Tails

by Lhynn Cooper
Chapter 7

.......... After I had practiced for a while, I just sat, staring at myself in the mirror. I studied my new, delicate features. The large, green eyes, dainty ears and nose and flawless skin, while very easy to look at, were just not me. I pulled off the shirt and then the bra. I rolled over to the bed and climbed onto it. I sat and again studied my new body. I was aware that even without trying, I moved in a graceful, feminine manner that, If I thought about it, was embarrassing to my male psyche. I was running my hands over my body, trying to get used to the feel of it. My nipples became tumescent at the slightest touch, and I could feel the start of vaginal lubrication. The feeling of arousal was pleasant and almost relaxing. As before, it did not bring the urgent feeling of a need for immediate orgasm and relief that I had felt during male arousal.

.......... I thought back to discussions between Sam and I where we had tried to describe to each other what we felt during sex. I remember her talking about the pleasant tingling of her breasts and between her legs. I couldn't understand her when she said that, sometimes, a little kissing, fondling and foreplay was enough, that she did not always need to continue to orgasm to be satisfied. I was now beginning to understand.

.......... I massaged my breasts and rubbed the tiny pubic mound on my groin. I lightly stroked the inside of my vaginal opening, feeling the warmth and wetness. I was becoming more aroused, and wondered what feelings an orgasm would bring. I had been kind of disappointed the previous night and was very curious to explore, first-hand, the difference between male and female orgasm. If I was going to be stuck like this, I might as well enjoy it as much as I could.

.......... I lay back on the bed, lightly stroking and rubbing, getting lost in the pleasant sensations, feeling a growing warmth and tingling.

.......... I was suddenly brought back to full awareness by the doorbell.

.......... Startled and disappointed, I quickly sat up and pulled the wheelchair over and got into it. I grabbed the bra and pulled it over my head and down onto my chest, and then pulled on the T-shirt. I pulled a blanket off the bed and covered my tail and rolled toward the front door, feeling nervous. Who could that be? I definitely did not want to meet anyone now. I looked through the front window on my way to the door and was relieved to see Linda at the door, still ringing the bell. "Just a second!" I called out. I pulled my hair out of the back of the shirt and unlocked the door and wheeled back a little and said, "Come on in, Linda."

.......... She came in and shut the door behind her. "Maybe I should have called first, but, I thought I would just come over." She said. "How are you doing?"

.......... "As well as can be expected." I replied. "I didn't expect you so early. I thought you had to go into work this morning for a while."

.......... "I just called a left a message for Carol, who runs the place." She replied. "It hasn't been that busy lately, she won't mind." She was wearing jeans and a tank-top. "You look like you're adjusting okay, I see Linda helped you with your hair, and you're wearing one of her tops, aren't you?"

.......... "Yeah, she showed me how to do the hair and, can you believe it, she's even got me wearing a bra."

.......... "Do you want me to stay?" She asked. "I can leave if you want to be alone, I just thought you might need some help."

.......... "No, don't leave, I'm glad for the company. I was just in the bedroom trying to get used to the new me."

.......... "Do you need me to do anything for you? Is there anything you want to do?" She asked.

.......... "Not really." I replied. "We can just sit and talk for a while, I want to go back to that restaurant around lunch time and see if that woman shows up."

.......... We sat and talked, mostly about how I felt. I told her about my experiments with underwater breathing. That got her really interested. "You can really do that? How long can you stay under? What's it like?" She wanted to know everything. "You've got to show me." She insisted.

.......... I didn't mind. I had found being underwater to be a pleasant experience. We went to the bathroom, I took off the T-shirt and bra, and climbed into the tub and we filled it with water. I ducked under the surface and stayed there for a few minutes, then came back up. Linda sat watching me with a fascinated look. "There goes my hair." I said, pushing wet strands out of my face.

.......... "I'll help you dry it." She said. "How long have you tried this, underwater, I mean?"

.......... "Oh, about ten minutes, I guess." I told her how it had scared Samantha.

.......... "Try it longer. Let's see if you can stay under for twenty or thirty at least." She seemed quite fascinated with my ability.

.......... I lay back in the tub, completely relaxed in the warm water. The water had the same effect as curling up in a warm bed, almost like a cocoon. Linda sat on the floor next to the tub, watching. After a few minutes, she reached over and began to touch and feel the scales on my tail. She touched me all over, but spent most of the time stroking my tail and fins. I was a little embarrassed at first, but, soon the stroking had a soothing effect on me. The touching was not overtly sexual, but brought small pleasant tingles to my body. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep, underwater.

.......... I awoke to Linda gently shaking my arm. I sat up, water cascading off my hair and down my breasts. "Sorry," I said, "I must have dozed off. How long was I under?"

.......... "Take a guess." She smiled.

.......... "Oh, about 15 minutes." I replied.

.......... "Nope." She said. "You were underwater for a little over an hour! I've never seen anybody sleep as peacefully as you did there. That beautiful body floating in the water is quite a sight."

.......... "Wow." Was all I could say, feeling a little flustered at her referring to me as beautiful. I tried to explain to her how comfortable I felt in the water and how I wanted to try really swimming in this body, before I got changed back.

.......... "I don't blame you." She said. "Hmmm......, Maybe I can help you with that, let's give it some thought."

.......... It was getting on towards lunch and I told her I wanted to try going back to the restaurant. I got out of the tub and Linda helped me dry and comb my hair. I put on the bra and shirt, again. Linda went out to pull her car into the garage so that I could get into it without being seen. She came back into the bedroom and said, "Bob took the van today, I've got the car. It might be easier for you to get into." She paused and watched me cover my tail with the blanket, then thoughtfully said, "Maybe we should get you something to wear that will cover more of that tail. When you sit in the car, people can see more of you, particularly if they're in a taller vehicle, like a truck.

.......... "I don't know what to wear." I said. "Isn't this T-shirt long enough?"

.......... "Let's see what Sam has." She started looking through Sam's clothes. Out of the closet she pulled a short sleeved dress.

.......... "I'm not wearing a dress, no way." I said firmly.

.......... "Maybe this isn't exactly right." She said, putting the dress back and continuing to look. She pulled out a long, crinkled skirt, a 'broomstick skirt' she called it. "This should do fine, it will cover you from the waist down and it will be easy to get into and out of. And, heres a top that goes with the skirt."

.......... "No way." I said.

.......... Ten minutes later, I was sitting in the wheelchair, wearing the top and the skirt, with the bra underneath. With my tail fins tucked under, you couldn't tell that I was a mermaid. I looked like Barbie in a wheelchair. The top was short sleeved, really just a T-shirt. The elastic waist of the skirt was easy to get into and comfortable, but wearing it was an assault on my male ego, I felt ridiculous.

.......... "Come on," She said, "You look very attractive. Let me put a little lipstick on you." Linda seemed to almost be playing with me, treating me like a doll she was dressing up. I adamantly refused the lipstick.

.......... "I don't want to look 'attractive'." I griped.

.......... "Okay, okay." She relented. "Maybe you're right. I just wish I looked that good without makeup. In fact, I wish I looked that good WITH makeup."

.......... "Jeez, everybody's jealous of the way I look and all I want is to get rid of this face and body." I complained.

.......... "I thought you were enjoying this." She remarked. "You said you wanted to try swimming. I thought you might enjoy trying some female type things. You never know, it might be fun."

.......... "I don't know, it all seems so strange, and I feel so silly wearing women's clothes. How would you feel, not only changing sex, but being some mythological creature as well?"

.......... "I don't know about the creature part, but you'll get used to the female end of it. Somewhat more than half the worlds' population manages to survive being female all the time without doing too much complaining about it. Besides, you can't go out wearing your old clothes, you know, and your not exactly built to be wearing any of Sam's pants."

.......... I had to agree, but I still felt silly, primly sitting there with my hands resting in my lap on my skirt.

.......... We went through the kitchen into the garage and Linda opened the car door for me. I managed to climb into the front seat of the car and get my skirt straightened out and covering my tail. I still kept the blanket with me to cover my tail fins. We backed out, Linda closed the garage door and we drove to the restaurant. First we went through the drive-through window and got some lunch and something to drink. We sat in the parking lot, in a spot where we could see all the cars coming in or out. It was not a real busy restaurant during the work week, and there were not too many cars to watch. Linda and I talked about what we would do if we saw them, and then as the lunch time passed and the traffic became even more sparse we talked of other things. We talked about her art work and she said that she wanted to do some photography of me, before I got changed back. She said she might even want to try a painting. I commented that she seemed almost as fascinated with my new body as Bob was. She paused, and said that she found my change interesting, then she didn't say much.

.......... Finally we were both bored and I told her we should probably give up and go home. We would have to keep trying, though, I insisted. I told her how grateful I was for her help, as, without feet, it was now impossible for me to drive a car. As we left, Linda said she wanted to go to her house and take some pictures of me. Samantha wouldn't be home for several hours yet, and it was at least a way to pass the afternoon. We first stopped by our house and Linda managed to fold up the wheelchair and put it in the trunk of the car. Then, we went to her house. She pulled the car into their garage and set up the wheelchair for me. We went into the house and I had Linda call Bob at work and see if she could get a message to Sam that I was over at Linda's house if she wanted to call.

.......... We went into Linda's studio, which was a converted bedroom of their house. She had had a skylight installed and the room contained a collection of back-drops, lights and filters. She had a small darkroom set up in the walk-in closet of the former bedroom. I had to make a stop in the bathroom, for the first time having to deal with a skirt to go to the toilet. Bob and Linda's house had wider doors on the bathrooms, and I was able to get the wheelchair in. Linda started getting things ready in the studio.

.......... As I came out of the bathroom, and rolled into the studio, she had set up a light bluish photo background and had a stool set up in front of it. She spread a dark cloth over the stool and wanted me to sit on it. I got out of the wheelchair and up onto the stool. "Just a couple of photos to make sure everything's set and I've got the lighting right. Then, we'll try some different poses."

.......... She adjusted the lights and fussed around with her camera, a rather expensive view-camera. After a few pictures, she wanted to try different poses. She wanted me to change clothes, so that she could get some pictures including my tail. I got down on the floor and wiggled out of the skirt. I felt better with my tail free. Linda left the room for a minute and came back with a box, containing some props, she said. She took out a two-piece bathing suit, put the bottom back and handed me the top. It was a rather skimpy string bikini style. I still felt hesitant about wearing something like this, but she seemed to be having so much fun, I just went along with it. I peeled off my shirt and the sports bra. Linda helped me put on the bikini top and adjust it. It just barely contained my breasts. I thought it was much too small, but Linda said it fit fine.

.......... I posed for a few more pictures and then Linda said she wanted to see use some makeup on me for certain effects she wanted to get. I protested a little, but again she seemed to enjoy this so much, I decided that I'd put up with it. She had me sit back up on the stool and she brought out a case containing make-up and stuff. Then she brought out a set of heated hair curlers and plugged them in. "I don't know about this, Linda. Isn't this going kind of far?"

.......... "Relax, Terry. It's just for the pictures. I think you'll be surprised at the results. Pictures always come out a little better when you give nature a hand."

.......... The curlers heated for a few minutes and then she began to roll my hair up in them. She said she was only going to use the large rollers because of the length of my hair and the fact that she wanted only a soft curl or wave. They were really warm and felt like they were almost burning my head. She assured me that this was normal, and I began to wonder about the intelligence of anyone who would do this to themselves every day. If I had felt silly before, that feeling increased now by a factor of at least ten. Just two days ago I was wearing jockey shorts and my sweats, happily scratching my balls when they itched. Now here I was with iridescent scales covering my mermaid tail, wearing a bikini top, with hot curlers in my hair, having makeup put on my face.

.......... After what seemed like an interminable time of having Linda do strange things to my face with all kinds of pencils, crayons, powders, and liquids, she took the curlers out of my hair and began to brush it. She brushed and sprayed and fussed until she was happy with the results. She then took a hand mirror and gave it to me. "Have a look. What do you think?" She asked with a big smile.

.......... I looked in the mirror and was stunned. I had been aware that this body was quite attractive before, but now I simply couldn't believe that the creature in the mirror was me. Linda was obviously an expert with makeup, which was a surprise because she never seemed to wear much of it. My silver-blond hair, formerly straight, hung in soft waves, down the sides of my face and over my shoulders and on to the tops of my breasts. My eyes stood out with perfectly applied, light coloring on my eyelids that matched the light bluish-green of the iridescent scales on my tail and she had outlined them carefully with some kind of pencil thing. Some kind of coloring had been applied to my cheeks and my lips were covered with a lipstick that perfectly complimented the rest of the makeup. The effect was stunning. I was too shocked at my own appearance to say anything. For the second time today, all I could say, was "Wow!"

.......... Linda was obviously pleased with her work. She was beaming. "You like it?" She asked.

.......... "Yeah, I guess I do." I said. "I never thought I'd wind up looking like this. It feels so strange to have all this stuff on my face, and this stuff on my lips tastes funny."

.......... "You'll get used to it." She said. It seemed that I had been hearing that a lot, lately. "Now, I'd like to do some nude photos." She said. "You don't mind?" She asked.

.......... "I guess not." I replied. "You and Samantha have already seen a lot of me the past couple of days, and I'm already pretty much nude as it is, anyway."

.......... I took the bikini top off. "If it will make you feel more comfortable, I'll take my clothes off too." She said. "I think I do my best work in the nude, and sometimes, women subjects that I've photographed feel more comfortable if they're not the only one undressed."

.......... I didn't know what to say. I cautiously commented, "If it'll help your creativity, I don't mind." I was still enough of a man to wonder what she looked like undressed, even if she was my best friend's wife. Besides, in my current shape, I couldn't exactly be considered a danger to women. I was curious and had to ask. "You do nude photography?"

.......... "Just a little." She replied. "Only for a friend or someone that a friend refers to me. It's called boudoir photography. Usually a woman has some photo's taken for her husband or boyfriend, as a surprise gift. It's not always nude photos, but sometimes once we get started they get into the spirit of posing and ask to do it. Some women will do it to jump start a relationship that they want to take to a different level without actually having to tell the guy what they want him to do. The guy usually gets the hint."

.......... I had heard of that kind of photography, but had never known anyone who had it done. While she was talking, she started to undress. She unzipped her jeans and pulled them off, and then she took off the tank top. She was wearing a tiny bra and a pair of thong panties. "Aren't those uncomfortable?" I asked. "I don't know if I could stand that string running up my butt."

.......... "You get used to it." She said, and then motioned towards my tail. "Besides, with your anatomy, I don't think you'll get a chance to find out what they feel like." I had to agree.

.......... Linda was slim and dark. Her breasts were small, but well formed, with very dark nipples. She had a surprising amount of pubic hair between her slim thighs. Her hips were slim. She had almost a boyish figure, but she exuded a certain sensuality. I began to see how Bob could be attracted to her.

.......... "That's much better." She said, stretching and shaking out her hair. "Now to get you posed."