On the way home, Samantha kept asking why I just didn't let the salesman do
his job and couldn't understand it when I told her that I felt demeaned
somehow, by having to ask for help. "But, you shouldn't feel that way." She
told me. "That box was way too heavy for us. There's nothing wrong with
asking for help." She paused and smiled and patted me on the knee.
"Besides, sometimes it's fun to act a little helpless and have a big, strong
man do whatever you want him to."
I knew she was right, but it didn't make me feel much better. I just
muttered a couple of epithets and didn't say anything more until we were home.
Getting the box out of the trunk, once we were home, was almost as difficult
as getting it in. Fortunately, gravity was on our side, and we were just
able to slide it over the edge of the trunk and it literally fell out of the
trunk and on to the driveway, just missing my foot. From there I was able to
cut the box open and get the lawnmower out. As we stood there, puffing from
our exertions, Sam sarcastically asked, "Feel better now?"
"Much better!" I said. "I told you we didn't need help."
Sunday night, after a lot of housework, yard work, and helping Sam do
laundry, I was taking a shower. I was exhausted; every bit of work seemed
harder in this body. Whoever had coined the phrase, 'the weaker sex', was
at least right about that part of being female. At least a dozen times over
the two days, I had really missed my old muscles. I didn't notice it so much
in my legs, they felt almost as strong as my old ones. But, my upper body
strength didn't even seem to be a quarter of what it was before my change.
Even simple tasks like raking and mowing just seemed to take so much effort.
I was rubbing my chest with the soapy washcloth and feeling the warm water on
my back, when I found myself kind of daydreaming. I started off thinking of
how Sam and I used to do a lot of fooling around on a lazy Sunday evening. I
was thinking of the things we used to do to each other's bodies and how good
it felt, when I suddenly realized, I was getting a little turned on. I
wanted sex. With the end of my menstrual period, my interest in sex seemed
to have returned.
I noticed that my nipples were getting hard and I could feel that little
tingle between my legs that signified arousal for a woman. I decided that I
would try and talk Sam into a little lovemaking after my shower.
I finished up and dried off, knowing that it wouldn't be long before I had to
go back to being mermaid Barbie. Sam and I hadn't made love since I had
become her part-time twin sister. I was kind of curious as to whether sex
would feel different in a human female body than it did as a mermaid.
Samantha had already showered and was curled up on the couch in the living
room, watching television. She seemed to have kind of a far-off look on her
face as I came into the room, wearing just a bathrobe, and rubbing a towel
over my hair. "Ready for bed?" I asked. "I'm going to have to change back
pretty soon anyway, and we both have to go to work tomorrow."
"Sounds good to me." She answered, seeming to wake up a little.
She got up and turned off the TV and as we walked into the bedroom, I put my
arm around her and gently pulled her close; which used to by my subtle
message that I was looking for more than sleep. It didn't seem quite the
same, now that we were the same size.
In the bedroom, I took off my robe and went into the bathroom to hang it on
the back of the door. Sam was also wearing a robe and when I came back in,
she was taking hers off, and I saw she was wearing one of her nightgowns. I
walked up to her and put my arms around her and kissed her. She responded,
kind of awkwardly, putting her arms around my neck. "Up for a little fun
tonight?" I asked.
"It's funny you should ask that." She replied, smiling at me. "I was just
sitting on the couch, thinking of how you used to try and get in my pants
almost every Sunday night."
"Well, you're not wearing any right now." I said. "That should make it
easier."
"You men!" She said, shaking her head and smiling. "You're all alike, all
you ever think about is sex."
I kissed her again, and then we sat on the bed, side by side. I started to
kiss her neck and shoulders, running my hands lightly up and down her thigh.
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
After a few minutes, I noticed that although she was letting my do whatever I
wanted, she didn't seem to be responding. The strange thing was the arousal
that I had come into the bedroom with, seemed to be waning also. Finally I
stopped and just sat there.
Samantha opened her eyes and said, "What's wrong, Honey?"
"I don't know." I told her. "Something seems to be missing. In the shower,
a little while ago, I couldn't wait to make love. But now....., I just don't
know." I paused for a moment, then said, "You didn't seem to be too
interested either."
Sam pulled herself up on the bed and leaned against the pillows. "I think I
know what it is." She said. "I don't want you to take this the wrong way,
Terri, but....., well....., I just can't seem to get too interested in having
sex with myself."
"But..., I'm not you." I said. "I'm me, myself, Terri...., well, you know
what I mean."
"I know what you mean." She said. "But imagine the old you, the male you,
trying to get excited over having sex with me if I had been turned into your
twin brother. Would that be exciting to you?"
"I guess your right." I said, trying to visualize that image in my head.
"But you seemed to do all right the other night, and I was just as female
then."
"I don't fully understand it either, Terri. I've definitely never been
interested in any kind of sex with another woman before, but that mermaid
body of yours does things to people. Maybe it's part of the magic spell or
something, but that tail and those beautiful scales, they are just so erotic."
I pulled myself up and lay next to her, putting my hand on hers. "Maybe you
are onto something, Sam?" I said. "I just didn't seem to be able to enjoy it
that much either. But, maybe I just sensed that you weren't enjoying it, and
it kind of turned me off, too?"
"Maybe a little." She said. "But I think the real reason is that you really
are a duplicate of me, and I'm just not into women. Mermaids maybe, but not
other women, especially my twin sister." She smiled. "Remember the old
saying, 'Like kissing your sister'?"
"What are you saying?" I asked. I didn't like the direction this was heading
in. "Are you trying to tell me that I'm....., uh...., well, what are you
trying to tell me?"
"Terri, honey, with the small exception of a certain mermaid, I'm into men,
not women. And now...., as my exact duplicate, I think you might be too."
"Oh, no! Not that!" I said, shaking my head. "That is definitely not going
to happen, no way!"
"Oh, don't worry about it, honey." She told me, with a very serious look on
her face. "You can't help it, and I'm sure you'll get changed back before
the urges get just too strong for you to resist." She paused. "And, if you
don't, well...., just go with the flow. You can always take Chuck up on his
offer."
I guess the look of shock on my face was just too much, and she started
laughing. "Calm down, honey, I'm just kidding. Although, I think I'm on the
right track about why neither of us seems too interested in the other right
now."
I still didn't like the idea of it, but I said, "You don't suppose that's why
I felt like that when I looked at that magazine ad?" I was also thinking
that would explain a lot about the feelings I had looking at Bob and also the
waiter in the restaurant. It was an unsettling thought.
"Probably." Sam answered. "In your mermaid body, you seemed pretty much like
your old self, at least mentally. Although, who knows what magic and mermaid
hormones can do to a male mind over time. When you're my twin sister, you've
got a normal human female body, exactly like me, and you know how much I
really like sex with a man." She smiled and paused, then went on.
"Especially sex with the old you, but, I wouldn't be a bit surprised to find
that new body sending some normal, female messages to your male mind, and
maybe your mind is starting to listen."
"Jeez, Sam....., you sure know how to depress a guy." She was making some
sense, and that scared me. "You don't really think I'm going to go out and
start chasing guys now, do you?"
"Of course not!" She answered. "You may be a woman, but you can still
control yourself. Women don't just swoon helplessly before a man. Just
because you may be tempted a little, or curious about something, doesn't mean
you've go to try it out. Besides, Kathy and little Patricia will probably
have you back to normal before too long, so don't worry your pretty little
head about it." The last part she said with a grin.
"It's kind of depressing though." I said. "After going through having a
period, and all the stress of getting a job, I was kind of looking forward to
a little relaxing fun tonight. It's kind of frustrating. I still feel I
want sex, I want to make love, but now we can't do much about it."
"Say, isn't it about time for mermaid Barbie to make her appearance? Why
don't you re-grow that beautiful tail of yours and let's see what happens?
While you're doing that, I've got to pee, then I'll be right back."
She got up and hurried into the bathroom.
I hadn't kept close track of the time, and even though we had slept late in
the morning, it was almost twelve hours since I had changed to human form.
Now that I thought about it, I was beginning to feel that slight nervousness
in my legs that signaled I would soon have to change back into a mermaid. I
moved over and sat on the edge of the mattress and concentrated. In only a
couple of seconds the change was done and I had long silvery-blond hair and
fingernails to match and my legs had pulled themselves together, merged, and
reformed into my mermaid tail covered with shiny scales. It felt good, that
was my normal form now.
I pulled myself back up on the bed, and curled my tail around so I could
touch my tail fin. Even though I was beginning to get used to it, seeing my
lower half covered in scales and ending in a fin was still an amazing sight.
I sat on the bed, idly running my fingers over my scales. I looked at the
slight mound that hid the entrance to my vagina and ran my hand over it, the
pressure of my fingers feeling very good. With my other hand, I cupped one
of my breasts, feeling the soft skin covering the firm flesh. I rubbed my
fingers over the already firm nipple, feeling it stiffen even more. I was
really getting turned on. I hoped that Sam was right about being able to
respond better to me as a mermaid.
I clearly remembered what it had felt like, as a male, to go without sex when
I was horny. Sometimes I had wanted sex and Sam had either been away or just
not in the mood, and unless I yielded to masturbation, getting to sleep could
be a real problem. Now I was afraid of the same thing happening, and I had
to get up and go to work in the morning. Not only at a new job, but as a
whole new person of a different sex. I sure hoped Samantha had been right
about finding mermaids sexy.
I realized that it had been unfair of me to expect her to make love with me
just as if everything had been normal. I thought about what she had said
about how I would have reacted if she had become male. I tried to imagine
the old, male me, in bed with another man....., and not just any man, but my
twin. It was an image that didn't come easily to me. In fact, I couldn't do
it at all. I forced a mental image of myself touching another man in a
sexual manner. The problem was, every time I did that, I realized the man
was not my twin, but was the faceless guy in the magazine ad. And I wasn't
the old male me, I was always female. I just couldn't seem to imagine myself
as anything else. I clearly remembered being male, but the memories of male
physical sensations were now overlaid with other, female ones.
Trying to remember what it had felt like to push my erect penis into Sam's
slit, just brought the feelings of what it felt like to have her, or Linda,
perform oral sex on my female body. The physical sensations of an erect male
organ as opposed to similarly aroused female genitalia, while similar in some
respects, just were not the same. Every time my mind said 'penis', my body
responded with 'clitoris'.
I was on the bed, eyes closed, rubbing a breast with one hand and stroking my
mound with the other when Sam I heard Sam say, "Starting without me, honey?"
I quickly stopped my self-stimulation and felt myself blushing, but then I
grinned when I saw her give me a sly little smile. The smile that she used
when she really, really wanted to make love and wanted to let me know it.
She was naked and standing next to the bed. I could smell that she had put
on a little perfume and had run a comb through her hair.
"Don't be embarrassed." She said. "I know you're feeling frisky, I always do
too when my period's over. Here, let me touch that beautiful tail of yours."
She sat next to me on the bed and started gently running her hand up and down
the upper part of my tail, on what had been my thighs. I put my hands on the
bed behind me and leaned back, closing my eyes. Her hands occasionally
brushed the mound in my lap, causing a tingle that made me shiver and caused
my tail fin to curl a little. My nipples were hard and begged for attention.
I lay all the way back, reaching up with one hand to rub Samantha's back,
and using the other to massage my breast and nipple.
"Get all the way up on the bed." She said to me. "It's easier that way."
I pulled myself up, and lay across the bed, my tail fin just hanging slightly
over the edge. Sam climbed up and straddled me, on knee on each side, just
where my old hips would have been. With her legs spread apart, she was
sitting with her own vulva pressed against mine. She pressed against me
rubbing our female genitals together, slowly, up and back. As she was doing
that, I very gently rubbed the inner part of her thighs with my fingertips.
I was lying there, watching her breasts Bob gently up and down with the
motion of her body against mine. I was almost in a dream-like state of
arousal. The rubbing felt soooo good. I wanted it to go on all night, but
Sam finally stopped and just sat on my lap, breathing heavily.
"Whew..., that's hard to do." She said, between puffs. "I'm not used to
doing all the work, that's usually your job." She smiled as I reached up and
gently rubbed her nipples. I pulled my tail up and bent it as if I were
pulling up my knees, and rested my fin on the bed as if I still had feet.
Sam gently leaned back against my tail for a minute as I moved my hands down
and rubbed her thigh with one and tickled her pubic hair lightly with the
other.
"I've got to stretch my legs out." She said, climbing off and laying down
next to me.
We hugged and kissed for a while, lying on our sides. I could feel how warm
she was, and I could feel her soft breasts with the hard little points of the
nipples pressed against my own.
At the same time, I was using one of the tips of my tail fin to massage her
feet. I had become quite adept at moving it, and even though it was mostly
cartilage and didn't quite have the same dexterity or feeling as finger, it
had enough feeling in it to be able to just ever so gently, touch and
stimulate her skin.
After a while, she rolled on her back and I propped my head up with one arm
and continued to run the other hand up and down her body, while doing the
same to her feet and lower legs with my tail fin. I moved my hand down to
her crotch, and she spread her legs apart to make room for it. She was so
moist that I could feel it on the fine hairs above her slit. I pushed a
couple of fingers between the outer lips, slowly moving them around, knowing,
from personal experience, just how firmly and just how quickly to move them.
I leaned over, resting on my elbow, and began to nibble softly at one of her
nipples, occasionally running my tongue around it. Eventually, she shivered
a little and said, "Ooooh...., too sensitive, do the other one for a while."
I couldn't reach it from that position and had to pull my tail up and try to
balance on it and my two hands while leaning over her. It wasn't as easy to
do as when I had two legs and knees to support myself and two arms that were
a lot stronger than my slim mermaid ones. I managed, however and by the time
my arms were getting weak and my tail tired from straining to balance, she
was reaching up to touch me, slightly arching her back and pushing upward
with her crotch, telling me it was time to pay more attention to that area.
I moved down and she pulled her knees up and apart. I lay between them on my
stomach, my tail hanging down onto the floor.
Oral sex like that was easier and very familiar. I had done it many times
before to Samantha. The main difference was that instead of feeling my
hardening cock between my stomach and the bed, I felt the soft pillow of my
breasts and the pleasant pressure of my vulva against the mattress.
I used my tongue on her genitalia as I had been doing for years and it didn't
take long before Sam reached orgasm, almost squeezing my head between her
legs in the midst of it. "Ooooh...., that was good!" She said, as much to
herself as to me.
A little while later, I was lying on my back, and Sam was kneeling over me,
running her tongue over my whole body. Occasionally she would spend a few
moments sucking and tweaking one of my nipples with her lips. It wasn't long
before I was also arching my back and trying to urge her head down towards my
scale covered mound. She slowly worked her way down my body, spending a lot
of time caressing and kissing the area where my human skin turned to shiny
scales. I seemed to be especially sensitive around there and even before her
mouth or fingers touched my clitoris, I experienced a small orgasm.
My clenched muscles and quivering tail fin caused Sam to sense what had
happened and she moved her mouth back up to one of my nipples, gently sucking
on it, which greatly enhanced the climax and extended it. As I slowly
relaxed and started breathing again, she kissed me and then worked her way
back down my body to my vaginal mound, moving more quickly than before.
She first gently kneaded the area around my slit and then, when she sensed I
was becoming even more aroused, she held the labial lips open and began
direct stimulation of my clitoris. It was almost like throwing a switch, and
in less than a minute I climaxed again. That one made me almost forget about
the first. I actually put my hand on the back of Sam's head, to keep her
tongue in contact with me, and my tail moved from side to side, almost out of
my control. In the dim bedroom light, I sensed an explosion of colors in my
head and actually felt as if I was going to pass out from pleasure.
After that I had to rest for awhile. I was lying on the bed, my head on a
pillow and Samantha was lying almost crosswise on the mattress, using my tail
as her pillow. I stroked her hair and realized she had fallen asleep. As
pleasant as it was to feel her head resting on me, I had to pee and so I
gently woke her up.
It took quite an effort to reacquire my legs so I could walk to the bathroom,
and as soon as I sat on the toilet, even before I could relieve myself, my
legs merged back into a tail. Sam was watching me from the bed and laughed a
little.
"Want me to get your wheelchair, little mermaid?" She asked.
I told her I thought I would be able to get back to bed by myself and spent
the next few minutes urinating. I found that the while having sex as a
female always seemed to make me have to pee, that it took awhile to get the
muscles to relax once I was on the toilet, so that I could get the liquid
out. Life was definitely more complicated for females, and it was even more
so for me, since at least half the time I was urinating out of a different
orifice than the previous time. I wondered what would happen if I tried to
make the change while I was in the middle of peeing. Would the stream
suddenly stop coming out from between my legs and start coming out of my
butt, or would I just not be able to change while going? I decided not to
experiment at that time.
Later, we lay in bed, hugging each other. I loved Sam so much; what other
wife would do for her husband what she had done for me earlier?
The next morning I found that changing back to human was still difficult. I
obviously had not changed into mermaid Barbie soon enough the previous
evening. I was going to have to keep better track of the time.
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