I was tricked. But I didn't realize it until it was too late. My friend Femke had called me earlier that she was going to check out a new place, with top of the line mermaid tails. She'd let me know if I should come as well, based on the collection that they had.



So, when she sent a text, saying the place was amazing, and I should come over, as she got to try a few tails and stay overnight in her favorite one, I had no reason to doubt her words. Only later did I wonder why she hadn't called.



The place was a mansion on at least ten acres of land, fully fenced off. Not a simple fence that you climb over, it seemed more like a prison fence. But then again, a beautiful place like that probably wanted to keep burglars out.



When I told them my name through the intercom, the gate opened automatically, without making a sound. Driving towards the building I saw several swimming pools. More than normal, but I guess if you sell mermaid tails, you probably want people to try them out, like Femke had said.



The reception was friendly and efficient. I was given a tablet, with pictures of about a hundred tails in different shapes and colors. I had to pick one. I really wanted to talk to Femke first, to see what she had picked. I also didn't like that there were no prices. They told me I could see her, after I had make my pick, so I wasn't affected by her choice. They wanted me to pick the best tail for me. Fair!



Also, I wasn't to worry about the price. They had several plans available to make my dream tail affordable. But their policy was that I tried out the tail first, before they discussed money matters. In the back of my mind I had a little warning signal going off, but from their point of view it made sense. What customer finding the perfect tail would not figure out a way to afford it?



Seeing the images on the tablet though put all my worries aside. If the quality of these tails was even close to what they looked like in this catalog, then Femke had been right. We both would be thrilled for years to come.



Not one of the pictures showed a guy though, but I was told that most tails were unisex, so I just had to picture myself in place of the woman with each tail.



After about ten pictures I knew I had found my dream tail. It was pure white with translucent scales. The fluke was large, just the way I like it, and it had little fins that seemed to move by themselves in realistic spots.



The tail had a matching top, that showed both skin and scales in strategic places, and I wondered if they had a male version of that, as the photo showed a good amount of cleavage in the sexy bust line.



They told me that Femke was already practicing in one of the indoor pools, and I could change first in my own tail, before I'd join her. Again, they were very professional. And by the time I held the tail in my hands, I knew I was sold. Whatever the cost, I wanted it. The sales lady only smiled.



I felt a bit uncomfortable as a few minutes later I stood naked in front of a technician. A female one. Come to think of it, I had yet to see another man. She sprayed my whole body with some slippery goo, which would help in getting the tight tail on. It was still hell. I wondered if perhaps they had given me the wrong size, but the tech told me not to worry. They always get it on you eventually.



I guess in the end she was right, as the edge of the tail reached my crotch area. It got a bit uncomfortable there, but for a different reason. She had to guide my dick into a special pouch, and when that was finally in place, she pushed something more solid in my rear. I literally squeaked, which made us both laugh.



The explanation was simple. If you wear a tail for a longer period of time, at some point you have to do your business. The plumbing they pushed inside me would support that. And just like that the tail closed over my hips. The discomfort of the plumbing was forgotten, as it was simply perfect.



The tech gave me a few minutes to admire myself, but then she wanted me to close my eyes and lift up my arms. I had totally forgotten to ask about a male top, and simply hoped for the best, as she pulled it over me.



This time it was the sleeves for my arms that were too tight, but again, she managed to get it on me. What I hadn't expected though was something covering my head, and she told me to keep my eyes closed, as she fitted the mask. When she told me to open my mouth, I started asking why, and that was all she needed to push a rubber-like thing inside my mouth. My protests were immediately muffled, as it seemed the thing expanded in my mouth.



I experienced something else disturbing. Whatever was over my head had closed off my ears, as I simply went deaf. No, not quite, as I could hear myself mumble inside my head, but not one sound came through from around me. But, she was clearly still working to fit the thing over my head better, so I hoped for the best.



Apparently she was done, as I could feel her pull the top down over my chest. She was doing something around my nipples and suddenly an incredibly sharp pain shocked my body. It was like she cut off my nipples. I screamed in agony, but I could hardly hear any sound, due to the gag. I tried to push her away, but there was something weird with my hands.



When the pain in my chest slowly subsided I could feel her hand push on something in my crotch area. I could feel something clamp down, like a rat trap, and the pain that followed made the pain in my nipples feel like a pleasant brush with a feather.



I wanted to fight the pain, but it was so overwhelming that I passed out.

I have no idea how long I was out, but I heard a voice in my head urging me to wake up. Deanna.. Deanna!

Who was Deanna?



When I opened my eyes, I realized I was still in the dressing room, and the same tech looked at me with a concerned look on her face. She sprayed something in my mouth, and I found the gag was still there, apparently with a tube in it, as the fluids hit my throat. I had no choice but to swallow or drown, so I swallowed the foul drink, but it relieved the pain in my body right away.



Suddenly I could hear her voice in my head, as she spoke, “Deanna, are you okay?”

I couldn't speak, so I shook my head. I wasn't Deanna, and I wasn't okay!



She told me not to worry, the pain would soon be gone. And because I was a mermaid now, she had given me a more fitting name than Drew. I was a mermaid now?



She had turned me to a full length mirror, and indeed, I was a mermaid now. I didn't recognize myself at all, I was a complete female now, from my raven black long hair, to my slightly slanted eyes, to the breasts that hung down from my chest, white scales covering them exactly like I'd seen on the picture before. I hated to say it, but I was just as sexy as the woman in that picture.



I reached up to feel my face, but something slapped me right where I wanted to touch my skin. I looked at my own arm, but where my hand used to be was now something that looked like a tentacle. In a quick move I looked at my other hand, and it was a tentacle as well. It had a sort of fin attached over most of the length, which could help while swimming I figured. What had they done to me?



It was like the tech could read my mind, as I heard her voice in my head again. “Welcome to life as a mermaid, Deanna. Yes, you are a mermaid now. Permanently, as your old skin is dissolving thanks to the goo we sprayed on you, and your new skin is already bonding with your body.”



“You probably remember when we pierced your nipples, as your new breasts connected to them, which will give you some feeling in your new nipples. They can give you pleasure”, and she put her lips on one of my scale covered breasts, giving me an instant pleasurable feeling, “or they can induce pain”, and she squeezed my nipple hard, and I cried out soundlessly.



“Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. Your mouth is now for breathing and feeding and maybe some oral sex, as there is no need for speaking when you live underwater. And we control any sound you can hear, so we can command you, even when you're miles away.”

Yeah right, like I would do what you tell me bitch… never!



Again it was like she could read my mind, as she continued, saying, “Oh yes. You'll do what we say. Remember the pain in your crotch?” How could I not?

“Essentially we sucked the balls from your scrotum, and replaced them with our control center. Since you are a mermaid, you have a pussy now, like every woman, and we can provide pleasure”, and an unbelievably good feeling expanded from my crotch area, “or pain.” Again, I almost passed out from the cruciating pain replacing the good feeling from a second before.



She continued explaining how similarly she could control pleasure and pain in my anal tract, and only then did I become aware how my tail trashed back and forth. “We will train you”, she continued, “and your friend Femke, until you will do as we ask without thinking. We will reward you with pleasure, and punish with pain, until you're ready to be sold. After that, your new owners can do with you as they please.”



Sold? New owners? I was being kidnapped and trained as a slave? This could not be happening! It was just a bad dream, right?



But it wasn't. As I was loaded onto a wheelchair, and taken underground in an elevator, they guided me through the hallways, and I saw left and right aquariums, with either one or two mermaids in it. All of them beautiful. Like beta fish in a pet store, I thought. I counted at least twenty, before we stopped, and I recognized Femke right away.



I had always admired her beauty, sometimes wishing we were more than just friends. But she had always been very clear. Her life goal was to live as a mermaid, and her vision of her mate was another mermaid. Right now it seemed we were one step closer to both our wishes.



I was very unceremoniously lifted up on what looked like a swing, and dumped from the top into the aquarium, after which they closed the top. There was no air in the tank.



Femke swam at me, clearly not recognizing me, but she pulled me towards a breathing tube, and she showed me how to cover my mouth over it, and indeed, I could take a couple of deep breaths.



When she pulled me away, and she took her own breath from the tube, reality hit me. There were two mermaids and only one tube. We had to work together in order to survive. Who came up with this ludicrousy?



But there was not a lot of time to waste, I needed air again, and she had vacated the tube already. I got my fill and looked around. The aquarium was not very big, but enough for her to swim in circles, in three dimensions.



In the tails I had seen her swim with before, she had always been very graceful, like she was a mermaid by heart. And now, it seemed like the most natural, the way she swam around. I had always been clumsy next to her, but it was just a matter of practice, she had always claimed.



So, after taking a deep breath, I started swimming as well. Again, I felt so clumsy next to her, but something in the way I moved made her recognize me. Her eyes went wide, as reality hit her now as well.



She swam towards me, kissing me on the lips, making it clear she knew it was me. I tried to smile reassuringly, but it turned into a cry. She pulled me in a hug to comfort me, her awkward tentacles around me. That's when a voice startled us both.



It was like inside my head, as I had heard the tech before. And Femke clearly heard it as well. The voice said, “Welcome to the Mermaid Shop, Femke and Deanna. Yes, you got it right, Deanna is your former friend Drew, but he is gone forever. You are a couple now, depending on each other to survive. Eventually, you will be sold, together, as none will be able to live without the other.



“For the next few weeks you two will be working on getting less dependent on the breathing tube. We expect you to go for at least five minutes, before you take another breath. We will teach you how to sleep together without drowning, as your bodies are adapting to your new life.



“Yes, you may remember the tech mentioning to you how your original skin is dissolving, so your new skin can bond to your body. But there is more. Over the next couple of weeks, the bones in your arms and legs will also dissolve, and be replaced by our latest invention, an organic gel.



“This gel has the strength of bones, but not the rigidness of it, making your tail more fluid, and your arms become true tentacles. The gel contains arteries and nerves, and they will slowly connect to your own blood vessels and nerves. In a few years you won't even remember anymore that you once were human.



“Yes, you are nothing more than a pet now. And like any pet you will be trained. You will be rewarded for good behavior and punished for bad behavior. We've taken away your ability to ever speak again, and that includes chewing food. Just like you're depending on your masters to provide you with air, you need them to provide you with food as well. Again, there is one feeding tube that will pump liquid food straight in your throat, through the tube in your mouth.”



As I was listening it dawned on me how terrible the situation was that we were in. We were not even slaves. We were pets! Totally dependent on whomever would own us. Pretty fish on display. I bet they'd teach us some tricks to perform. To wow our new owners. Thank God we were in this together.

What followed next however was even more disturbing.



“We've kept an eye on the two of you for the past four months. And we made sure to get Drew here, using Femke's phone, after we convinced her to visit. Once we got the results of blood tests you both have taken, we knew you were compatible, and I will explain in a bit why that's important. But first I want you to understand that any notion of people searching for you is out of the question.



“We have sent back two look-alikes, each in possession of your favorite tail. Both will send in your notice to your respective workplaces, starting immediately. They will tell the few friends and family you have, that you're going to Florida to fulfill your dreams of being a mermaid and merman. Femke will sell her car for a very good price, which will allow you to rent a cottage along the gulf coast for three months. You will drive there in Drew's car.



“The place is not very popular because there's no nice beach, just rocks. But your replacements will make sure everyone in the area knows that it is ideal for the two of you to practice your swimming with a mermaid tail. Close to three months from now you will both disappear, and a search party will find pieces of tails with your blood on it, after which you both will be pronounced dead. An unfortunate encounter with a shark…”



As the voice told our future, I knew we would never be missed, other than perhaps through a memorial service. Were we worth that much trouble? The answer came right away.



“By the time you will be pronounced dead, you will have finished your training here, and we expect to sell the two of you for at least a million dollars. More, if the auction goes well. It will help fund the development of better tails and perhaps even finish our gills experiment, making mermaids true underwater animals. And of course, to find new candidates like you.”