"Not really." I answered. "Sam thinks he's just curious about our, uh.....,
well....., about our current sex life. From what little he did say, she's
just might be right." I paused, then went on. "God, it sounds terrible to
talk about Bob like that, makes him sound like some kind of lecherous voyeur,
or something. Poor guy, I think he's just feeling kind of left out of
everything, what with me suddenly joining the other side, so to speak."
"Yeah," She said. "Bob and I have talked about that, and I guess he does
sort of feel that way. What are you going to tell him, about your sex life, I
mean?" Linda asked with one of her sly smiles, she seemed to be back to
normal. "Anything I'd be interested in?"
"Uh, well......., I really don't know." That was the truth. "What has Sam
told you? She said you two have talked about that stuff, at least a little."
"Samantha said you two were getting along pretty well." Linda looked down at
my tail. "In fact, she said that you seemed to enjoy doing some things almost
more now than before, when you were a man." She gave me another little smile
and winked one eye at me.
"Oh, I don't know about that." I replied to her. "I'd still go back to the
old me right now, if I could. Life would be a lot simpler."
"How did she take this latest change?" Linda asked. "I mean last night, how
does she feel about living with a twin sister?"
"Well, she seemed to be in a pretty good mood last night." I answered.
"Finding Kathy and knowing that she can reverse the spell, at least someday,
made her feel better. It took away most of the uncertainty of the whole
mess."
"Maybe I'm being too nosy," Linda said, leaning towards me and putting her
hand on my tail. "But I can't help it, I'm curious. So tell me, did you two
do anything last night, together I mean? If you did, did it feel different in
Sam's body than it does as a mermaid?" She rubbed her fingers along the
scales on my tail.
"Uh...., yeah, we did fool around last night." I said, unconsciously smiling
at the warm memory. I was surprised that I didn't feel self conscious talking
about my sex life with a woman other than my wife. "But I did it in this
body. In fact, I spent as much of last night as I could this way, remember,
I've got to have this tail at least twelve hours a day." When I was a man, I
would have been embarrassed to talk with another woman about the details of
what Sam and I did in our bedroom, especially with the wife of my best friend.
But now, we were just two female friends discussing things as easily as Bob
and I used to when we'd go play racquetball.
"Besides," I continued, still smiling. "It was more Sam's idea last night,
she seemed to be in such a good mood, that when she started doing things, I
just never thought of changing to human form and trying it that way." I
paused for a moment, thinking, and then said, "I have to admit, that when I
took a shower last night, with legs of course, I did do a little examining,
and the few things I did try, felt pretty much the same, except for one little
thing that kind of bothered me."
I wasn't sure I should mention it to Linda, but I told her of how I found
myself imagining being held and kissed by a man, and how shocked I was that I
would even think of something like that.
"I don't find that surprising." Linda said. "From the expression on your
face, when you were looking at that magazine ad in the store, it was quite
obvious that you were getting more than a little turned on by something."
"But it was a man!" I exclaimed. "I'm not gay, looking at a man shouldn't do
that to me."
"Well, what you and I did together last week," Linda said, still smiling.
"And what you and Sam have been doing together, isn't exactly normal
heterosexual behavior, is it?" She stopped talking for a few moments with a
thoughtful expression on her face. "Your different now, your body's changed
and you've got different hormones. Things are bound to feel at least somewhat
changed."
"Maybe you're right." I admitted. "Sam mentioned the hormones too, I guess
they're bound to make some difference. But......," I wasn't quite sure how
to say what I was thinking. "It's just that I've had this body for several
days," I gestured towards myself. "And it seems to be as female as Sam's,
except for the tail and scales, so how come I never felt anything like what I
did yesterday in the store, until I looked at that magazine ad? Are the
different hormones just starting to affect me now, or are mermaid hormones
that different from human ones?" I paused, trying to get my thoughts
straight. "Uh..., when you and I fooled around, I sure didn't think of you as
a man, and when Sam and I are together, it's her I want, not a man. God, I
hope I don't change too much, I really don't think Sam will put up with it if
I start chasing after guys, now."
Linda laughed at that. "You worry too much, Terri. I think Sam's right, you
may have your own mind, but you have a female body and hormones. I think it
would be odd if you didn't start to feel different about some things." She
looked thoughtful again and then continued. "Now that I'm thinking about it,
remember yesterday, when you said you never much liked coffee before, but that
now it tasted good to you?"
"Yeah." I said, nodding. "I remember."
"Well, I think that was Sam's body talking, and as far as I know, Sam's always
liked men, and liked looking at them too. So, now that you have a duplicate
of Sam's body and it's hormones, at least for half of each day, maybe you'll
start liking men also."
"Now that's a disgusting thought." I replied, shaking my head.
"Why is it disgusting?" Linda asked, looking at me intently. "You're female
now, liking men wouldn't exactly be aberrant behavior for you."
"But....., it's just so...., so.....," I was searching for the right word,
and I suddenly realized that disgusting wasn't it. In fact, I was ashamed to
admit that the more I thought about it, I wasn't as repelled by the thought as
I should have been.
"What's the matter, Terri? Getting a little curious about something, are we?"
Linda raised an eyebrow as she asked me.
"No, I'm not." At least I sounded like I meant it. "It's all so confusing,
lets not talk about this right now."
I wanted to change the subject. "What do you think I should tell Bob today?
After all, he's your husband, and are you sure it doesn't bother you to have
him go to lunch with another woman?"
"He's your best friend," Linda replied, looking totally unconcerned. "As
long as it doesn't bother you to talk about it, tell him whatever he wants to
know." She then patted me on the tail and with a serious look on her face,
said, "As long as you're not planning on enticing him into bed with you, it's
OK with me, I don't think I could compete with that mermaid body of yours. It
really seems to turn Bob on."
Now I was flustered. "No..., no, I'm not thinking of anything like that. How
can you say that, I wouldn't do that to you."
"Well," Linda said in somber tone of voice, "You didn't seem to mind going
to bed with your best friends' wife last week, maybe you're just trying to
find out which one of us is better in bed?"
I didn't know what to say, and I was searching for an answer to that, when she
suddenly broke into laughter.
"I can't help it." Linda said, between giggles. "The look on your face, you
thought I was being serious." She finally calmed down and said. "I know
you're not going to do anything, and I trust Bob completely, a lot more than I
trust myself actually." After what Linda and I had done the previous week, I
thought that was an understatement.
"You had me going there, for a minute." I said, with relief. "Believe me,
having sex with any man is the last thing on my mind right now. I think
that's one part of being a woman that I'm going to let go totally unexplored."
"Is it?" Linda gave me another thoughtful look. "I'm not suggesting Bob for
the part, but this whole strange adventure is something that no one else has
ever experienced. If Kathy removes that spell, and you've never tried sex
with a man, as a woman I mean, are you sure you won't always regret not trying
it at least once? If I somehow became a man, I know that I would just have to
try it with a woman, I could never forgive myself if I didn't."
"But you already like girls." I replied, thinking as I said it that I hoped
she wouldn't be offended. "It wouldn't be that big a change for you because
you're, uh....., well..., you're......"
"Because I'm bisexual?" Linda asked, then chuckled. "I see your point, I've
already made love to both men and women." With a smile she asked, "I guess
it's safe to say, then, that you've never done anything with another man, even
when you were younger?"
"Definitely not!" I said firmly.
"I've just never understood that." She said, shaking her head. "I find both
men and women to be exciting and interesting, but since Bob and I have been
married, I've never been with anybody else, except for you, you sexy mermaid.
And, if you hadn't been shaking that beautiful tail of yours' around, if
Kathy's daughter had just turned you into a life size Barbie doll with human
legs I probably still wouldn't have, you just don't know what a powerful
attraction that mermaid body of yours has. But, as I was saying, before I
made a commitment to Bob, I dated both men and women. I just had to, that was
the way I was, and I don't understand why anyone wouldn't want to at least try
it both ways before they settle down."
She looked my mermaid body up and down. "You know from experience how good
making love to a woman can feel, but, believe me when I say it, sex with a man
can be just as good. Hasn't Sam told you that she enjoyed sex with you,
before your change, I mean? I can remember the night you two first did it,
back in college. Sam came back to the dorm and she couldn't stop talking
about how great you were as a lover, how good it felt. Don't you have any
desire to see what she felt, to see how good it can be with a man?"
Linda had me really confused. "No, I really don't." I told her, as
positively as I could. The problem was that, while I was sure my male mind
didn't want to find out, I wasn't so sure that perhaps, my female body might
try to overrule my mind.
I was trying to think of a way to change the subject again, when the phone
rang.
"I'll get it." I said. I changed to human form and walked to the phone, my
legs still feeling foreign to me.
It was Bob on the phone. He said it was a busy day and he was running a
little late, and he wanted to know if I minded meeting him at his office at
about twelve thirty. He was going to try and be out of a meeting by then, but
I might have to wait a little while if he wasn't. I told him fine, that I
would be there and asked him where he wanted to eat. He mentioned a
restaurant that was near his office, and that he would drive us over there.
He said he had to get back to work, and he hung up before I even thought of
asking him how fancy a place the restaurant was. I asked Linda if she knew
anything about the place and if she thought it would be all right if I went
dressed as I was, meaning my yellow sweat shirt and pants.
She giggled at me and pointed at my legs. "You'd make quite an entrance,
dressed like that."
I had forgotten that I was naked from the waist down. When I changed from
mermaid to human form and answered the phone, I hadn't taken the time to put
my pants back on.
"You know what I mean." I said, blushing for no good reason. I sat on the
couch and reacquired my tail and fin, still finding that I felt more
comfortable that way.
Linda watched intently as my legs merged together and became scale covered and
my feet reformed into a broad, silvery blue, translucent tail fin.
"I'll never get tired of seeing that." She said, in a wistful tone. Then,
after a little sigh, she answered, "The restaurant? Oh, yeah, Bob and I have
been there, it's kind of a nice place. Hmmmm...., Bob's wearing a suit and
tie, I think you should dress up, at least a little bit." She got up and
started to walk towards the bedroom. "C'mon Terri, grow those legs back and
let's see what Sam has in her closet. I'll help you pick something out."
I changed back yet again, and almost fell over trying to get my pants pulled
on as she disappeared down the hall. I gave up and followed her, carrying my
pants. In the bedroom, I saw the closet door open and the light on. Inside,
Linda was looking at everything hanging there, one garment at a time. "Take
it easy." I said. "I'm not sure what Sam's planning on wearing to work next.
Maybe I could just wear some jeans, they always look good on her."
"No jeans." Linda replied. "It's too nice a place for that." She kept
going through the clothes, and said, "You know, Sam's got some nice outfits
here." She pulled out one of Sam's good suits and asked, "How about this,
show off your legs a little?"
"No dresses or skirts!" I said firmly. "I had enough of that yesterday. I
just want to wear some pants, it's been too long since I've been able to wear
them and I don't intend to show off anything to anybody."
"Okay, okay." Linda replied, hanging Sam's suit back up. "Did you shower
this morning? If not, go take one and give me a chance to pick something out
for you. Then, I'll help you with your makeup."
I started to tell her that I hadn't planned on wearing any makeup, and then
realized that arguing with her would be a waste of time. Before my change
into mermaid Barbie, when Samantha and I went someplace fancy, she decided not
only what she was going to wear, but she also usually chose pretty much what I
would wear. I didn't mind, Sam had much better fashion sense than I did and
usually what she wanted me to wear looked pretty good.
I was never all that much interested in clothes, almost always deciding what
to wear based on what was comfortable rather than on how it looked. As part
of the unwritten rules of our marriage, one of Sam's chosen duties had been to
keep me looking presentable. All through my life, I had noticed that many
more women than men seemed to have the gift of easily picking out what
garments looked good together, and while I had not exactly envied that
ability, it had always fascinated me. Now Linda was doing it for me, she knew
what Bob had worn to work that day, and she was going to dress me accordingly.
I almost always gave in to whatever Sam wanted me to wear, and I knew that I
was going to do the same with Linda, within reason. In spite of what I saw in
the mirror over the dresser, in my mind I was still a man, and men wore pants.
I did need a shower and headed for the bathroom. I pulled off my sweatshirt
and stood in front of the sink, looking at Samantha's body in the mirror.
The feeling of breasts moving around on my chest was almost ordinary by now,
but the feeling of an empty crotch was still quite new. In fact, the feeling
of having a human-type crotch was still peculiar. Scratching my soft, blond
pubic hair, I stepped into the tub and was just about to draw the curtain when
there was a quick knock and the door opened.
Linda came in carrying a pair of black pants and some kind of matching jacket.
"How about this?" She asked, holding up the outfit.
"Sure, fine." I said, almost absent-mindedly. I figured that black wouldn't
make me stand out too much.
"I'll get some underwear and pantyhose for you." She said.
"Forget that." I answered, shaking my head. "Can't I just wear some socks?"
"Okay, just some knee-hi's, then, that'll work." Linda disappeared with the
door closing behind her.
I took a long time in the shower, not only enjoying the warm water and soap,
but trying to think of what I was going to tell Bob. Finally, Linda stuck her
head in the door and called out, "You better hurry up in there if you want to
be on time."
I didn't know what she was talking about, I thought I had plenty of time. I
got out and dried off, still kind of missing my long, mermaid hair. I walked
into the bedroom rubbing my shorter hair with a towel. "Use the hair dryer,
Terri. I want to get your makeup on."
"Do you really think that's necessary?" I asked, trying to sound sarcastic.
"I'm not going on a date, you know."
"Just a little." She said. "You'll see how good it looks when I'm done, and
then you'll feel better about it."
I found the hair dryer and used it. As I came out of the bathroom, Linda was
standing by the dresser holding one of the boxes of sanitary pads that Sam had
left there. "What's this, Terri? Are you getting your period already?"
"No, not me. Sam said she was getting hers." I told her what Sam thought,
that I might also be getting one since I had a duplicate of her body. "I feel
fine." I said. "Although, I obviously wouldn't really know what it feels
like just before you 'have a period'. Sam said she gets cramps and feels
bloated, that she can feel it coming on, but I don't feel anything so far.
Why?"
"Well," Linda said. "If your getting your period maybe you should wear a
skirt, I usually do. I don't like that bulky feeling of a pad between my legs
anyway, and I'm always afraid that the bulge is going to show through pants."
"I feel fine." I insisted. "I just don't want to wear a dress again, and
anyway, if I ever do get a period, maybe I'll buy some of those tampon things,
that way I don't have to worry about anything showing." I paused, thinking
and then said, "And by the way, I sure wouldn't mind feeling something 'bulky'
between my legs again, at least as long as it was permanently attached. That
would mean this whole mess would finally be over."
"Whatever you say." Linda replied with a smile. Then she turned serious. "I
wouldn't recommend tampons, though. I've had trouble with them leaking, they
just don't seem to last as long as a pad, and remember, there have been some
health problems with them."
"Really, health problems? I've never paid that much attention to feminine
hygiene products before." I said, honestly. "About the only thing I ever
noticed was that when Sam had her period, she would leave the box on the
dresser, like that. It kind of developed into a subtle way of saying that we
probably wouldn't be having sex for a few days." I paused for a moment and
then, trying to sound like my old self, said. "Although, there were a few
times when I didn't really feel like waiting, when I was so horny that a
little bit of blood wasn't going to put me off, and Sam would usually go
along. She's pretty good about that sort of thing." And with a little
chuckle I said, "And it wasn't exactly like she was being tortured, she
usually seemed to enjoy it as much as I did, even with her period."
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