When I surfaced I could see Quinn move the boxes into a little shack, the size of a porta cabin and I noticed her white mermaid suit as well. It took a few minutes but eventually she came back out, now slithering herself on the ground, back being a mermaid, and she dropped herself in the water. I noticed her eyes were covered like mine now, so she had to be wearing her mask as well.



She took my hand as we carefully swam between the rocks to deeper water. That's when the best day of my life started.

I never really snorkeled or scuba dived, which I regret now, but how wonderful was the underwater scene Quinn showed me. A hundred year old wreck of a ship, in which I found a hand mirror, nothing fancy, just older than my grandmother. I saw my female face, in awe, and I knew that whenever I'd be myself again, I would never forget that look again, so I kept the mirror.



I could not believe that fish around us took no notice of us at all, and I could touch them without scaring them away. They touched me back as well, and I was surprised I could feel that through my suit. When a curious dolphin checked us out however, all fish disappeared. They did not want to be dinner clearly, or a snack for that matter. I could not get enough however of stroking the dolphin, and he, or she, seemed to clearly enjoy it. Quinn had to nudge me however to surface and get some air.



The dolphin hung around, and I got a flutter in my tummy, when we swam belly to belly for a minute. But again, Quinn nudged me to the surface, this time warning me that the dolphin was probably after a tumble in the sheets, so to say. And to tell the dolphin off, she actually took me belly to belly, breasts to breasts, and a mouth to mouth kiss. The dolphin disappeared, the flutter in my tummy did not.



After this unexpected intimacy we held hands while swimming, and I know that's no reason to fall in love, but I did. Sometimes her hand was on my butt, steering me to see something special. And when we were in an underwater garden of the most colorful coral, her perfect white shape was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I pulled her into me and kissed her, and she laughed and kissed me back.



We took a break at a miniscule beach with perfectly white sand. All around us the rocks went straight up in the air, for at least thirty feet. Even with a boat you couldn't get here, due to a string of sharp boulders, just under the surface. The name she'd given it therefore was fitting, mermaid beach.



Again I was shocked how clumsy I was, as I pulled myself onto the sand. I almost longed for getting back in the ocean where I clearly belonged, if it wasn't for two things. The sun was shining down on us, and although I had never been cold again since I donned the full suit, there was definitely a joy in just stretching out on the beach. The second thing was Quinns agile body suddenly wrapping herself around me, and pushing her lips back on mine. This time however, the thing in my mouth was not closed off, and her tongue went straight in my throat. I never gained control, but managed to get my tongue in her mouth, as we explored the taste of each other. I moaned in a girly voice as she grabbed my breast.



It wasn't like my false breast had suddenly become real, but I could clearly sense her touch the nipple, as I felt it in my real one. To prove the point, I think, she moved her mouth on my scaled nipple and sucked hard, and my body reacted on its own, as my soft tummy flutters suddenly became heat waves. My tail, still half in the water, slapped involuntary, spraying us both in water. She squeezed my other nipple between her webbed thumb and finger, as I soaked us even more.



"Well, well", she said, "so that nipple stuff actually works." And she explained how as a part-time runway model her small breasts were always accepted. Expected even. But as a mermaid model it was suggested she added some extra, which she had not tried yet, but she had given the falsies to me. And, when positioned exactly over my own nipple, which I had done, a sensor in the fake nipples somehow transferred the feeling to my real ones.



I simply accepted her explanation, but in the heat I was still in, I put my own mouth on her nipple and sucked like my life depended on it. Her instant gasp and tail slap were extremely satisfying.



After a bit of teasing and exploring she was curled next to me, her head on my outstretched arm. We were both basking in the hot sun. "It's funny", she started, "but I feel very attracted to you." Yessss! I thought, my tummy almost exploding from a sudden need. "It's the same for me", I answered, trying to keep my urge under control, "you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Especially as a mermaid."



"But that's what I'm trying to say", she replied, "I like girls only. Even knowing there's a guy somewhere in there, I can only see the mermaid you are now. I have fantasies of you and I having wild mermaid sex. And I was jealous a bit ago when that dolphin came on to you."



I laughed. "That was nothing. I just liked petting her, nothing more, she was beautiful too." I knew that wasn't quite truthful because I had felt a flutter as well. But then Quinn said, "Yes, HE was beautiful. And HE was ready to take you for a ride. I saw his long dick between your bellies, searching for your slit down there. And he would have found it, had I not taken you up to the surface. Unlike him, who would have taken you deeper, while riding his dick, until he'd shoot his load in what he perceived was your pussy."



I was shocked. And if it wasn't for the mask I'm pretty sure she'd see my face all white. My tummy flutter was really his dick searching for my pleasure spot? What if he'd found it? And an absolutely foreign thought went through my mind, as I could now feel my face flush under the mask. I tried to joke it off. "Well, then I'm glad you saved my life, as I probably would not have survived that. I guess that means you can have your way with me, and I'm looking forward to it!" A very cheeky pickup line...



But she laughed with me. "Very well. Tonight I'll sleep with you in the pool. And I'll introduce you to some lesbian mermaid sex. I have a toy, very similar to that dolphins dick, and I'm going to try out that pussy of yours." Again I felt a thrill, just from her words, and I pulled her ear toward my mouth and whispered, "Okay, it's all yours."



We both needed to cool down, and she pulled me back into the water. Each touch now held a flame of promise between us, and the rest of the day we were extremely intimate, often swimming belly to belly and arm in arm. As Xander I would have gone around with a raging hard-on, until she was ready to take my meat, and I would get my relief unloading into her. But as Xandra I couldn't get hard, yet I could feel myself leaking inside, lubing my "pussy", getting ready for penetration, whenever Quinn was going to take my flower. This female feeling seemed far superior as our bodies slowly prepared to "make love".



We went back "home" a few times, to eat, and gain some energy back, as swimming like a mermaid was a serious exercise. We had actually raced, while trying to make enough speed to jump from the water, but neither of us had managed.



She went back up the cliff once, in just a bikini bottom, to check for messages on the machine, as I just floated around, enjoying the life of a mermaid, wondering how I'd ever go back to being myself.



She explained to me later how her white suit was so much easier to put on or take off, compared to the tail I was wearing. But, she confessed, she missed that feeling of being "stuck" in the tail, and I understood exactly what she meant. I had no desire taking it off. And that's why later I ended up back in the swing set, going up, and had to struggle while slithering on the tarp, but now going up-hill toward the pool. Thank God there was a rope to pull myself along.



I was exhausted when I finally slipped in the pool, and I had to close my eyes for a second as I rested on the platform. I woke up when Quinn sucked my nipple, as she was fully dressed as a mermaid again, except for the mask. My body reacted in a fully female mermaid way, trashing my tail and moaning my approval, while leaking fluids straight from my balls.



A long thin snake was sticking out from her slit, as she told me to prepare for my dolphin. I had no idea what that meant, as she started kissing me, penetrating my mouth with her tongue first. I simply gave in, accepting that I was a mermaid, about to be taken "for a ride".



I didn't feel much as she entered my slit. But my own lube must have helped, as she easily pushed in deeper, and suddenly I could feel her, a tickle in my rear. I panicked, somehow I had thought that my plumbing contained access to a fake pussy. In a way I was right, had I been truly female inside, then one hose of the plumbing would have connected with my vagina, but since I didn't have that part, Quinn had taped it closed, when she had pulled the tail on me.



So yes, losing my mermaid virginity meant losing my anal virginity as well, as her long snake entered my rear, and my muscles did everything possible to keep it out. "Relax", she whispered, "and you will be able to enjoy it."



I tried to relax, and I could feel the snake slide deeper inside me. There was no way I could enjoy this! But Quinn's soft moan made me realize she was on the other side of the snake, and I could affect her as well. And as I concentrated on her pleasure, things seemed to work themselves out. If I squeezed my muscles on the snake, then pushed back at her, she'd moan, as the snake took her deeper. But when I relaxed, relieving her, so I could do it again, the snake went deeper inside me. And mimicking her now, a moan escaped from me.



It became a back and forthing, as more of the snake disappeared inside us, as our bodies moved closer. She came, the moment our bodies touched, and her violent trash ignited something inside me. My own moan was no longer repeating hers, it was caused by a sudden surge of pleasure in me. Our bodies never separated again, as we were holding tight now, but the snake still moved one way or the other, depending whose hips moved forward or backwards and who was squeezing the tightest.



With her first orgasm over, she took control. I was completely on my back now, her weight fully covering me, and I could no longer stop her hard moves inside me. The thought hit me that I was a bottom, and my lover was making me her woman. I wanted so badly to satisfy her, that at that moment I became the woman she needed me to be. And I started sweet talking her. "Yes baby. Give it to me. Take me baby!" It scared me when I lost complete control over my body, as my blood on fire ignited every nerve I had. I rocked up and down, unaware I was lifting her up in the air. The power with which this happened took her over the edge as well.



Not until minutes later, after my first complete orgasm as a woman, did I start to realize I would never be the same again. I could still feel the snake inside me and I wanted her to rock me again. "Again, honey!" I whispered in her ear, and she started moving again. This time we went in perfect harmony, each concentrated on the pleasure of the other. We were kissing deep now as well, as she suddenly started squeezing my nipples. The fire shot straight from my nipples to the tip of the snake, and I pulled both of us now over the edge.



A bit later I felt her move and the thing inside me slowly pulled out. I could not stop the movement and when I looked down I saw that it was freed already from her body and she used her hand to pull it free from me. I didn't expect to see white goo on the snake, until she said, "Your manhood was apparently getting excited too."



She was mistaken, I knew it right away. My manhood simply had no chance to grow. But my scrotum had emptied out, as a result of the giant female orgasm I experienced. Something to think about as well.



"Quinn", I said, "you were fantastic! I have never cum like that. What have you done to me?"

She laughed. "Nothing that you couldn't handle or didn't want. You were Xandra, darling, to the bone!"



We laid together on the platform, simply enjoying the aftermath and company. Then Quinn said, "There's something I should tell you. There was a message from the film crew. They're coming sooner, because the client wants some shots with a second mermaid. They were planning to bring another model and I would have to teach her the ropes of being a mermaid. I called them back and told them not to bother. I can get an experienced mermaid with just one call."



"Really?" I replied. "You know another mermaid on the island? That you can call just like that?" Pretty amazing, I thought. But she replied, "Earth calling Xandra! I meant you, silly. You wouldn't mind being a mermaid for a few more days, right? And make some money doing so?"



I was shocked. Then perplexed. Then surprised. And eventually excited. "You think I'm experienced enough to do this? I'm not really a model you know."

"Don't worry", she said, "it's not like you have to walk the runway. Or model a dress. Or walk in towering heels. Just swim like we did today. Maybe a simple kiss here or there. People will drool over us, believe me!"



"I'll do it, under one condition." She looked at me, slightly worried. But I laughed and continued, "we sleep together every night. As mermaids. In the pool or ocean, I don't care. I want to stay in this suit as long as I can."



Now she smiled, and I realized she was just as excited about my demand as I felt myself. "I have no problem with that. Maybe we can do one night on the little beach?"



Sleeping in her arms was wonderful, and so was waking up. We kissed passionately, but we were both very hungry. And since Quinn could get out of her suit easier than me, she was getting breakfast ready. For a minute I wondered how my ankle was doing, but I hadn't felt anything for a while now. I tried to feel my tail where I suspected my ankle should be, but no hint of pain, or an ankle for that matter. It was well hidden under my tail skin.



It didn't take long before we heard the engine of a boat, and soon after I met Vera, Creative Director, Camera Operator and owner of this mansion, Wayne for Technical Support, and Captain John. They knew Quinn already of course, and they approved of me, without question. I had to sign some paperwork, waiving my rights to the pictures they would make, and we agreed on payment. I suggested that I could keep the mermaid suit, rather than a monetary compensation, and we all thought we got the better deal. As a matter of fact, Quinn negotiated as well that she could keep the white suit, but as her shoot was much bigger than my part, she got enough money out of it still.