Mermaid Too
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I sat with her for about 20 minutes, and sensed that there was both feelings of anxiety and excitement. While it took a while to drag the concern out, it was worth it.
"It wasn't just me in my fantasy, you see, Robert was involved in it, and from everything you've told me, I wonder whether he'll have been changed as well..."
I had no idea. I had established that he wasn't wearing any costume clothing at all, from what I could tell he was in cord trousers, a blue open necked shirt and trainers, and while she didn't know what he'd 'popped out' for, there was no reason to think that he had anything on his mind but whatever it was he was doing.
"Well, what do you think, it's your fantasy? This does all hinge on one thing. When you were thinking about your fantasy, did you grant your full time naked, part time mermaid any magical powers?"
"Oh my! I did. It wasn't very often, but there were times when I imagined that he was able to transform like me".
"So what I know about what has happened, it's a bit likely that he is currently running around naked. How old did you imagine him to be?"
She thought for a moment, and in the silence I could hear the occasional drip of water from her mane.
"I think he was about 18." and then for a reason I could not get from her, she blushed, and was not drawn on the subject any further.
The silence was broken by a shout from the corridor, sounds of a scuffle, and then a room door closing. It made me think that this room was no longer secure - having broken my way in there was no longer an effective way of holding the door closed against some of the larger and more aggressive changed. I proposed that we move to my room directly below. She observed that then Robert would never find her, so we resolved to wait for another 20 minutes, then if he hadn't returned we'd go to my room.
My mind began to wander to my own predicament. What I was certain of was that my own, somewhat innocent fantasy was coming true, and in the spirit of my fantasy (which was terribly practical) I'd imagined six weeks for the change to occur. Six weeks, fourty two days, a gradual change. It was my fantasy, I'm entitled to it, I just wish I'd thought up something way more glamorous. Now six hours had elapsed since the change event occurred, and apart from the sudden change to my feet at the time, I could begin to feel a bit strange below my waist.
At the time that everyone else changed I hadn't noticed any changes occurring to me. The chaos immediately following the change was intense, and how quickly I moved role from mildly interested hired stall holder to life saver. Some of the smaller children would have been crushed had I not lifted them over and behind my stall, and given that some of the parents were changed beyond all physical and mental recognition we did our best to comfort the kids, distract them and generally provide a bit of sanity until the initial crush and rush were over. Fortunately our stall was a bit tucked away, which sucked from a stall-holder viewpoint but was a blessing for us in the melee. As soon as law enforcement came by I handed them over to the officials. The stall owner, who had been dressed from neck to heel in brown suede leather, boots and a stetson and looked every bit the trendy rugged cowboy, seemed to suddenly shrink smaller and I'll spare you the detail but I was completely unaware and somewhat shocked to discover that he habitually dressed in silky women's underwear under his leather. He became younger, shapely and very distracted by his new exterior shape. I think his mind was unchanged, and he hustled off to the bathroom as soon as he had a chance.
My cowboy boots had become part of me. Rather than wearing boots, I now had boot shaped feet. I could feel the outside of the boots as if they were skin. I could feel whatever surface was beneath the soles as if I were in bare feet. I realised with some sadness that in order to get my trousers off I was going to need to cut them. I liked my trousers, they were comfortable. The merge at the top of the boot with the skin of my leg was seamless, and where there had been a zip there was just mock stitching. Above the boot was a furry kind of brown fuzz from the top of the boot to the knee. The first bit of the transformation had completed, and while it was minor in comparison, it represented the first departure from humanity.
This is a work in progress. To be continued.