Back in the living room, I was pretty much back to normal. I sat back down
on the couch, and changed back into a mermaid. I was confused. As a
mermaid, I seemed to be more like my old self. I definitely had felt
attraction to, and enjoyment in, sex with both Samantha and Linda. In my
human female body, I definitely had some different feelings. I had never
really felt physical attraction to any man while I was in my mermaid body,
but now, in my duplicate Samantha body, I was reacting strongly to just a
picture of some guy I didn't even know. And yesterday, I remembered, in the
restaurant, I had even given a glance at the waiter's crotch, and then I
remembered what I had been thinking about Bob, how he wasn't all that bad
looking. I realized I should be ashamed of myself, of having thoughts about
men, but, for some reason, the more I thought about it, the less upset I was
getting. Very strange! As I was trying to sort out my feelings, I realized
how late it was getting, Sam would be home soon.
I changed back to human and had just started to straighten up the house when
Sam pulled in the driveway. I wanted to talk to her about what I had been
feeling this afternoon, but I just wasn't sure exactly how to tell my wife
that her husband seemed to be a part-time lesbian who got turned on looking
at other men's butts.
Sam was tired and didn't appreciate the mess I had made looking through all
of her clothing and practicing with her makeup. I told her I was sorry and
that I would clean it up, and tried to tell her I was just so bored that I
was looking for something to do. After she saw that I was feeling bad about
getting her upset, she came over, kissed me and said, "I'm sorry, Terri. I
shouldn't get mad about little things, but today was such a hectic day, and
with my period and everything,.....well, you know now, how bad a menstrual
period can make you feel."
"Yeah!" I said. "I sure do. When this is all over, Sam, I'm going to make
sure I'm especially nice to you when it's that time of the month."
I started making dinner while Sam changed clothes and then she came into the
kitchen to help. While we ate, she told me about her day and again mentioned
that the new job was more work than she had thought it would be. She also
said she had gotten my message about going in the next day for a job
interview. "I just hope I can convince them I'm a real woman." I said. "I
don't really have all that much practice at it."
"Don't worry about it." She told me. "Just be yourself. Terri, you've just
got to get used to the fact that you really are a woman. Hell, you're having
a period right now. How female can you get?"
I had to laugh at that. "I guess you're right." I said. "But, you still
have to help me get ready tomorrow. I have no idea how to pick out something
to wear, and remember what I told you about Margie telling me to wear a short
skirt, about how her boss likes to look at her legs. Well, I'm not sure if I
should go along with that idea, what if he tries something?"
"Mr. Robertson?" Sam exclaimed. "He won't try anything, he's too wrapped up
in his work and besides, his wife would kill him."
"I wish I could be that sure about it." I said.
"Don't worry about it." She told me. "Sometimes you can just tell what a
man's going to do, and, besides, even if he did try or say something, just
tell him no. And, mean it! That's all you've got to do, you're a big girl,
you can take care of yourself."
"I wish I could be as sure of that as you are." I told her.
"Well, Terri, now your really finding out how the other half lives." Sam
said, with a little bit of a smile. I wished she could have been more
sympathetic.
"And don't worry about what to wear." She continued. "I'll help you pick
something out later on."
"Okay, thanks." I tried to sound convinced that everything was going to be
all right.
We continued talking and I told her about going bike riding and how sore I
got between my legs. "I always thought you guys felt the same thing." She
commented. "I just always assumed it bothered you too, but that you 'toughed
it out'. I know how macho you big guys are." She said with a smile and
reached over and punched me on the arm.
"Owww!" I said, putting on an act and rubbing my arm. "That hurts."
"Just kidding." Sam said. "It doesn't, uh....., I mean, it didn't hurt you,
down there I mean, between your legs, when you used to go for those long
rides?"
"No." I told her. "And I miss riding my bike. That one of yours is a lot
heavier and I sure not as strong as I used to be."
"Well....." She said. "Terri, I guess you're just going to have to get used
to it for now, but I find I'm always more tender in that area during my
period. It might be better in a few days."
Later, after Sam had showered she came out of the bathroom and started to lay
out her clothes for the next day. "I think I'll wear my beige suit, and my
matching pumps." She told me. "And, now for you....., let's see what we can
find." She disappeared back into the closet.
She reappeared carrying a dark red dress on a hanger. "This should be just
right. It's short but not too short and it looks professional, but still
feminine."
"Uh...., I don't know about that, it looks awful short to me." I said. "And
I'd prefer not to look too feminine, thank you!"
"You'll look just fine." She said. "And I've got matching underwear that
should be perfect under this dress."
"Great....., just great." Was all I could say.
I spent the entire evening as mermaid Barbie, wanting to have the full twelve
hours of human form available to me the next day. Sleep didn't come easy
because I was so nervous.
The sound of the alarm the next morning came much too soon and I woke up with
my long hair twisted around me. As before, I stayed in bed, in mermaid form,
waiting for Sam to shower and get ready. Just as she came out of the
bathroom, still drying her hair with a towel, I had an idea. "Sam, why don't
you go in a little later today? That way, you can help me get dressed and
ready, and then we can drive in together, and I'll just wait in your office
until ten o'clock. No sense me driving you in and then coming back home and
getting ready by myself. If I have to do it that way, I won't have much time
to try and get my makeup and hair done by myself."
"Okay, okay." Sam said. "I know you're nervous, I suppose I can do that for
you."
We had a light breakfast and then Sam took some time to get start getting
herself ready. I changed into my duplicate Samantha body, and showered,
finding that even with my period, it felt awfully good when I washed my
breasts. I was standing in the bedroom holding up the dress and looking at
it, when she came into the room wearing just her bra, panties and pantyhose.
"Does it have to be red?" I asked. "Don't you have something in black, and
maybe just a little longer while your at it?"
"It's not red, it's cranberry! And will you stop worrying, Terri? You're
going to do just fine. That dress will be just right."
"Cranberry, huh......, well, whatever you say." I told her "Should I get
dressed first, or should I do my makeup and hair first?"
She handed me some lacy, red under things and said, "If you didn't have your
period, I've got some nicer panties than these, but since you've got to wear
a pad this will have to do. Get your underwear on and then I'll help you
with your makeup." She told me as she was digging through a dresser drawer
for something.
"Yeah, my period." I said. "Can't I just wear use a tampon? They're a lot
more comfortable than those thick pads."
"I think you ought to use the pads." Sam said. "They're more reliable and I
don't want any stains on that dress or underwear." I put on the bra,
adjusting the fit of my breasts in the cups and then, after putting a pad
into the panties, pulled them on, very aware of the bulk between my legs.
Sam closed the drawer and handed me a package of pantyhose.
"Awww... Sam, do you really think I need to wear these?" I complained.
"Yes you do." She told me in no uncertain terms. "I want you to look just
right so you get that job. And get a nail file and fix that one nail of
yours, it looks a little ragged and I don't want you ruining that pair of
pantyhose. That color's hard to find." She pointed at the bathroom.
"There's a file in the drawer in the bathroom."
"Yes, dear." I said, feeling more nervous by the minute.
After filing my nails smooth and letting Sam inspect them, I went to get
dressed. "Do you want to try a little nail polish?" Sam asked. "I have
some that dries pretty quickly, and it's in a shade that would look good with
that dress."
"Let's not get too carried away." I told her. "Pantyhose on top of makeup
is enough for one day. I don't think they'll refuse to hire me if I don't
wear any nail polish."
"Okay, okay...., maybe your getting enough of a lesson today. Hmmm....!"
She looked at me thoughtfully. "I wonder what would happen to any nail
polish you're wearing if you change back to a mermaid? We'll have to try
that some time and see what happens."
I sat on the edge of the bed and bunched up the legs of the pantyhose one at
a time, as I had seen Samantha do, and then pulled them up my own legs. I
stood up and pulled the panty part up to my waist and wiggled and pulled at
them to get them to fit properly in the crotch. "I've seen you do this so
many times," I said. "I never thought I'd be doing it one day."
The pantyhose covered my bottom half in red, or cranberry as Sam called it,
but they were completely sheer from toe to waist, and you could clearly see
my red panties underneath. I turned sideways and looked in the mirror. I
ran my hands down my flat stomach, feeling the smooth, almost shiny fabric.
Sam was right, they did make my legs look great.
She came up beside me and we stood together looking in the mirror. Identical
twin blondes, me in red bra and with red legs, and Samantha in tan colored
underwear and flesh toned pantyhose. "Weird, isn't it?" she asked.
"Tell me about it!" I answered.
I walked over to Sam's makeup dresser, feeling my lycra-covered legs rubbing
together as I did. It was A very strange sensation to somebody used to
cotton jockey shorts and sweat socks. For some reason the way the pantyhose
fit emphasized, again, the lack of something between my legs as I walked. I
had thought I was beginning to get used to the emptiness there, but it was
obviously going to take longer to get used to this reformed anatomy than only
a few days. I sat down, the chair feeling cold through the thin material
covering my butt and legs, and I could feel the small lump of the sanitary
pad in my panties. Sam came over to help me with my makeup.
"Let's see what you can do on your own." She said. "I'll just give advice
and help if you need it."
I started by working on my hair, getting it to look pretty good without much
help from Samantha. She nodded her head in approval of my efforts. Then it
was on to the more difficult task of makeup. With more than just a little
help from Sam, I managed to complete the task. Looking from her face to
mine, in the mirror, we didn't look completely identical. She had me use
some different shades of the various cremes and powders, and my lipstick was
darker than the pink color she was wearing.
"A little perfume?" Sam asked, handing me a small bottle. "I don't usually
wear much, but a little is nice and this one isn't too strong."
"I don't know.....," I started to say no, but I had kind of liked how it
smelled when Linda sprayed some on me a couple of days before, so....., why
not. "What the hell, OK, but just a little. I don't want to go around
smelling up the place." Sam just shook her head and watched as I sprayed a
little on my neck.
After she had pronounced my appearance acceptable, it was time to finish
dressing. Sam started to put on her blouse and skirt and I picked up my
dress from the bed and looked at it. "Do I pull it over my head, or what?"
I asked, unsure of how to put it on.
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