Let me get straight to the point. I love mermaids!



Why would a guy, in his thirties, love mermaids? To wank off? In his wet dreams? Or to simply scare off any chance at a normal relationship with a woman?



That last bit is an unfortunate side effect indeed. Mermaids are for little girls. What woman would be interested in a guy with little girl fantasies? They want a strong man, who can in the end produce nice offspring, no sissies.



Am I a sissy? I don't think so. But my mermaid fetish is more than wanting to meet a mermaid, be with one. My fetish is wanting to be a mermaid. Not a guy mermaid, or a merman if you like. I don't believe in male mermaids. No, I simply wanted to be one. And if that means I would become female, then so be it.



It started when I was a little boy and my sisters were reading mermaid stories. I saw pictures and fell in love. We often went to the beach and I was always looking for mermaids. I could swim well and went far from the beach, hoping a mermaid would pick me up and pull me down. With her, not to kill me, but make me like her.



Only much later did I understand it was not smart to voice that fantasy. What boy would want to be a girl? With a fishtail? You must be crazy! And I didn't want to be bullied, so I kept to myself.



At night I would wrap the sheets around my legs and pretend it was a tail. I tried to force myself to dream of being a mermaid and sometimes it worked. They were my happiest dreams.



One time, one of my sister's skirts ended up in my clean laundry. I was gonna dump it in her room, but suddenly I realized it was like a piece of a mermaid tail. A tube. And I tried it on that night, careful so no one would find out. It restricted my steps, kept my legs together, and I was in heaven. For a few days I tried in on, one night slept in it. But my sister was looking for it and my mom eventually found it between my clothes. I knew nothing, of course.



So yeah, that's how I got interested in skirts. Not because I wanted to be a woman, but it was the closest to being a mermaid. When I graduated and lived by myself and had my first paycheck, I bought a pencil skirt online. Leather. I once had a girlfriend who wore a leather skirt during a date, and when I had my hand on her butt a thrill went through me.



Feeling it on myself was double thrill. The high waist was a bit of a problem with my manly figure. But the tightness around my legs was everything I dreamed of. The leather would not give and not burst.

So I exercised, did yoga, and went on a diet, like so many women do to please us men.



The day I managed to close the zipper all the way, I imagined the skirt waistline was the start of the tail, so tight it was. Not a finger that I could get between the material and my skin. I looked into the mirror, very pleased with myself. And already I was dreaming about the skirt going all the way to the floor.



The funny thing, if you search for floor-length mermaid skirts, you typically find the ones that are tight down to the knees and then spread out wide. I guess like perhaps the fluke of the tail. Not what I wanted. I wanted tight all the way down to my ankles, keeping my legs together with no room to spare.



That's how I fell in love with hobbleskirts. If you have flexible material you may get away with one piece, tight all the way. In leather, my first love, it has to have a zipper or laces. Over time, many paychecks later, I got a collection of different versions of hobbleskirts and even a dress.



It had to do with how the typical idea of a mermaid has a tail that stops at the waist. But then her breasts are bare, or she wears a breast cover, like a shell or some scaled top. I like both, but when I saw a picture once of a mermaid where the tail doesn't stop at the waist but covers the breasts as well, like a topless dress, I was in awe.



The hobbledress came close. It was very expensive since I wanted it in real leather, and again I had to wait and exercise to get a more hourglass shape, before I could fit it. And then I needed breastforms in the cups to make it perfect. I have slept in it ever since. So yes, probably not appealing to a real woman.



No, let me take that back. I did make female friends. Online. Other mermaid lovers. After the initial awkwardness that I was a guy, they started accepting I loved mermaids like them, and I wasn't some freak trying to get in their pants. Skirts. Tails. Whatever...



With one in particular, a woman from France, I have been close friends with ever since. Her name was Femke. She basically considered me female, since we shared so many interests and desires. She also slept in a hobbledress and it forged a deep understanding. We had an agreement that if one of us would have an opportunity to become a mermaid, we would try to get the other the same chance. Quite a commitment, right? If only she didn't live so far...



Which brings me to the now, or let's say the last six months. Unlike other men in their thirties, I stayed in perfect shape. I couldn't afford an ounce of fat, or I would not be able to sleep like a mermaid, dream like a mermaid. Women noticed, and showed interest in a man that stayed in shape, but I did not want to give up on my obsession. I was looking now at a way to add a fluke to my dress. And that's how I saw her. A video of a real mermaid, sleek and sexy, but mostly mesmerizing the way she cut through the water.



Of course it was a tail on a woman, but it was so real, I didn't think someone could be so perfect, and then take it off again. But she did, seeing all the different pictures she has posted since her stint as a mermaid. It didn't make sense someone would give up such beauty. So I wrote a comment under the video. "If I had that tail I would never ever take it off again".



The platform where the video was posted was not aimed at people "communicating", so even when you post a comment, you hardly ever see a response or a reply. But a few days after my comment, a reply did come.



It was a private message. From the original poster of the video. The woman who had worn the tail. The perfect mermaid. And she simply asked, that if I liked that tail so much, if I were willing to buy it from her. She didn't name a price. Was I willing?



I tried to email Femke, but then I remembered she was on vacation, which can take many weeks in France. So no help there. So it was my decision alone, and it wasn't really that hard. Of course I was willing. A dream come true?



So I messaged back to Sadie, as the original poster had signed as. Yes, I was willing, provided I could afford the price. The answer came back. The original costume was $20000, but she'd sell it to me for $5000. Cash. No checks or cards. Hard cash.



To me this was a red flag. Would she take my money and give me a fake tail in return? How could I protect myself?

But it was like she could read my worries. Next thing she said was, I could try the tail in her pool for a day, and only then I could make my decision. Don't even bring any money into the house, she said.



That made me feel much better, so I agreed. After that she sent me her address, which was in a beach town in Florida. So I had to purchase some tickets as well, which turned out fairly cheap, thanks to the airport close to her. I attempted one more time an email to Femke, but no reply. In two days I would fly to Florida and hopefully get a real tail of superb quality.



The flight was easy and I had a decent rental car, in which I hid my cash. Her home was a mansion, on ten acres of land, fully fenced off. She clearly had money, so you had to wonder why she needed 5000 in cash.



She buzzed me in through a fully automated gate and I had to drive for more than a thousand feet, through beautiful gardens, before I reached the house. She opened the door herself and left me speechless.



I thought I had a pretty good idea what she looked like, given all the pictures she had posted. But reality showed once again that pictures don't tell the full story. She was beautiful, stunning, perfect, a goddess. I simply had no words.



She was amused by my facial expression, probably very used to it. She was also a very pleasant person. Very down to earth, nothing like what you'd expect from a very rich top model. But who am I to know, lol.



Over drinks she explained to me that it wasn't about the money. She just wanted to make sure the tail ended up in deserving hands. She was a bit surprised though that I was a guy, so I told her my story and she was actually impressed with me. But she made it clear, if the tail didn't fit on me, the deal was off.



She took me to a room next to an enormous indoor pool, and there was the tail, exactly as I remembered from her videos. When I touched it, a shiver of excitement went through my body, which pleased her. She showed me the sales contract. I clearly wouldn't get it for free, but that was okay. I could try it out for 24 hours, in her pool. If I decided not to go through, I had to take off the tail, and return it in the same condition as I got it, and sign the contract a second time, in the voiding section. If the tail was damaged I had to pay for the repair, upto the maximum of 5000. Seemed fair.



Now, if I did not void the contract, I was required to pay. And if I was not able to pay I had to work for her for six months. As her mermaid pet, she said, after which I could assume ownership of the tail. In my mind I thought I could save my money and be a mermaid for six months, as her pet. I would lose my job, yes, but who would care? I kept the idea as a possibility, but maybe I would just pay and be a mermaid pet for myself from now on.



The signing of the contract was notarized by an assistant who would also help me out with putting on the tail. But first we had to wait for a technician from the maker of the tail. There was a bit of plumbing that needed to be changed, simply because I was a man. It would not add any costs for me, thank goodness.



Three hours later the change was made, and both the assistant and the technician helped me to put the tail on. I was fully naked so that the plumbing in the tail would seamlessly connect to my manhood and anal hole. It was a really weird feeling but it would allow me to do both number one and two, without having to take the tail off. Just don't let go of it in the water, they told me, which made sense. There was a privacy area on one side of the pool, where I could drag myself into.



Good news was, the tail fit like a glove. There was some gel like filler inside the tail, which would keep my legs slightly separated, so my knees wouldn't rub each other and cause discomfort. The gel also hid any sign of my knees and legs,  keeping the tail sleek and very realistic.



The tail had an almost transparent part that would go all the way over my shoulders, giving my skin a translucent look, but it also made the tail transition seamless. That's when the assistant asked if I wanted to use some breastforms.



It was logical, just like I used breastforms with my hobbledress, it simply would complete my mermaid curves. So I nodded, but unlike my dress at home there were no cups to hold the breasts, so the assistant glued them to my chest. Thank goodness I keep my skin hairless, I thought. With the tail now fully covering my body, I also accepted the breast coverings Sadie had used in the videos.



So my body now completely mermaid female, the assistant suggested a few changes to my face. She had a wig of long red hair and she had waterproof makeup to make my face look female. I agreed and I was shocked an hour later how there was nothing male about me anymore. I looked very much like a perfect mermaid myself now.



I didn't think things could get any better, until they finally let me in the water. I had to learn to swim with a mermaid motion, but after a few hours I had the hang of it and swimming as a mermaid became more natural. There were multiple spots underwater where a sort of tube allowed me to latch on and breath normally. Then I could fill my lungs and swim around for another minute or so. An hour later I could go for two minutes on a "refill".



When Sadie came along again at some point, she was wearing a swimsuit, and there was an area where we could sit around a table, the water about breast level. She had food brought in and only now I realized how hungry I was. She laughed, knowing the amount of energy it takes to be a mermaid.



The food was great and we chatted like old friends. She was surprised how good I looked actually as a woman and as a mermaid, and I explained the exercises I did to keep in shape. She approved clearly, as that was a big part her life as well.



After dinner she actually helped me in the "bathroom" area, and showed me how to hook up the slit that I apparently had, to a sucking device, then told me to just let go. I emptied my bowels and was surprised how cleanly it disappeared, both front and back.



Afterwards, we swam together for a long time, and she clearly enjoyed swimming around with a mermaid. There was a lot of touching going on and it surprised me a bit that my manhood was not reacting to such intimate touches with a beautiful woman. She laughed, guessing my confusion, and explained that the new plumbing prevented my manhood from expanding in any way. She also told me she was affected as well, and she asked if I was willing to help her out.



Obviously there was only one answer to that question and a minute later she was on the edge of the pool, naked, her legs spread wide in the water. I was in the water between her legs and my face in her crotch. I used my tongue and my webbed fingers to take her over the edge, until she exploded in my face. Her taste was simply exquisite and I felt a satisfaction like I had cum myself. Interesting.



Before she left for a mandatory photoshoot that night, she showed me where I could sleep in a shallow area of the pool. I had a choice of still being in the water, but my face above it, so I wouldn't drown in my sleep. Or I could sleep completely submerged, and lock a breathing mask on my mouth and nose. It could not come off, unless I would float up until my face was fully above the waterline. This was so much better than I ever anticipated. Of course I would sleep completely underwater!



I was tired by now, and trusting the mask I relaxed, falling asleep in seconds. I dreamed indeed about my life as a mermaid and how I would be one for life. It was very satisfying and that's how I felt when I woke up.



Breakfast was with Sadie again, and she wanted to know if I had made my decision. It was very simple. Yes, I wanted this tail so bad, never in my life had I been so happy. She was pleased, but she suggested I use the few hours that were still left. Had I tried to jump out of the water, like a dolphin? I had not thought about that yet, was that even possible? She nodded, she had managed when she had worn the tail.



So I practiced, but it was hard, very hard. It's all about gaining speed, close to the bottom of the pool, and then change direction upwards. I never managed to completely launch in the air, but I made a decent wave. I figured I still had years to practice.



When my 24 hours were almost up, I decided I needed to get out of the suit and get my money. I had contemplated staying a mermaid and become Sadie's pet for half a year, the perks of eating her out on a regular basis definitely a plus. But I felt responsible for my job, so I better keep things under my own control.



When I got out of the water, neither Sadie, nor her assistant were there, so I tried to get out of the suit myself, very careful not to damage it. But nowhere could I find a seam to get a grip on the suit. Was it on my back? I couldn't remember. I started yelling now for help, but it was like nobody was around.



After about an hour or so finally Sadie arrived. She saw me still as a mermaid and smiled. So you decided to become my pet? she asked. We're going to have so much fun!

I tried to explain that my plan was different, but that I couldn't get the suit off by myself. And that's when she repeated my own words to me. I thought that if you had this tail, that you would never ever take it off again? We just made sure that you couldn't. By now all the surgical glue we used inside the suit is permanent.