Tails
by Lhynn Cooper
Chapter 26..........
I could see Bob was trying not to laugh as he said, "Oh God, a woman for less
than two weeks, and already you're turning into a bitch. Okay, okay, sit
down. Next you'll be expecting me to open doors for you."
I took a chair in front of his desk, setting my purse on the floor, and we
both sat looking at each other, not quite sure what to say. Finally, Bob
broke the silence. "You look like you're getting used to being like that, did
you do all that yourself?" He gestured towards me. "I mean, the clothes and
the makeup."
"Not really." I answered. "I had a lot of help. Actually, it was mostly
Linda's doing. She stopped over this morning and before I knew it, she picked
everything out and practically dressed me. Hell, I was just going to wear
some sweat pants, but after you called and I mentioned the name of the
restaurant, she insisted that I wear something fancier."
"Linda did it, hmmmm.....?" Bob's expression turned very serious as he said
that. For a moment he seemed lost in thought and then he said, "That's one
thing I wanted to talk to you about, today, but let's wait until we get
something to eat, I'm getting hungry."
We both got up, Bob started to put on his suit coat and I started to walk
towards the door. "Don't forget your purse." Bob said, pointing to where I
had left it next to the chair.
"Damn, I'll never remember that thing." I said, bending over to pick it up.
"My God, Terri," Bob was watching me as I bent over. "Those pants fit you
like a glove, aren't you at all embarrassed to be dressed like that?"
"Surprisingly, I'm not. I think I'm kind of getting used to it." I hung the
purse over my shoulder. "In fact, I almost think I'm beginning to like it a
little bit."
Bob just shook his head at that statement, and we left his office. Margie was
sitting at her desk, and he told her we were going out to lunch and to page
him if anybody needed him. As we walked back down the hall towards the lobby,
Bob pointed out the various departments and explained what they all did, but,
he seemed preoccupied and I just followed along, nodding at whatever he said.
We walked out to Bob's car, parked not very far from mine, and he did hold the
door open for me, smiling as he did so. He seemed a little more relaxed. In
the car, I expected him to start asking questions, assuming he was curious
about how I was dealing with my latest change, but instead he started asking
about Linda. He asked about how she seemed to be reacting to my
transformation into a duplicate Samantha, and he started asking if she had
ever said anything about how Bob and her were getting along.
I was kind of puzzled and didn't know what he was getting at. I told him,
honestly, that Sam and I had been having enough trouble dealing with our own
lives just then, that I really hadn't thought much about him and Linda.
"She's been really helpful, Bob." I said, trying to figure out what he
wanted. "Sam's been so busy with her new job, trying to support both of us,
that I just don't know what I would have done without Linda."
He was silent for a while, and I was just about to ask him what was wrong when
he spoke up. "I....., I just don't know exactly how to put this....., I know
it's not your fault....., you can't help what's happened to you.......," He
stopped, seemingly at a complete loss for words.
"Jeeez, Bob, what is it?" I asked, trying to sound as concerned as I really
was. "Is there something wrong with you, or Linda?"
Just then, he pulled into the restaurant parking lot. He pulled into a spot
and shut off the engine, but didn't make any move to get out. Finally, he
turned to me and said, "Linda said she might have to leave me."
"What...., why?" was all I could come out with. I was stunned.
He looked down at his hands and started to talk. "A couple of nights ago,
just before this latest change happened to you," He gestured towards me.
"I...., well...., I wanted to fool around, with Linda." He paused for a
moment and then went on. "I don't mean to embarrass you, Terri, but ever
since I first saw that mermaid body of yours, well..., to put it not so
delicately, I've been hornier than I've ever been in my life."
I was embarrassed, but I told Bob I wasn't, and that he shouldn't worry about
it. "Sam told me that it was having an effect on her too." I said, trying to
make him feel more comfortable. "Hell, Bob, that little girl witch did such a
good job on me, that I was even turning myself on when I looked in mirror. I
guess it was kind of a good thing that it had an effect on Sam, too,
because....., well...., I was really worried about what was going to happen
between her and I, but we've, uh...., managed to overcome the fact that I'm
female now, and..., well, Sam and I have been able to carry on in the bedroom
just about as well as before, we just do things a little differently now."
"I know." He said. "And I'm glad for you, but...., Linda and I haven't been
able to."
He proceeded to tell me that for the first couple of days, Linda seemed to
gladly accommodate the increased sexual appetite that the sight of my mermaid
body had caused in him. Then, he said, she seemed to change and finally the
other night, had told him that she was thinking of leaving him, at least for a
little while, to work some things out, she said. She wouldn't tell him
exactly what the problem was, but that it was from before they were married
and that it wasn't his fault. She wouldn't tell him anymore but said she
needed time to think.
"You've spent a lot of time with her, lately, Terri....," He looked at me
with such a sad look that I almost felt like crying. "I love her so much, I
can't stand the thought of losing her. She won't tell me what's wrong, would
you talk to her and try to find out?"
I was stunned. "Uh..., sure Bob. I'd be glad to do it. I'll do anything to
help my old buddy." I wasn't sure what to say, either to him or her. "Did
she say anything about when she was leaving, or where she was going?"
"No, that's just it." He seemed a little more relaxed, now that he had said
it. "She said she wasn't going to do anything right away, and in fact,
sometimes she seems like her old self. Last night, she was the one who wanted
to fool around, and she seemed to really enjoy it. I'm so confused, I just
don't know what to do, and now....., well...., now that you're...., uh, you're
a woman, maybe she'll talk to you. You two seem to get along pretty well,
please, just find out what's wrong and what I can do to keep her, I'll do
anything."
"Okay, Bob, I'll do my best, but I don't know If she'll tell me anything. Why
don't you just talk it out, yourselves? That's what Sam and I would do."
"I tried that, and she just doesn't want to talk about it, at least not with
me." I could sense the pleading in his voice, he was really scared of losing
her.
I agreed to give it my best shot, and that seemed to cheer him up quite a bit.
We got out of the car and went in to eat. The restaurant was a pretty nice
place, and I was glad Linda had talked me into dressing up. We were shown to
a small booth which, like all the booths and tables in the place seemed
designed for privacy.
"Nice place, Bob, why'd you want to come here?" I asked, after the hostess, a
woman wearing far too much makeup, I thought, and a dress a little too short
and tight for someone of her age and figure, had given us our menus and left.
As she walked away, I noticed that Bob gave her what I could only describe as
a quick appraisal, up and down. I was going to ask him why, but then realized
that is was something I used to do too. Mother nature seemed to require that
males be constantly on the prowl for potential mating partners, no matter how
unlikely the pairing would be. Being new to this side of things, and only
recently having been doing the same thing, myself, I wasn't offended by Bob's
actions. But, if Linda had been there, or if Samantha had seen me do it, when
I was a man, I could see how they might be annoyed by it. I suddenly realized
that while Bob had been appraising her on one level, I had been doing it from
another point of view, the female one. I almost had time to become worried
again, about what this body was doing to my mind when Bob interrupted my
thoughts by answering my question.
"Privacy." He said. "I figured that we could talk here without anybody
overhearing what might sound like an awfully strange conversation."
I laughed at that. "Yeah, I can see where somebody just might not make any
sense out of us talking about the last couple of weeks."
A waiter came and took our order, I wasn't all that hungry and just ordered a
salad. Without realizing why, while Bob was ordering, I found myself giving a
quick look at the young waiter's crotch, where there was a noticeable bulge.
Shocked and wondering if I had been as obvious about it as Bob had been with
the hostess, and before I could explain to myself why I had done so or what I
was looking for, I pushed the thought out of my mind and looked away,
pretending to dig into my purse, making sure I didn't look at him as he walked
away.
Shortly, the food arrived and at first I was quite aware of the taste of my
lipstick mixing slightly with my food, but I soon got used to it, and the
lipstick wore off when I used my napkin. While we ate, we spent the next hour
talking, or rather I spent most of it talking, answering Bob's questions. He
seemed to have cheered up and was understandably, very interested in my
descriptions of what life was like for me and Sam, now.
After some initial embarrassment about personal questions, we both relaxed.
"How do you keep your hands off yourself?" Bob asked. "God, I think you'd
spend all your time feeling yourself up, especially if all the parts are as
sensitive as you say they are. Aren't you turned on all the time?"
"It was kind of like that at first." I answered, searching for the right way
to put it. "But now, well...., I'm still aware of them all the time,
but....., uh......, it's just not the same as before. These are mine,
they're part of me, and...., well....., you just kind of get used to them."
Bob looked like he almost couldn't believe that. "But, losing your....,
uh...., well, your manhood....., having nothing left down there, doesn't that
bother you? Especially when you walk, doesn't it feel funny, not to have it
anymore?"
"Yeah, it does feel a little strange." I told him. "Actually, more than just
a little, but, remember, Bob, at first, I didn't have legs. I only got these
yesterday. The biggest change wasn't loosing something, it was having a
fishtail and scales, and being able to live underwater. Besides, it only
looks like I've lost something down there. It's all still there, it's just on
the inside now, and it still feels just as good." I paused for a moment and
then said, "Sometimes, I think it might actually feel a little better."
Bob was intrigued by that statement, and seemed more interested than ever. I
explained how, until yesterday, the sex change was really the smaller part of
it, and that now I was actually kind of getting used to being female, and that
it wasn't all that bad. I was in the middle of trying to explain how, the
longer I was in a female body, the more my outlook about certain things seemed
to be changing, when I noticed that a vague feeling of discomfort, in my lower
abdomen, that I had first become aware of when we sat down, suddenly became a
strong cramping feeling.
I stopped talking, and Bob saw the puzzled look of pain on my face. "What's
the matter?" He asked. "You look like you just bit into something that
tasted bad."
"I don't know." I said, feeling the cramp subside. "Just got a little
stomach cramp there for a second."
We continued talking, the pain gone, but the slight feeling of discomfort
still there. After a few minutes I felt very strange in my crotch, almost
like I was getting wet down there. Then, I felt the beginning of another
cramp. "Uh....., excuse me, Bob." I said. "I think I'm going to visit the
washroom. Do you know where they are?"
Feeling a little sick, I got up and headed in the direction he had pointed.
After only a couple of steps I remembered I had forgotten my purse.
Retrieving it, I quickly found the washroom, noticing that as I passed other
booths and tables, that almost all the men gave me at least a cursory look,
some of them giving me a full-blown stare as I passed. The tight pants-suit
that Linda had picked out was drawing more attention that I really wanted, but
I wasn't as disturbed by it as before. I was more worried about the pain in
my abdomen.
For the first time in my life, I entered a public women's restroom. There was
a small outer room with a couch, occupied by a two middle aged women, who
stopped talking and watched me as I passed. Pushing open the inner door, I
saw a row of stalls opposite a row of sinks with a large mirror over them.
The stalls all seemed empty but there was a young, rather plump, woman looking
in the mirror and applying some kind of makeup. After an initial look, she
ignored me.
I entered the last stall, as far away from the door as possible, and latched
the door behind me. I hung my purse from a hook on the back of the door and
fumbled with the hook and zipper on the back of my pants, finally getting it
down. I pulled the snug fitting pants down to my knees and then pulled down
my lace panties. Making sure the seat was down, I sat and urinated. The
snug, stretchy pants and lacy underwear held my knees together, and the
sensation of peeing like this was still new to me and felt odd.
I pushed my clothing down farther to my ankles, and rolled off some tissues
from the holder, so that I could wipe myself. I spread my legs apart and
reached between them with the tissue, carefully wiping and drying myself. I
felt somewhat tender in this area and after wiping, found what I was afraid of
on the tissues, a smear of dark, bloody material.
"Damn! I'm getting my period!" I realized I had spoken out loud, and was now
totally embarrassed. There was no response from the woman by the sinks, and I
just sat, staring at my pubic hair, waiting until I heard her rinse her hands
and leave the room. Using more tissue, I wiped again and got more blood. I
reached for my purse, gladly remembering Linda's foresight, and retrieved one
of the pads she had placed in it.
They were the thicker of the two kinds that Sam had mentioned and I unwrapped
one. Standing up and trying to remember what I had seem Sam do, I carefully
positioned the sticky side of the pad in the crotch of my panties, the white
pad contrasting with the black lace fabric. I carefully pulled the panties
up, making sure the pad fit snugly against my vaginal opening. Pulling the
tight, stretchy pants up, I was very aware of the bulky feeling of the pad
between my legs. Reaching around behind myself, I pulled up the pants zipper
and fastened the hook. Walking out of the stall, I carefully examined myself
in the mirror, positive that the pad would be a clearly visible bulge in the
otherwise smooth fit of my pants.
Fortunately, I found it to be almost unnoticeable. If I stood and squeezed my
legs together, I could just make out the bulge, but, then I knew it was there
and was looking for it. There wasn't much I could do about it, so I washed my
hands and checked my appearance in the mirror. Eating had removed most of the
lipstick that Linda had applied, but with a little care I managed to repair
the damage. There were a couple of hairs out of place, but I wasn't about to
mess with it, and that was the least of my problems.
Walking back to the table, I almost had a small panic attack, again feeling
that everyone would notice the pad bulging through my pants and know I was
having a period. By the time I reached Bob, I had calmed myself, but the
feeling of tenderness and discomfort between my legs was still there.
"Something wrong?" Bob asked, looking genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, there sure is." I answered, leaning over and whispering to make sure
that no one else could hear. "I'm having a God-damned menstrual period!"
"Oh...., already? My God, Terri, when you turn into a woman, you sure don't
waste time trying things out." He looked totally unconcerned. "That's all it
is, here I thought you might be sick or something."
"Well, you try having one." I said, feeling a little angry. "It's damned
uncomfortable." I crossed my legs, feeling the bulk of the pad in my crotch.
"Jeez..., calm down, Terri." Bob looked a little embarrassed. "Linda gets
pretty cranky during her period, too. You want to leave, are you feeling
sick?"
Then I felt bad, getting mad at him. "I'm sorry. I'm all right, but maybe we
should leave, you probably have to get back to work and I have to stop at the
store and get some things."
Bob signaled the waiter to bring the check and he paid. "Kind of nice having
somebody buy me lunch." I said as we walked out to the car. "I think I could
get used to this." I was still feeling bad about getting angry at Bob for
something that wasn't his fault, and was trying to joke with him.
He could tell I was feeling embarrassed and played along. "Yeah? Well, next
time I'm letting you buy. You know, women's lib and all that sort of thing."
I punched him on the arm.
He bent over to unlock the passengers door for me, and I found myself glancing
at his rear end. I found myself wondering why Linda would want to leave him,
he wasn't bad looking man, quite attractive actually, and he was such a nice
guy. He opened the door and held it for me, and I suddenly felt totally
mortified at what I had been thinking.
As we drove back to Bob's office, he again started thanking me for agreeing to
talk to Linda. I was lost in thoughts of my own and wasn't paying much
attention. I was also getting some more cramps. Finally, he must have asked
me something, and when I didn't answer, he waved his hand in front of my face.
"Hello! Anybody in there? Earth to Terri, do you read me?"
"Oh, sorry!" I was startled. "What did you say?
He looked over at me, puzzled and asked what was wrong. At first I didn't say
anything, but, with some prodding on his part, I finally started talking about
what I was feeling, and before I knew it, I had blurted out that I had been
looking at him and actually thinking that he was attractive. I told him I
didn't know what was wrong with me, that I didn't seem to know what I should
or shouldn't be feeling these days, and that I had actually found myself
staring at the waiters crotch, for some damn reason. I was getting pretty
upset, and by the time I finished, there was a tear running down my cheek. I
didn't know why, I just felt so confused and upset, that I almost felt like
crying.