Tails

by Lhynn Cooper
Chapter 6

.......... "You want to make love to me?" She asked. "I don't think I can do that now, Terry."

.......... "I know, I know." I said. "It's just that the desire is still there, maybe even stronger. This body seems to be more, oh, I don't know what word to use, more sensual than my male body used to be. Maybe it's just that I'm feeling sensations that I never did before and I'm curious."

.......... She replied, "If I had been turned into a man, would you want to have sex with me that way."

.......... "I know what you're saying." I said. "You're probably right. I probably wouldn't want to if that had happened to you."

.......... "I'm sorry." She said, then asked, "Why do men seem to think that all women are closet bisexuals?"

.......... "I guess we watch too many X-rated movies when we're young." I said. "I'd like to think that loving you like I do, though, if you had been turned into a man, maybe I would have at least given it a try, just for you."

.......... "Well," She said, thoughtfully, "Maybe I we'll give it a try, but at least give me a chance to get used to seeing you like this. It's only been a day, and that tail of yours' and that figure are still a shock to me. It's still hard to think of you in there." She paused and asked, "You're really feeling that horny?"

.......... "Yeah, I guess I am." I answered. "Assuming that this is what a horny mermaid feels like."

.......... "I don't know," She said, "Let's get ready for bed and see what happens, but I'm not promising anything."

.......... She went back into the bathroom and started to dry her hair. I reached up and turned down the covers on the bed and then wriggled myself up into the bed and leaned back against the pillows, my tail stretched out on the bed. I looked down at myself and touched my groin and then slid a finger into the hidden entrance to my vagina. No doubt about it, I was really wet down there. I heard the toilet flush and pulled my finger out. Samantha came out of the bathroom, wearing the nightgown I had just taken off. She looked beautiful.

.......... "That looks great on you, honey." I said. "It always does. You look just as beautiful as the day we got married."

.......... "No I don't." She replied. "I'm almost thirty now, and my tits and butt are starting to sag and I feel like I'm getting fat." She looked herself up and down in the mirror, then turned to look over her shoulder at her backside. She still looked like a swimsuit model to me and I told her so.

.......... "Your just saying that to get in my pants." She teased, then said, "Talk about swimsuit models, though, you could model them yourself, or at least bikini tops. Look at you! You don't look a day over nineteen or twenty at most, and that waist, I'd kill to have a waist that small."

.......... "You're not doing my male ego any good." I said, trying to kid along with her, but actually getting depressed again.

.......... She came over and sat on the bed, then pulled her legs up and lay next to me, both of us leaning back against the pillows. She put her hand on mine and we lay side by side for a while, neither of us talking, both thinking.

.......... She finally sat up and turned towards me, sitting cross-legged. The short nightgown didn't begin to cover her pubic region, and the way she was sitting pulled her labia partly open. She reached out and touched me on the tail, near my hip, and slowly began to run her finger up and down the scales covering what used to be my left leg. "Close your eyes." She said softly. I felt her lean over and turn off the light on the nightstand. I put my hand on her leg and started to move it up her thigh.

.......... "No, not yet." She said, quietly. She continued to stroke my tail with her left hand and then touched my breast with her right. She began to move her fingers slowly around the nipple, which stiffened immediately. "Does that feel good?"

.......... "Oh yeah." I said. "Real good. They're so sensitive." She continued for a while, alternating between breasts with her right hand, and getting closer and closer to my small, 'pubic mound', with her left. I was beginning to get lost in the sensations. My tail was quivering and I could feel some kind of muscular contractions in my groin area. I was just enough aware of things to think, "When I get back to normal, I'm going to be a lot more gentle with Samantha, a soft, light touch is best."

.......... As good as this felt, I slowly realized that something was wrong. I should be the one doing the arousing. During the years we had been married, there had been plenty of times when Sam had made it plain that she wanted sex. In fact, one of the best things about our marriage, was that our sex drives seemed evenly matched. But, after the initial moves, she had always let me be the aggressor and take the dominant role. Even though Samantha had what could be called a non-traditional job for a woman, and had been, for most of our marriage, the primary wage earner, in the bedroom, we both accepted and enjoyed the traditional male and female roles.

.......... Now, even though I was enjoying the sensations of this body, I was beginning to feel the need to be the dominant partner. My dominant-thinking male mind was at odds with this passive female, role I was attempting to play. Thinking and sex don't go well together, and Samantha could feel the difference in my responses to her. She slowly stopped what she was doing and asked what was wrong. I didn't say anything, but, sat up, intending to try and assume a less passive posture than laying flat on my back. The anatomy of this body, however, wouldn't allow that. The obviously feminine curves and the slim, graceful arms and hands coupled with the mermaid tail just wouldn't allow me to assume a position to play the dominant role the way I used to, and still wanted to.

.......... I told Samantha to lay back down on the bed. I curled my tail under me and assumed kind of a 'kneeling' position at her side. I began to do to her, the same things she had been doing to me. As I attempted to lean over and kiss her on the breasts, my long hair fell down and kept getting in the way. Having only a tail instead of two legs, meant that I had to use both arms to support myself above her. I couldn't straddle her with my legs, as I used to. I could no longer do the well-practiced motions that had aroused her before.

.......... Becoming frustrated with the long hair, I finally lay down next to her so I could at least use my hands to touch and stroke her. Leaning up on one elbow, I continued to try and arouse her. I cupped her breast and slowly and gently squeezed the nipple, remembering how good it felt on mine. I could feel some response in them and after a while, moved my hand down her stomach, to her groin. I watched my hand as I moved it. I was still not used to the slim fingers and long silvery nails. It was as though someone else were doing this, not me. Before the change, laying next to her beautiful, naked body, I would, by now, have had a throbbing erection. I was still aroused, but now, although there was some similarity to male arousal, at the same time, it was all different.

.......... There was still some feeling of swelling or engorgement in the groin, but it was all internal. Hidden. There was not the intense pressure for immediate penetration and the relief that ejaculation would bring. Just being aroused was pleasant, without the feeling of urgency that arousal had always brought before.

.......... As I touched Samantha's vaginal opening, I did not feel the expected copious moisture that was usually there. I continued gently fondling and stroking for a time, and then slowed and stopped when it was apparent she was not responding as I had hoped.

.......... "No good?" I asked.

.......... She opened her eyes and softly said, "I'm sorry, it's just not the same." I saw her eyes move down my body, from the breasts to the fins and back to my groin. "It's not the same." She said again. "There's something missing."

.......... "Yeah, I miss it too." I said. I looked down at myself. "It feels good, maybe even better than before in some ways. But I think what's missing is the difference. I mean, the equipment should be interlocking, not matching." I looked at her and smiled. "The thing is, you still turn me on. The packaging may be different, but in my head, I'm still me."

.......... "I'm sorry." She said, putting her hand on mine. "I'm still trying to get used to this. Don't give up on me yet. We'll try again. I'm just so tired tonight and I can't help thinking about tomorrow."

.......... I leaned over and kissed her. "Thanks for trying, I still love you so much." I sat up, pushing hair out of my face. "Damn this hair. We've got to find that woman and kid."

.......... Samantha just wanted sleep. We both made trips to bathroom, and Sam put on a pair of pajamas and asked if I wanted something to wear. I got the feeling that she would feel more comfortable sharing the bed with me if I did wear something, so I let her get me one of her cotton pajama tops. Even though it was a rather plain solid color, essentially pretty much like a regular shirt, the buttons were on the opposite side. Why did everything have to be so different?

.......... I told Sam that I didn't know if I would be able to go right to sleep, and she brought me a book that I had been trying to finish. She helped me tie my hair back in some kind of pony-tail that kept it pretty much out of my face, then she got into bed. We lay side by side for a short while, holding hands, and then she kissed me and turned over to go to sleep. I think she was out in less then a minute. I read for a while, keeping the light on my nightstand on low. I noticed that I seemed to be able to see much better in low light now. My eyes did not seem any more sensitive to bright light, they just seemed much more efficient in low light. I figured it was probably something to do with being able to see underwater, where the light level would be much lower than above the surface. So many new things to learn about this body.

.......... I finally put the book down and turned out the light. I lay under the covers, in the dark, thinking. What to do? How to find that woman? How would Samantha and I live if we never found her? If I were forced to live in this body, what would happen if anyone found out about me? Although it was actually quite an interesting experience being a mermaid, a real living, breathing, mythological creature, and I really did want to find out what it was like to swim in this form, I strongly wanted my old self back. I missed being able to move around without the wheelchair and I didn't want to have to hide in the house all the time. What would I tell my parents? Or Samantha's parents, for that matter? The image of Sam's father was a sobering thought.

.......... And, I missed the closeness that sex with Samantha always brought. I felt so bad about not being able to satisfy her desires the way I used to. I felt my body under the covers, running my hand down from breast to stomach and down to my tail, still amazed at the tiny waist and wider hips. I wondered, without legs, could they still be called hips? I felt the strange, new sensations of the softer skin, the breasts and nipples, and the totally alien feeling of my scales. I ran my hand across the groin area of my lower half, still amazed at the smooth contours and lack of protruding male genitals that I had felt there for 30 years. I was still gently caressing my breasts as sleep overtook me.

.......... The alarm went off at six AM. I had been sleeping soundly and dreamlessly, my face buried in the pillow. I opened my eyes and reached to turn off the alarm and was startled at the sight of my slim, hairless arm and the hair in my face. Then, it all came back and I lay back down on my stomach with a groan, immediately aware of my breasts pressed against the mattress. Samantha sat up and stretched, and then looked at me and asked if I was all right. I just groaned again and turned over on my back. She leaned over, pushed the hair away from my lips and kissed me. "I've got to get ready for work." She said.

.......... She got up and went into the bathroom. The sound of water tinkling into the toilet reminded me that my own bladder needed emptying. I heard water running in the sink and the sounds of her washing up. I sat up, pulled the wheelchair up to the bed and got into it. I rolled over to the bathroom door and then out of the chair, down to the floor, dragged myself through the door and got up on the toilet. I didn't think I would ever get used to peeing like this. Samantha was washing her face, she grabbed a towel, dried, and asked how I was doing. "Just great." I replied. "I'm unemployed, I'm wearing my wife's pajamas, I can't walk, I've got to sit down just to take a leak, and, Oh, Yeah, by the way, I'm a mermaid. Can it get any better than this?"

.......... "Well, hopefully it's not for too much longer." She said. "Try not to get too depressed. Wash up a little and come on out to the kitchen. I'm going to make a little breakfast and then I've got to get dressed."

.......... She put on her robe and left. I sat glumly on the toilet for a while, staring at my tail. I finally finished, wiped and slid back down to the floor. I slid over to the bathtub, leaned over the edge and washed up in the tub. After some drying and trying to get my hair under control, I joined Sam in the kitchen. She was just finishing up some scrambled eggs and toast. I rolled up to the table in my wheelchair. I realized I was really hungry. As we sat and ate we talked about what to do today.

.......... "I don't know what time I'll be home tonight, Terry. The first day, I want to make a good impression."

.......... "I know." I replied. "I'll be okay. Linda said she was coming over and at lunch time, we'll go over to the restaurant and see if that woman and kid show up again."

.......... "I don't know how soon they'll go back there to eat." She said. "Don't be too surprised if they don't show up today." She got up and began to clear the table. "I've got to get ready. I'll wash these up tonight."

.......... I followed her down the hall to the bedroom. She took off her robe and began to get underwear out of the dresser. "You should probably wear this." She said, handing me a brassiere. "It's not that uncomfortable, in spite of what some women claim. When you've got tits the size of ours, you need the support."

.......... "Just what I need to cheer me up." I said, holding it at arms length. "Tits the size of ours! Isn't that a rather indelicate way to put it?"

.......... "You better get used to them, at least for the near future." She replied. "They can be fun sometimes, didn't that feel good last night?"

.......... "Yeah, they sure did, I guess. How do I put this on, anyway?" She came over and helped me. It was a sports bra. It just pulled over the head, no fasteners. I took off the pajama top and pulled it on like a T-shirt, down over my breasts and pulled it around until it seemed to fit. It was a bit tighter than I thought it would be, and said so.

.......... "I don't think it's too tight." She said. "It looks like it fits okay. It's supposed to be snug to support you while exercising. That's why it's so stretchy. What else do you want to wear, now? Do you want a shirt of mine, or something?"

.......... "Just give me a T-shirt." I said "And, please, no pink!"

.......... "Okay, okay." She replied. "Here try this, it's long enough to help cover your tail and it should fit. We're almost the same size now." She handed me a short sleeve top of hers, dark green in color. "I usually wear this with tights or leggings. I like it because it's long enough to cover my butt."

.......... I pulled the top on and down over myself. I pulled it down around my hips and under my rear end. It was long enough that it just covered my pubic mound. I looked down at myself and then in the mirror. "It'll do, but, my God, these tits seem to really stick out, don't they?"

.......... "You look fine." She said. "You're just not used to them yet. The bra will help cover up your nipples."

.......... She was right, in the mirror, I looked normal, or at least normal from the waist up. The rest of me was a life-size, Barbie doll mermaid. She helped me comb my hair and showed me how to pin it up and keep it out of my face and how to tie it back in a pony-tail. "You should practice this today." She said. "It'll make it easier if you can get good at taking care of your own hair. It's not really that hard."

.......... "I will." I said. "But, I still think it would be easier if I just cut it short."

.......... "Don't be such a baby." She scolded. "Women deal with long hair all the time without complaining about it, and some men have it too. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."

.......... She was right. We were going to have a hard enough time if I weren't able to take care of myself. Samantha had to concentrate on her new job, and I had to concentrate on getting back to normal. I rolled myself back to the kitchen to try and clean up a little while Sam finished getting ready for work. I found that trying to do things from a wheelchair was a real challenge. Working from the lower position, coupled with my new, shorter, weaker arms made everything difficult. I did as much as I could and sat in the kitchen, waiting for Samantha.

.......... She finally came in, saw what I did, smiled and said, "You didn't have to do that, but thanks." She put away the things that I couldn't reach, and came over to me.

.......... "I've got to go. I'm not sure when I'll be home, but I'll give you a call during the day." She put her hand on my arm and kissed me lightly on the lips. "It's not exactly like kissing the old you, but it's not too bad. I can tell you're still in there." She said with a smile.

.......... "I'll be fine." I said. "Linda will be here some time this morning, so don't worry about me, just concentrate on the new job."

.......... Samantha took her car and left for work. For the first time since my transformation, I was alone. I turned on the TV, but couldn't get interested in anything that was on. I turned it off and rolled into the bedroom. After a trip to the bathroom, I decided to practice with my hair. In front of the mirror, I worked with the comb and brush, trying to remember everything she had shown me. She was right, a little practice and I could at least keep the hair out of my face.