail still feels similar to my old legs, and even through the scales it's almost as sensitive to the touch as my skin was, more sensitive than I would have thought. But, the fin really doesn't have much feeling at all. I don't think there's too many nerves in that part. If I just don't think about it, it's like my feet are still there, but if I try to move them, then I'm really aware of the difference."

.......... Sam continued to study and massage my tail for a while, then she softly said, "Take off your shirt, honey, and move over and stretch out on the bed, let me lay next to you."

.......... "You seem to be feeling pretty good." I said with a smile, following her directions at the same time. "Am I going to get lucky tonight?" I tried to give her one of my old lustful leers, but I could see in the mirror over the dresser, as I was laying down, that on the face of 'mermaid Barbie', the effect just wasn't the same.

.......... "Seems that way." Sam answered, her voice sounding like it used to when she had an appetite for sex. She climbed up on the mattress on her hands and knees, and gently lay one hand on my scale-covered pubic area, letting it just rest there, putting almost no pressure on it. She lowered her face down over my chest until I could feel her warm breath on my skin. Ever so softly, she touched one of my nipples with the tip of her tongue. Then she began to move her tongue around, stimulating it, as it quickly stiffened and stood up, away from the areola.

.......... "Oh, that feels good." I said, reaching over to put my hand on her rear end.

.......... While she kissed and massaged one breast with her mouth and tongue, she aroused the nipple on my other breast with her free hand. I moved my hand from her rear end to her bust and, through the lacy fabric of Sam's gown, felt her nipple come to life under my finger tips. I remembered thinking how lucky women were to have these body parts that responded to mere touching with such exquisite pleasure. I could feel the arousal spread to my vagina. The initial sensations of sexual excitement in that area were actually somewhat similar to what I remembered as a man, almost like the beginning of an erection. In this body, however, that feeling didn't mean a stiffening penis and the urgent need for orgasm. Instead, there was a warm tingling and then the slippery feeling of increasing wetness, coupled with internal contractions that had been completely unknown to me as a man.

.......... Also, as a man, by the time I was this aroused during our lovemaking, the compulsion to penetrate would be almost overpowering. I would have done almost anything to get Samantha to take my organ in her warm and wet vagina, or perhaps, as she would occasionally do, in her mouth, and bring me to that intense moment of pleasure and relief.

.......... Now, however, as a female, the desire for immediate orgasm was not so overpowering. The feelings were no less intense, possibly they were even stronger, but orgasm was something that would eventually come, there was no need to rush to it. The pathway getting there was just as enjoyable as the destination.

.......... This was, of course, well known to Samantha, and she knew just how to maximize my pleasure. For the next hour or so, first she did to me, and then I did to her, things that made us both lose track of time. My first orgasm was not as strong as others that I had experienced over the past few days, but the second made up for it. Always having been a quick learner, I used things that I had learned from both Sam and Linda, and made sure that Samantha enjoyed it as much as I had.

.......... When we were done, Sam lay on her back with her eyes closed, with me laying on my left side, right up against her, my tail running down alongside her leg, my tail fin curved over and covering her feet. After almost two weeks as a mermaid, I was quite good at manipulating the fin and I was lightly stroking the top of feet with one tip of my fin. My right hand gently caressed one of her breasts and my long hair was messed and lay across my shoulders and onto her chest.

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