Tails

by Lhynn Cooper
Chapter 8

.......... She had me recline on the floor, in front of the background cloth. She arranged the lights and then brought out a mirror from the darkroom that was about two feet high by three feet wide. She set it up under her camera, so that it reflected back to me and I could see myself posing. She arranged my hair and lightly dusted my torso and breasts with powder, to dull any reflections from the lights, she said. She brought out some jewelry. She took a pair of earrings and put them on me. They clipped on my ear lobes and really felt strange. "I wish you had pierced ears." She said. "We'd have more earrings to choose from. I only have a few pairs of clip on styles." The necklace felt cool on my neck and shoulders.

.......... She started taking pictures, having me change position each time. She kept telling me to look more provocative. I wasn't sure of what to do, but, Linda said I was doing fine, and the image I kept seeing in the mirror, of a beautiful mermaid, perfectly made up and posed was beginning to turn me on. The face, the hair, the sensuous tail with it's shiny scales, the tiny waist and perfect breasts weren't real. That couldn't be me, that was some fantasy image.

.......... She changed my jewelry a couple of times, putting a bracelet on my wrist, once, then taking more pictures.

.......... She paused after a time and said she wanted to get something to drink. She went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. "You want some?" She asked.

.......... "I'm not much of a wine drinker." I said. "But, maybe I'll have just a little." It was a light white wine. In the short time I had spent in this body, I hadn't eaten much, but, I had noticed that my sense of taste seemed sharper. It wasn't a great change, but I did notice it. The wine wasn't bad, in fact, the lights had made me thirsty and it tasted pretty good.

.......... Linda had me pose for some more nude photos, and then came over and knelt down next to me on the floor. "That should be enough for now. That'll give me some work to do in my darkroom." She said.

.......... I asked her what she was going to do with the pictures. "Oh, I might put some on display in the gallery I work at. Every one will think you're just a model in a costume. The rest are just for me. I've always had a thing for mermaid art work. I never would have dreamed that I would have a live model to work with." She said with laugh.

.......... "Well, if you would never have imagined it, think about what I feel, I still can't believe it." I replied, with a little laugh of my own. "You mean that there's really a market for pictures of mermaids? Maybe I will be able to support myself."

.......... "You would be amazed at the things people like. Even Bob seems to have a thing for mermaids, I'm sure you noticed his reaction to you being like this."

.......... "Yeah, I sure did, it was kind of embarrassing. I mean, we were college roommates, best buddies, and all of a sudden, I'm his sex fantasy." I didn't mention the little bit of nude posing I had done for Bob while the girls were gone, the day before.

.......... "Everyone has their fantasies." She said, quietly. She sat on the floor next to me and began to rearrange my hair over my shoulders and breasts. "Lay back down on the floor for me, will you?"

.......... I thought she was going to take more photos, instead, she stayed next to me and began to touch my tail. She gently stoked my tail fin. "Does that feel good?" She asked.

.......... "It's kind of like having somebody rub my feet." I said. "Except I don't have feet, anymore." I paused, and then said, "I wonder if I'll ever have feet again?"

.......... "We'll get you back to normal, somehow, Terry. But, for now, just try to enjoy the new body." She continued to stroke my tail fin with one hand and started gently touching the scales higher up with the other. After a few moments, she continued. "You know, I think I'd love to try being a mermaid. Just think, absolutely new physical sensations, different than any you've ever experienced before. I'm really jealous of you."

.......... "Yeah, it is different," was all I could say. Her gentle touching was making me feel so relaxed, and the lights were warm. The two glasses of wine helped too. I began to feel like I did the night before, when Samantha was gently touching me. My nipples tingled and I could feel myself getting wet, which was still a really new feeling for me.

.......... I should have said 'This is wrong, I'm married and we shouldn't be doing this', but my curiosity was getting the better of me. It was pretty plain what Linda wanted to do. I wondered if she had ever done anything like this before while being married to Bob. Well, obviously, she had never done anything with a mermaid before, but, you know what I mean.

.......... I just lay there, my eyes closed, letting Linda continue to arouse me. I tried to reach for her once, but she said, softly, "No, just lay there, let me do everything, for now."

.......... She worked her way slowly up my tail, carefully not touching the pubic area, then began to gently caress the skin on my waist and stomach. I was really beginning to tingle in various places when she reached my breasts. Her touch on them felt as good as Sam's had. I had the thought that it was amazing that all women weren't lesbians. My short experience in the female sex seemed to show that they knew instinctively how to please each other exquisitely. Of course, I was not your average female, and Sam hadn't really wanted to do much last night, and maybe, normal, heterosexual women wondered how men could keep their hands off each other in the locker room at the gym. It was all so confusing. I stopped thinking, it was better when I didn't think.

.......... Linda began to gently knead one nipple with her hand, and then I felt her lips and tongue on the other one. It was like an electric current shot right from the nipples to my groin. I felt muscles in the vaginal area begin to contract and quiver, it was still odd to feel it all internally. She was right, absolutely new sensations. My tail also began to quiver and flex involuntarily. Without volition, my back arched and my hips rose slightly to try and press my pubic mound against something or someone.

.......... Linda slowly moved her hand from my breast and traced a path with her finger down my body. She placed the hand on the tiny pubic mound and just let it lay there for a few moments. Continuing to gently kiss and touch my nipple with her tongue, she gently pressed on my mound with her palm. On my own, this time, I pushed upward against her hand to increase the pressure. She returned the pressure, and then, gently began to rub and squeeze the pubic area. I realized that I was softly moaning. I was still getting used to my new voice, and the utterly feminine sounds issuing from my throat were quite a shock.

.......... Had I still possessed the parts for it, I would have had the hardest erection of my entire life. I would never have believed I could be so turned on just by gentle touching. Still lightly sucking on first one nipple and then the other, she carefully pushed a finger into my vaginal opening. I was so wet with female lubrication, that there was almost no resistance to her entry. Linda began to rub the inside walls with her finger and then with two fingers. She probed a little deeper, toward the upper part of the opening and touched what must have been my clitoris. I immediately reached an orgasm. My hips moved up and down, my tail quivered, and a feeling of total and utter pleasure washed over me in waves. Internal muscles spasmodically gripped her fingers. My eyes were closed, yet I saw colors. My whole body became flushed and even warmer. The feelings were, indeed, similar to male orgasm, but seemed more intense and involved all of my body. The waves of pleasure lasted for what seemed to be much longer than any orgasm I had ever experienced before.

.......... Slowly the waves of pleasure subsided. Linda slowed her manipulations of my vaginal area and began to lightly stoke my face and neck with her fingers. My breathing returned to normal and I lay in almost a dream-like state, still savoring the experience I had just had. Now Linda began to kiss me on the face and lips, and then lightly on my closed eyelids. She then returned her lips to my mouth and began to probe with her tongue. I put my arms around her and pulled her down on me. We kissed for what seemed to be hours, but was only minutes. My nipples, pressed against hers began to stiffen again. I again felt desire returning to my groin. Incredibly, I was becoming even more aroused than before.

.......... Linda now lay on top of me, rubbing her groin into mine. The sensations were astounding. She pulled her tongue from my mouth and started kissing my body, slowly working her way down to my waist. She began to kiss the scales on my tail, running her hands up and down it's length. I was tingling everywhere now. Her lips reached my pubic mound and using her hands, she held open the lips of my vaginal opening. She now explored this area with her tongue instead of her fingers. It was all I could do to keep from taking her head in my hands and push her face against my pubic mound. As she probed with her tongue, I began to pull and knead at my own nipples.

.......... As her tongue found my clitoris, I again exploded in orgasm. Again the waves of pleasure, the bright colors, the quivering contractions. It again lasted for what seemed much longer than male orgasm, and as it subsided, she still continued with her tongue, and then the waves came again, and then, after a short while, yet a fourth time.

.......... By now, I thought I would pass out from exhaustion. I reached and touched Linda lightly on the face. She had sensed my fatigue, and withdrew her tongue and we lay in each others arms for a while. After my breathing again returned to normal, Linda gently kissed me on the cheek and said, "OK, my love. Now that I've shown you what to do, it's my turn."

.......... She lay down on the covering on the floor that I had been laying on, and I began to return the loving attention that she had shown me. She was as aroused as I had been. I was somewhat awkward, moving about on my tail, but I did my best. Linda kept her eyes open most of the time, watching us in the mirror she had set up. The necklace got in the way, so I took it off. I left the earrings on, but was still aware of their weight on ears. In a short while, I was laying on my stomach, my head between her thighs, and my hands reaching up to manipulate her breasts as I worked her labia and clitoral area with my tongue. This was at least familiar, as I had done this many times to Samantha. What wasn't at all familiar was feeling my breasts pressed against the floor, and my long hair getting in the way all the time. It was also more difficult to reach her breasts with my shorter arms, and my arms were not nearly as strong, but this body was much more flexible than my old one, and that helped.

.......... Linda enjoyed at least as many orgasms as I had. Finally, we were both satiated. I lay on my side, my tail curled up, with Linda resting her head on my tail. I was idly tracing patterns on her small breasts with my finger. She finally opened her eyes, sat up and kneeled in front of me. She began stroking my tail, examining it, and asked, "Well, what did you think of that? Did you enjoy it?"

.......... "It was incredible. I always wondered what it would be like to have multiple orgasms. Is it always like that, I mean, everything was so intense?"

.......... "Sometimes are better than others." She replied. "I find, that the first time you experience something, the newness of the sensation always makes it more memorable."

.......... "I guess that makes sense, but, it felt so good, why aren't women always wanting sex. Why do they usually play hard to get?" I asked.

.......... "You'll find that it's more complicated for a woman." She replied. "You have to worry about pregnancy, you have to worry about your reputation." She paused, "Some times of the month, you just don't want to even think about sex."

.......... "Oh......., I hadn't thought about that." I said, then thought out loud, "God, I wonder if I could get pregnant, in this body, I mean?"

.......... "I don't know." She answered. "That's something to think about, isn't it? If you were to get pregnant, would the baby be human or mermaid?"

.......... We both lay and pondered that. Finally I said, "Well, I don't think I'll have to worry about it. From this experience, I could be a very happy lesbian mermaid." I paused, and then asked, "Uh, Linda, I didn't know that you were into, uh, you know, this kind of thing? Is everything all right between you and Bob?"

.......... She laughed and said, "We're fine. I guess if I had to admit it, I'm bisexual. I haven't done anything like this since before I met Bob in college. For a short while in high school, I had both a boyfriend and a girlfriend, but the boys won out, even though, occasionally, I've been tempted." She stopped for a time, and then continued, "When I saw you change, I was fascinated. As I told you I've always been interested in mermaids. I think a lot of little girls go through the stage where they are. I don't know why, it just seems, oh, romantic or something, to become this alluring mythical creature, that men can't resist."

.......... "It's funny." She continued. "That mermaid body of yours really gets Bob horny." She saw me turn a little red in the face. "You don't have to be embarrassed about it, you can't help it." She paused. "The thing is, you also turn me on." I started to say something, she held her hand up. "No, don't worry about it. It's not personal, I'm not in love with you or anything like that. It's just physical. As soon as I saw that tail of yours, and that face and body, I knew I wanted this. Sometimes, when you see a really good looking guy, or occasionally a woman, it's like something just grabs your insides and you feel such a rush of physical desire, you just have to do something about it. Haven't you ever felt that?"

.......... "Yeah, I guess I've felt that once or twice, but I've never done anything. I've been strictly faithful to Samantha. Until now, that is." I was beginning to feel guilty about what Linda and I had done. "Maybe we shouldn't have done this. What if Sam finds out?"

.......... "Well, I'm not going to tell her. I'm guessing she didn't want to make love with you last night, did she, Terry?"

.......... "No, but, can you blame her. If this had happened to Bob, what would you do?" I stopped, realizing what I had just said.

.......... She started to giggle and then laughed out loud. "If I did this to you, can you imagine what I would have done to Bob? Now that would have really fulfilled my fantasy. I think the only thing better would be if it had happened to me." She continued to inspect my tail and said, "I just can't get enough of looking at you, and tell me, is it starting to feel at all normal to you, having that tail I mean, and what do you really feel about being female now?"

.......... I tried to tell her that I didn't think it would ever feel normal. As for being female, I didn't know what to say. This body did feel good at times. It was young and healthy and the sensations it had given me during our lovemaking had been terrific. But, I still didn't feel like a woman. I didn't know what a woman was supposed to feel like, how was it different from being a man. Did being a man mean being dominant during sex. We had both taken turns doing that just now, and I enjoyed both roles, did that mean I was turning into a female. I just didn't feel that much different in my head. I told her that if given a choice, I would change back as soon as I could. Although this body felt pretty good some times, it just didn't feel like me, and I missed the mobility of normal legs.

.......... Just then, the phone rang. Linda got up and answered it. It was Samantha, calling to see how I was and to let us know she would be home around seven, PM. Linda gave me the phone and I told Sam that we had had no luck at the restaurant. She wanted to know if I was all right and what we had been doing today. I told her that Linda had taken some pictures and that we were just talking now, which was true, but I still felt guilty about what Linda and I had done. She said she could pick me up here, on the way home, so that Linda wouldn't have to drive me home, and that we could pick up something to eat, on the way. I realized that I hadn't eaten since early morning, nothing like sex to take your mind off of food.

.......... Sam told me that she loved me, which didn't help my conscience any, and we said good-bye. Linda put the phone back. "We should get dressed." She said, and brought in my wheelchair. "I'll help you clean up and fix your makeup." She said. "It's kinda messed up."

.......... Linda pushed the wheelchair, with me in it, into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. My hair looked kind of wild and the carefully applied makeup was smudged and my lipstick was pretty much rubbed off, but the face was still gorgeous. I stared at the delicate, feminine features and then moved my eyes down the slender neck to my chest. It was still a shock to see the full, firm breasts. The nipples started to stiffen as I looked at them. Standing behind me, Linda said, "You said Sam won't be here until about seven, it's only a little after five now, let me teach you a little about makeup until she gets here, okay?"

.......... "I don't want to know about makeup," I protested, "I want to find that lady and get her to change me back."

.......... "Oh, come on, Terry, being a woman can be fun," Linda answered, "You sure seemed to be enjoying yourself a little while ago." She opened up a drawer and started pulling out makeup stuff.

.......... She took off the earrings that I was still wearing. Then she tied my hair back and had me carefully wash my face without getting my hair wet. "I swear I'm going to get this hair cut off as soon as I can." I said. "I'll never get used to it."

.......... Linda didn't reply, she just started applying makeup. She had my back to the mirror so I couldn't see what she was doing. It still felt incredibly odd to wearing this stuff on my face. "I'm just going to put on a little daytime makeup on you." She said. "With that face, you don't really need too much help, and this isn't for taking pictures, now. Before, I was trying to create an effect for the camera." As she put stuff on my face, she tried to explain what she was doing, but I wasn't paying much attention.

.......... She finally finished. I guess it didn't take too long, but it felt as though it had taken hours. She went back to the bedroom and came back with another pair of earrings and a necklace. The earrings were small and simple silver things that she clipped on my ears, which was something else I felt I would never get used to, the weight of something on my ear lobe. Then she put the thin silver chain around my neck. "With your nail color and hair, silver jewelery works best for you." She told me.

.......... I looked at my fingernails. "Well, at least I don't have to put up with having you paint something on these." I said, holding up my hands and wiggling the fingers.

.......... "You sure won't have to worry about chipping your nail polish, with those." She answered. "But if you want to wear a different color, you'll probably have to put on 2 or 3 coats to cover that."

.......... "I don't even want to think about that." I said.