Tails

by Lhynn Cooper
Chapter 22

.......... Tails - chapter 22

"Sam, you were fantastic tonight," I said, lifting my face from the pillow and propping my head up with one arm. "I thought you really didn't like doing this?"

"What made you think I didn't enjoy it?" She asked in a low voice, reaching over to run her hand over my scale-covered hip.

"Not a thing, tonight." I said, feeling a little confused. "But you said before, that while you could get through doing this with me, well......., you made it pretty clear that you would have preferred the old me, that girls weren't really your thing."

She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Thinking of yourself as a girl now, are you?" She smiled.

"You know what I mean." I said. "You really put yourself into it tonight, not that I'm complaining. I really enjoyed it, but why the change."

"I don't think I've changed as much as you have." Sam replied. She rolled onto her side, too, so that we could lay facing each other and talk. "You just seemed to need something, or someone, so much tonight. I felt so bad over how depressed you were, and decided to do something about it. You know, doing this with another woman," Here she gave me a grin, "And as long as that woman is a certain mermaid, isn't exactly the unpleasant task I first thought it would be. In fact, the more we do it, the more I realize that it can be a lot of fun. It certainly seems to have made you feel better, hasn't it?" She reached over and pushed my hair away from my face, then ran a finger down my cheek and neck and eventually traced a circle around one of my nipples. In spite of my recent sexual fulfillment, I felt it stiffen again.

Sam noticed the response and smiled a little, then she continued talking, "But, you talk about me changing, look at yourself, and I don't mean just the physical changes, first the mermaid body and now the change today. You know, not only have I noticed it, but so has Linda, over the past few days, you've started to act differently, more, uh...., well, not exactly feminine, but certainly less masculine, and you're a lot less assertive than you used to be, you're more passive." She paused for just a moment then continued, "The first time we did this I know you enjoyed it, and I guess anybody would enjoy absolutely new physical sensations, at least pleasant ones, but now, well, you seem to be really taking to this kind of sex, and you seem to be experiencing some pretty big mood swings, like your crying tonight."

I felt ashamed at the way she was describing me, and I started to say something, but Sam started in again before I could say anything. "The reason I'm feeling so good, is because even though Kathy couldn't reverse the spell right away, at least I know it's going to happen sometime, and maybe I'm just an optimist, but I think it's going to be sooner rather than later that her daughter's going to be able to do it. But, you tonight, first you're crying like you lost your best friend, and then, you seem to be feeling so good that I didn't think I'd be able to keep up with you a little while ago."

"Yeah, it did feel pretty good." I said. "That's part of the problem, maybe it's starting to feel too good."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Well....., what if I start liking this too much?" I said, unable to look her in the eye. "What if, even if I do get changed back to the old me soon...........," I paused, almost afraid to say it. "What if I get changed back, and then find out that I like this better?"

"Being mermaid Barbie?" Sam asked, giving me a quizzical look. "You think you might want to stay like that?"

"I meant being female." I said. "Something happened today that, well....., it scared me."

I told her of the thoughts and feelings I'd had. Not only this about this body, but the duplicate of hers that Kathy's spell modification had given me, about how good they both felt. Sam didn't say anything, but just looked thoughtfully at me. I was embarrassed about it, but I told her about the magazine ad and my reaction to it. I told her that I was afraid I was turning gay or something and how it was bothering me. Before I knew it, I had told her about my shower earlier, and how a fantasy about the two of us had turned into one about me and some male model.

When I was done, Sam frowned for a moment and then, shaking her head, said, "I don't know Terri, I think it may be just the different hormones that are affecting you. Maybe it's just that your mind isn't used to the kind of emotions that that those female hormones can cause?" She pulled herself upright, crossed her legs, and sat on the bed facing me. "I think when you get changed back, you'll feel different. Your old body and it's male hormones will take care of everything."

"I hope so." I said. "It's just that these emotions or whatever, are so strong. Do you ever get feelings like that when you look at a guy? Did you ever feel that way when you used to look at me, when I was a man."

"Well...., yeah, sometimes, I've told you that before." She said. "I don't think women are that much different than men. Sometimes you just see something that turns you on, you can't help it." A little grin appeared on her face and she said, "I'd like to see that ad sometime."

I tried to describe it to her, and suddenly she said, "You know, maybe I have seen that one. Wait here a minute, will you?"

"Oh, yeah." I said to her back as she disappeared into the living room. "Like I'm really going anywhere like this."

She returned in a moment, leafing through a magazine that she had bought a couple of days earlier. "Here, is this the one?" She asked, holding the open magazine in front of me. "It's been in a lot of magazines, lately, women's magazines, anyway."

"That's it!" I nodded my head as I answered.

Sam looked at the ad for a while, then tilted her head to one side, kind of pursed her lips up and said, "You're right, that's one cute set of buns there. And look at those thigh muscles, they sure aren't bad either. I wonder how he ever got those pants on, they look like spray paint?"

"Looking at that picture turns you on?" I asked. "When you look at that guy, do you...., uh...., well, do you get wet down there too?"

Sam looked at me with a little grin on her face. "You started to get wet? My, my......, you're a horny little broad, aren't you?"

I started to turn red with embarrassment. "I couldn't help it," I said quickly. "I don't know what's happening to me, I'm supposed to be a man, looking at other men shouldn't affect me like that."

Sam kept smiling, put the magazine down, and sat on the bed next to me. She patted my tail and said, "Calm down, Terri. I'm not making fun of you, and remember, your not a man anymore." She put her hand on my shoulder. "You have a woman's body now, and that ad was designed to appeal to women, so they picked some hot looking guy, with a dynamite tush, and put him in there. If I had been in the right mood, I might have reacted to it the same way."

Sam took hold of both my hands and said. "Let's get serious here for a minute. For the time being, whether you like it or not, you're female and you're just going to have to get used to it. Don't worry about what you're supposed to be feeling, whether you're a mermaid or my twin sister for a while, just relax and go with the flow. I'm sure that when you get changed back, you'll feel like just like you used to, and then we'll both laugh about this." She gave me a sly little smile. "You'll know something that no other man has ever known, exactly what a woman feels and how to please her." She paused for just a moment. "And, I'm kind of looking forward to that. As much fun as we had tonight, it was also pretty darn good when you were your old self, there's a certain part of you that I still miss."

She was right, there wasn't much I could do about having to be female for the near future. Maybe things would go a lot easier if I tried to make the best of it, after all, to use Sam's terminology, this wasn't exactly torture, especially what Samantha and I had just done. I was beginning to cheer myself up, the sex was great, I was young and healthy, and even though I would be wearing bras, (and panties about half of the time), for the near future, Kathy had promised that there would be an end to it. Okay, I decided, I would make the best of it.

I convinced Samantha that I would be able to do it. She hugged and kissed me, and feeling her bare breasts rubbing against mine, almost had me trying to get her to repeat the activities we had so recently been engaged in, but Sam said she was tired and wanted to get to bed. She went into the bathroom to wash her face and put on a different nightgown.

I felt the need to pee. The wheel chair was not close enough to the bed for me to reach it, and so I was just about to get down on the floor and make the trip to the bathroom, dragging my tail along the floor, when I remembered that I all I had to do was change back to my 'Samantha body' and I could walk there. I moved my tail over the edge of the bed and sat there, concentrating on changing back to human form. Nothing happened at first and I almost started to panic, when, after much more effort than earlier in the afternoon, I felt the tingling in my tail and my legs returned.

Kathy had been right about her spell, after spending several hours in human form and then going back to my mermaid body, it took a lot more effort to reacquire my legs.

Again, I was a little unsteady on the unfamiliar legs as I walked to the bathroom where Sam had just finished washing up and was using the toilet herself.

""Oh, sorry." I said to her. "I've gotta' go too."

"Much easier, being able to walk in here, isn't it?" She asked, looking at my legs while she was getting up and wiping herself.

"You can say that again." I replied.

While I was sitting there, I told Sam about the increased difficulty of reacquiring my legs. We both agreed that keeping track of the time spent in each form was going to be a real hassle until we got used to it.

A little while later, we were both back in bed, laying side by side, under a light cover, with the lights off. I was 'mermaid Barbie' again, wearing my T- shirt, and Sam was wearing one of her regular nightgowns. Samantha asked me why I wanted the car the next day. And I told her that Bob wanted to have lunch with me, that there was something he wanted to ask me about.

"Any idea what he wants?" Sam asked, and she was quiet for a moment, then with a little giggle, she said, "I'll bet he just wants to ask you about what it feels like to be a woman." There was a pause and then she said, "And I'll bet he wants to know what you and I do together now." I heard her giggle again. "I know I'd be dying to ask Linda about it if Kathy's daughter had changed her into a 'Ken doll'."

"I think that's part of it." I replied, chuckling a little myself, but in this body it came out sounding more like Sam's feminine giggling. "In fact, he did kind of mention that."

"What are you going to tell him?" Sam asked. She turned on her side towards me and put her hand on my tummy, idly running her fingers over the place, just below my waist, where my human skin changed to mermaid scales.

"I don't know." I said. "I'm not sure what to say."

"You aren't going to tell him everything, are you?" Sam asked. "I'd be really embarrassed to see him again if he knows what we've been doing together lately."

"Are you ashamed of me?" I said, trying to sound hurt. "Do I embarrass you that much?"

"Oh, stop it." Sam said, with a smile. "Well....., I suppose you could tell him everything if you want, just don't be too graphic about it. He is your best buddy, and you guys do talk." She paused for a second then continued. "Besides......, uh, well, Linda's probably told him everything I told her anyway. I did kind of mention to her that we had done some stuff together."

"You did?" I said, very surprised. "A minute ago, you didn't want me and Bob to talk about us, but it's all right for you and Linda? And, after what you told me about her liking girls as well as guys, aren't you afraid she'll come on to you or something?"

Sam shook her head while smiling. "Oh, don't worry, Linda's not going to do anything like that. She and I have been friends as long as you and Bob, and I guess it was kind of hypocritical of us to talk about things like that, and then expect you and Bob not to do it."

"The poor guy is kind of feeling left out." I said. "I can tell when I talk to him that he's just not as comfortable around me as he used to be, it's almost like it's three against one now. Maybe if we get a chance to talk, alone, he'll relax and it'll be a little more like it used to be. Besides, he probably is curious as hell, about me. If I were in his position, I sure would be. I'll just try to be honest with him."

"Well.....," She said. "You're really the only true expert on the subject of what sex feels like to both men and women. I mean, I know people have had surgery to change their sex, but that only makes them look like the other sex, the change isn't really complete, down to all the internal parts."

"Yeah, I guess maybe I am." I said to Sam, while mentally saying to myself, "Unless that Kathy or one of her relatives has done this before."

I thought for a minute, trying to think of what I would say to Bob. "You know what, Sam, I really don't know how to tell him, or anyone else for that matter, how different it feels. Sure, I could tell you how sex feels to a woman, but you know that already, you know what all those parts feel like because you have them. If I say the same things to Bob, he really wouldn't have any idea what I was talking about. I could try and tell him that touching my clitoris sometimes feel similar to touching the tip of my old penis, but that's the problem, it feels similar, not the same. And how could I explain to Bob how good it feels to have somebody kiss and fondle my nipples? Men just don't feel that at all, he would have no frame of reference. Sure, he might know, because women have told him so, that it feels good to a woman, but he can never know what it feels like."

I paused for a moment, Sam had moved her hand down to my pubic mound and was resting it there. I placed my hand on top of hers, to slightly increase the pressure, it felt so good to be touched there. I continued on, "I could try and tell you what it feels like for a man, when a woman gives him a blow-job, and then you'd have the information, that it feels good to the guy, because I would have told you so, but, you could never know for sure, exactly what he's feeling, what the sensations are."

"Please...," Sam asked softly. "Try and tell me how good it feels."

"Well......, it feels good, real good, kind of like when.....," I paused, groping for the words, "Imagine me going down on you, using my tongue on your clitoris. And then, putting my mouth on it and gently sucking on it." I paused again, trying to get it right, and then realized I never could. "That's the problem, that part of you, or me now, just doesn't respond the same way. And, even though it does still feel a little bit like the beginning of an erection, when I start to get turned on, it just doesn't get hard and stick out like a real penis, and that means you're never going to feel the sensations of it sliding in and out of somebody's mouth or vagina. I can tell you about it, and you can try and imagine it, but you will never, ever know what it feels like."

"I see what you mean." Sam kind of sighed. "I guess it's the same thing with your mermaid body, you can tell me what it feels like to have that tail with those beautiful colored scales, what it feels like to have fins instead of feet, and what it's like to be able to breathe underwater, but I'll never be able to really understand and experience it. Seems kind of sad, when you stop and think about it."

We lay together, quietly, for some time. Then just as I thought Sam was falling asleep, she quietly murmured, "At least you and I, love, know more about how the other feels than anybody else ever could." She paused for a moment, then went on. "Other couples may share their thoughts," And with a little giggle she said, "And maybe some might even share the same clothes and things like that, but only you and I, literally have the same body, at least for half of each day."

Falling into the same mood as Samantha, I added, "Yeah, I've known couples where the wife wears her husbands shirts and stuff like that, but think about us now, how many husbands and wives wear the same size brassiere." We both giggled at that thought.

I turned on my side towards her and we put our arms around each other, feeling our bodies pressing together. We lay hugging each other until I was just about asleep, then Sam said, "Terri, honey, as much as I like to hold you, my one arms falling asleep, and I've got to get up for work in the morning."

I had to move too, the blanket covering us on the bed was bothering my tail fin. I didn't really need it, this body never felt cold, but Sam needed to be covered to be comfortable, so I put up with it. Since I had become a mermaid, laying on my side in bed meant that I had to twist my tail a little one way or the other to keep my fin flat on the mattress and I usually wound up sleeping on my back. More than once I had been awakened by the weight of Sam's foot resting on my fin, it was fairly wide and covered a good part of my side of the bed. Another sensation that neither Samantha nor anyone else, I hoped, would ever experience

She gave me a kiss and we both turned over, laying on our sides, facing away from each other. Within moments I could hear her breathing become slower and deeper as she went to sleep. I gently moved closer to her until I could feel her soft, warm bottom against my smooth, scale covered one, then almost immediately, I also dropped off to sleep.

When the alarm went off in the morning, Sam got up to get ready for work. I lay in bed, still in mermaid form, trying to spend as many hours that way as I could so that I would be able to keep my legs for as much of the evening as possible. I lay there listening to Samantha in the bathroom, first I could hear her on the toilet and then washing up in the sink. The various sounds of running water had the expected effect on me, and I really had to pee, but I managed to hold it until I figured I had just enough time to get up and get some clothes on and drive Sam to work.

She came out of the bathroom wearing her robe, heading for the closet. "C'mon sleeping beauty." She said to me. "Time to rise and shine." I sat up, moved my tail over the edge of the bed, concentrated, and in only a moment, I was human again.

As I got up to go to the bathroom, I stumbled and almost fell, having human legs again was still odd and a little unnatural to me. I put a hand on the dresser to steady myself and stood there for a moment until I was sure of my footing. As I stood there, I could see myself in the mirror over the dresser, and even though it wasn't a shock this time, Samantha's reflection looking back at me was an eerie sensation.

As I sat on the toilet, I pulled my T-shirt off and scratched an itch under my breasts, then I kept running my hands up and down my thighs. I was, by then, accustomed to feeling scales under my fingertips on this part of my body, and to feel smooth skin and to have two, independently moveable legs instead of a single flexible tail just didn't feel normal. While I was experiencing the still novel feeling of urinating as a human woman, Sam, now in her bra and pantyhose, came into the bathroom to get something. "Don't take too long." She said. "I don't want to be late today."

"I'll be ready in a few minutes." I said. I finished up in the bathroom went back into the bedroom to get dressed. Sam came in right behind me and saw me looking around the room, trying to figure out what to put on. "Think I can get away with some of my old sweat clothes to drive you to work?" I asked her.

"How about if you wear some of my clothes, Terri? Your old ones won't fit and you'd look ridiculous in them." She went over to her dresser and started to pull out some underwear. "Here, I'll help you this morning, but you're going to have to start dressing yourself, it's not that hard."

She handed me a bra and a pair of panties and then opened another drawer out of which she pulled a pair of pale yellow sweat pants and a matching sweatshirt. I wasn't fond of the pastel color, but I remembered how good they always looked on her, and besides, I had promised her that I would try and make the best of this.

"If you're going to have lunch with Bob today, what are you going to wear?" She asked.

"Jeez, I hadn't thought about it." I said, sounding as puzzled by the question as I really was. "What should I wear?"

"Do you know where he's taking you?"

"No, I don't." I said, and then grumbled, "And, he's not 'taking me' anywhere, we're just going to grab some lunch, you make it sound like we're going on a date." I sat on Sam's chair by the small dresser where she usually put on her makeup. "Maybe I'll just wear that." I pointed to the clothes she was holding. "That'll be easy."

"Hmmm......, kind of casual." She said. "But, it's up to you."

She placed the sweats on the bed and opened yet another drawer and took out a pair of socks. She came over and handed them to me where I was sitting. "Uh, Terri, a word of advice." She looked down at my legs. "I didn't say anything when you did it yesterday, but, if you're going out in public, I would suggest that you not cross your legs like that, especially if you're wearing a skirt."

I had unconsciously crossed them the way I always had as a man, I had one ankle resting on top of the knee on the other leg. As I looked down, I realized what she was talking about, my legs were spread apart and sitting like this presented a awfully good view of my vagina. "Oh, sorry." I said, and slid my one leg down so that they were crossed in a more feminine manner, with my thighs together and one knee resting on top of the other.