The alarm went off early the next morning. I tried to move and found Sam's
feet lying across my tail fin, and my long hair in my face. I had to coax
her to move so that I could move my tail. "C'mon, sleepyhead, time to rise
and shine." I wanted her to move because I had to pee.
"It can't be morning already!" Sam groaned.
She got up and went into the bathroom, while I sat on the edge of the bed,
yawing and rubbing my eyes, and waited for her to finish. When I heard the
toilet flush, I was just about to change back to human form when Sam came
back into the room and said, "Aren't you going to take your tampon out before
you change?" She pointed at the string trailing from my slit, then she said,
"Although, I guess it really doesn't matter, you could take it out
afterward."
"Oh, okay." I had forgotten about it.
"Let me get some tissues to wrap it in when you take it out." Sam said. "It
might be a little messy, and you don't want to get any on the sheets." She
retrieved some from the bathroom.
When she returned, I pulled on the string of the tampon and it came of me,
all swollen, wet and dark with my menstrual discharge. "My God, this is
gross." I said, wiping blood off of my shiny scales and then wrapping the
tampon up in the tissues. "How do you stand this every month?"
"Oh, come on, Terri. It's not that bad." Sam remarked, heading for the
bathroom. "Of course, I've had a lot more time than you to get used to it,
and you did get a real 'crash course' in menstruation. But, it's just
something that you're going to have to get used to for a while."
"Yeah, I suppose so." Some aspects of being a woman, mainly the sex, weren't
bad, and were actually quite enjoyable. But having a menstrual period was
the pits.
I tried to change back to human form, and was bewildered when nothing
happened. I thought I had felt the change start, but when I stopped
concentrating, I still had my tail. "Now what's wrong?" I was a little
worried, the transformation had been relatively easy up till now.
Sam was standing next to the bed looking thoughtfully at me, then her
eyebrows went up and she said, "I know what it is, you haven't spent a full
twelve hours like that yet. Didn't Kathy say it had to be twelve hours
before you could change again?"
"Oh, right." Sam usually was. "That's what it is, then. I should have
changed back earlier last night. God, if I get that job, I'm going to really
have to watch the hours so I don't get screwed up and change back at some
embarrassing time or right in front of somebody."
"I'd like to see you explain that one to Bob's boss." Sam said with a smile.
"Margie told you he likes legs, I wonder how he likes tails?"
"I'll just have to make sure he never finds out."
"Do you want me to get the wheelchair?" Sam asked.
"No, not yet. Let me see if I can force the change, at least for long enough
to be able to walk to the bathroom. I've really got to pee!"
I really concentrated on having legs. I was just about grunting, mentally,
when I felt the change start to occur. In a few moments, I was able to walk.
"It worked!" Sam said.
"Yeah, it worked. But I have this uncomfortable, nervous feeling in my
legs." I got up and walked into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I
relieved myself, the warm spray coming from between my legs still feeling
strange.
I was unrolling some toilet paper, when I must have relaxed my concentration,
and my tail returned before I could wipe myself. "Damnit!" I exclaimed. I
was sitting there gazing at the shiny scales on my tail when Sam walked in.
"Couldn't hold it, could you? Well, I'll go get the chair."
Sitting in the wheelchair, in the bedroom, I watched Sam get dressed. She
was in kind of a hurry and managed to ruin a pair of pantyhose while putting
them on. "Your lucky you don't have to bother with these." She said. "At
least not while you have that tail."
"Are they that uncomfortable?" I asked. "If they are, why wear them
everyday? Just go without."
"Some days I'd like to, but they're not really all that bad, they make your
legs look nice and they do provide some support." Stepping into her skirt,
she continued, "And, they keep your skirt from clinging to your legs, and
sometimes, colored hose complete an outfit." She tucked in her blouse. "On
hot days, they can be too warm and on cold days they don't seem warm enough.
I guess it's like you guys and your ties, even though it would be a lot
simpler without them, you just wear them."
"I don't think I'll be wearing ties for the near future." I commented.
"And, if I do get that job down where you work, I just might have to wear
pantyhose myself. Oh, God, that's something to look forward to."
"Oh, cheer up." Sam said, bending over to give me a little kiss. "Maybe if
you wear some nice short skirts to work, you can get some hot guy interested
in you, and you can get married, settle down and raise a family. Maybe you
can find somebody who looks like the guy in that magazine ad?"
She laughed and backed away quickly, before I could swat her on the butt.
At least Sam seemed to be feeling better than the day before. My period was
still bothering me, and this having to stick a tampon into myself or wear a
pad was embarrassing. The menstrual period seemed to bother me less when I
was in mermaid form, and so I stayed that way after Sam left for work, at
least for most of the morning. I just put on an old shirt of Sam's and sat
in the wheelchair, watching TV until I became bored with it.
I got a call from Margie, Bob's secretary, asking me if I could come in for
an interview the next day, on Friday, at about ten in the morning. I
answered the phone with my mermaid Barbie voice, and Margie said I sounded so
different when I told her I was Terri. I explained it by saying we had been
having trouble with the phone line.
Margie told me that as far as she was concerned, the interview was just a
formality and that the job would almost surely be mine. I asked her what to
wear and she said just to wear a nice dress or skirt. I asked her if she had
been serious about wearing something short, to show off my legs. She laughed
and said it wouldn't hurt my chances, but to wear something I'd feel
comfortable in.
I tried to call Sam, but she was in a meeting, so I left a message. I was
getting bored, just sitting around again, so I decided to call Linda and see
if maybe I could get to talk to her, as Bob had asked. I got through to her
at the art gallery, and she said nothing much was going on there and she
would come right over to talk. She said she was anxious to hear what Bob had
wanted to talk about and, after I told her about the job, she wanted to hear
about that.
I changed to human form, and put on some underpants so that I could use one
of the sanitary pads. I just didn't feel like getting dressed, so I put on
one of Sam's bathrobes and wore that around the house. When Linda arrived, I
let her in, and she asked if I was sick or something. I told her about
having my period and how miserable it made me feel.
"Welcome to the club, girl." She said as she came over and embraced me.
"Well, I guess that takes care of my plans about seducing you today." She
gave me a little kiss on the lips.
"Jeez, Linda, don't do that." I said. "Do you remember what you said the
other day, about some times of the month, you just don't even want to think
about sex. Well, you were right."
"It can be kind of a bitch, can't it?" She asked, still holding my hand.
"Did you take some aspirin or something?"
"Yeah, I did." I sat on the couch. "They just don't help all that much. I
really feel much better as a mermaid, for some reason my period doesn't seem
to bother me as much." I started to undo my robe. "Uh..., you wouldn't mind
if I changed back, would you?"
"Of course not! You know I wouldn't mind that at all." Linda sat in a chair
across from the couch and crossed her legs.
"Be back in a minute." I said and went into the bathroom to remove my
panties along with the pad I was wearing. Even in the short time I had been
wearing it, a small, dark patch of blood had accumulated. I threw the pad
away and, got out one of the tampons, and still wearing the bathrobe, walked
back to the living room, and sat in the wheel chair. "Here goes." I told
her, and changed into mermaid Barbie.
"I'll never get tired of seeing that." Linda said with a big smile on her
face. "You know, you don't have to wear that robe, if you don't want to. I
don't mind at all."
"I don't know." I said. "I'd feel funny sitting here naked."
She saw the tampon in my hand and asked about it. I pointed out that it
wasn't possible to wear the sanitary pads with my tail. "Oh, I never thought
about that." She said. With great interest and some embarrassment on my
part, she watched me insert the tampon. I wished I had done it in the
bedroom with a little more privacy, but it was too late by then.
"Okay, okay, I know you don't feel good." Linda said, as soon as I finished.
"But, what did Bob want to talk about yesterday. I tried to get him to tell
me last night, but he didn't say much about it at all, and I'm dying of
curiosity."
I paused, not knowing quite how to start. "Is everything OK between you and
Bob?" I asked, figuring the direct way was the best.
"Uh, why do you ask?" Linda wasn't smiling.
I went through what Bob had told me, about how something seemed to be
bothering her, and finally told her what Bob had said about having to leave
him. When I was through, Linda sat for a while, looking out the front
window, and then looked at me.
"I didn't think he would ask you about that....., but I guess I'm glad he
did. Yes, I did say that." She stopped and looked down and then went on.
"I don't know if I'd ever really do it, I love Bob so much, but something's
happened, and I don't know what to do about it."
"Well, tell me." I said. "Maybe I can help."
"I don't know if you can, because you're kind of the cause of it all." I
had a feeling I knew what she was talking about, but I didn't say anything,
and Linda went on, "Remember, I told you I was bisexual in college, but that
I hadn't been with another woman since I met Bob? Well...., since you've
become like this......, since we, uh...., fooled around last week, it's like
something's reawakened in me. Something that I thought I had managed to
overcome." She looked like she might cry.
"Don't get me wrong, I still love Bob as much as I ever did. But, since last
week, I realized that I was still bisexual, and that I'm just not going to be
able to get through life without....., without....., well....., damnit Terri,
I still want to make love to women, too. I just don't to go through life
without experiencing that part of me, at least now and then."
"Why didn't you tell this to Bob?" I asked. "Maybe you two can work
something out?"
"Like what? I make love to Bob on Sundays and Wednesdays and then you and I
do it Tuesdays and Fridays? I don't think Bob could handle that, and I don't
want to hurt him."
"Uh, maybe you could leave me out of it." I didn't want to hurt Bob, he was
me best friend. "I enjoyed what we did, and I'm glad for your help, but I
don't want to lose Samantha, either."
"I was just using you for an example." Linda said, softly. "I don't want to
get between you two, either. And, don't blame yourself for this, I've felt
it coming on for awhile. A few months ago, I went to an art show, down in
San Francisco. Just me. Bob had to work. Well....., I met a woman there
and I was so tempted...., she wanted me to stay there with her. I didn't do
anything, I came back, and I tried to forget it and get over it, but it's
been in the back of my mind, bothering me, ever since." She looked
uncomfortable.
"When I first saw you change, and I saw how erotic that mermaid body of yours
is, so female, I just couldn't deny that part of me any longer. But, at the
same time, I just couldn't bring myself to tell Bob. It would really hurt
him." She stopped and gave me a weak smile. "So...., what a mess. And I
don't know how to get out of it without hurting somebody really badly, either
Bob or myself."
"Linda, you've got to tell him, he's going nuts. He thinks it's something he
did, and he just wants to make you happy." I rolled the wheel chair over
closer to Linda and took her hand. "Talk about it with him, maybe you can
work something out. I don't know, but, maybe you can take a little vacation,
just by yourself, once or twice a year. Would that help, if you know what I
mean?"
"I don't know." She said. "Well, I'll try and talk to him, if you do
something for me."
"What's that?" I asked.
"I want you to tell him, about this, I mean. I'll talk to him afterward, but
I just think it would be easier if he knew first. I don't know why, I've
tried to tell him, but, whenever I do, I just can't get the words out. I'm
just so afraid to hurt him."
"I shouldn't......, I don't know what to say,.....but, okay, I'll try." I
said, still holding her hand.
I saw a tear on her cheek. "Okay." She said, clearing her throat. "Now,
tell me about this new job of yours. Bob said something about you becoming
his secretary, about you replacing Margie?"
"Yeah, it's just that I can't even begin to picture myself as a secretary."
I shook my head. "I just can't imagine myself wearing a dress to work and
doing secretarial type things for a bunch of guys who are always going to be
staring at me and looking at my legs and stuff. I don't know if I'll be able
to stand it."
"It's all right for other women to be secretaries, but not you?" Linda
asked.
"It's not that." I said. "It's just....., well...., I don't know, I think
maybe it's too soon. I'm still not used to all this female stuff yet, and I
don't know if I ever will be. I still just don't think of myself as a woman."
"Well, you are a woman." Linda replied. "Or at least part of you is right
now." She looked down at my tail, which I was nervously swinging from side
to side. She continued. "Don't worry about it, you'll be fine. I know a
lot of women who would be glad to look like you, or at least like you do when
you're Sam, or look like her....., or whatever." She laughed and said,
"You've even got me confused, no wonder you're having problems." She paused
for a moment and then said. "I bet I even know some women who wouldn't mind
looking like you do now, if they could get the same reaction from their
husbands that I know Bob feels when he looks at you." She reached over and
touched my tail, softly rubbing her hand on the silvery-blue scales, and said
in a soft voice, "I wouldn't even mind if Bob could look like you do now, at
least once in a while."
"Oh, yeah!" I replied. "I'll bet he'd really love that."
"Probably not." Linda said, wistfully. "But I sure wouldn't mind at all."
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