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Monica snickered but didn’t say another word, letting him bask in the attention. Jason squared his shoulders with pride, enjoying the success of his antics, winking at his friends and pulling ridiculous faces. He loved all of it—the attention, the way people were reacting to his stunt. Alternating between chugging his beer and tossing out more sarcastic quips, he raised his can amidst his friends' laughter, ready to make another joke:
— To mermaids! Here’s to more like me! You wouldn’t believe how bad I wish join my sisters in the ocean!
This got another wave of laughter and cheers. But just as he took the last sip, a strange feeling pricked at him from the inside. The wig, which had been heavy and awkward, suddenly felt perfectly snug, with the strands seeming softer and almost real. Jason tensed up for a moment but shrugged off the odd feeling, figuring he was just a little “buzzed” from the drinks. He took another step, but then felt the bra, which had been loose and dangling, now snug against his chest, filled with… something that was no longer part of the costume.
Jason looked down. Beneath the shells was… a real tits. Small but fully noticeable curves that gave the bra an entirely new look.
— Shit, I'm totally tripping, — he muttered, feeling around his chest. His vision blurred, and the buzzing party around him suddenly seemed distant and unreal. “Maybe it’s time to lay off the beer,” he thought. He ran his hands over his chest, expecting to feel just the hard plastic shells, but instead, he felt… something soft, alive, warm. And with each second, that “something” was growing larger and… heavier.
— Ohhh, Jason, now you’re a real Ariel! — Mike shouted mockingly, catching the confused look on Jason’s face. The whole table of friends burst into laughter, but Jason wasn’t laughing. A strange, painful sensation was spreading in his chest, like he was being inflated from the inside. The plastic shell bra was now digging into his skin, causing noticeable discomfort.
— What the hell… — Jason frowned and stepped forward, but his legs suddenly buckled. He fell, catching himself on one arm, and in the next moment felt as though his feet were glued together.
— Ow! — Jason shouted, nearly spilling his beer but managing to keep hold of it. He tried to pull one foot away from the other, but they moved as a single unit. A strange sensation, as if his legs were being covered by something, made him glance down to see what he’d never expected to see in his life: his legs, which had looked normal just a minute ago, were now being covered, right before his eyes, in real green scales. They were merging together and forming something like a single, seamless shape.
Laughter and chatter still buzzed around him, but Jason could barely hear it, too focused on the insane changes happening to his body.