There was something in the way she said it. I had butterflies in my tummy for most of the week. But this felt like a commitment to a serious relationship, and it warmed my heart. I pulled her into me, and gave her everything I had inside me through a deep long kiss. This must be what love feels like. And she returned it, just as eager.
“Well, well”, we heard a voice behind us, “seems like it was a good decision to pair the two of you.” It was Sue, also on her way to the hotel. ”Yes”, I answered, “and we'll be grateful to you for the rest of our lives.” She laughed, “Just don't forget about me when you guys are getting married.” Haha, we're definitely not ready for that yet, but Sheila said, “We will, you'll be our guest of honor. And thanks again for letting us have grotto nine, it was just perfect for us!”
I looked at her in wonder. Marriage? I still couldn't get over the fact that such a beautiful woman had an interest in me, the nerd. But marriage? And then I saw it in her eyes. I was exactly what she needed, and when you get lucky enough to find what you need, you lock it in. And I really liked the thought of being locked in by her. So, I said to Sue, “Yes, thanks Sue. You really changed my life, and I have never been happier.” But I looked in Sheila's eyes as I said it, and I gave her my silent “I do”, but the way her face lit up, you'd think I had shouted it out.
We agreed to meet Sue for dinner later, and arm in arm, even slower than before, we walked to Sheila's room. Nothing was said anymore, no need to question or explain. And in her room, she pushed me on my back on her bed, and as she lifted my skirt, I spread my legs, and with a strap-on she had pulled from a drawer she made me her woman, her human woman. And in doing so, she became mine as well, and we both knew it.
So, it's not our sex life, either mermaid or human, nor our mermaid life, which was very much the two of us in a very big ocean, but how will our human life be, surrounded by so many other people? Dinner with Sue, with whom we met up in a Brazilian restaurant, would be the first test.
When Sue introduced us to her wife, Mercedez, I was speechless. All I could think of was a Nubian queen, so beautiful and royal she was. In a leather corset dress showing off her curves, on towering heels, her arms, shoulders and neck adorned with shiny steel jewelry, a wide choker being the masterpiece. Her long hair framed the perfect skin of her face, and her lovely smile showed perfectly white teeth. She was totally perfect!
And funny. And lovely. And a perfect companion to spend a wonderful night with. Sheila and Sue were soon talking mermaid business, so I had Mercedez all to myself. She had a thousand stories, but was very interested in mine as well, and before I knew it I even shared the more intimate side of being a mermaid with her. She had heard a few things from Sue already, but she let me talk.
She called herself jokingly a trophy wife, but she also explained how much work it was to keep her body in shape. And she suggested, in a very nice way, that she could help me shape mine. I wanted nothing more.
As a matter of fact, after dinner Sue wanted to show Sheila some paperwork in the office here in the hotel. And she suggested Mercedez show me their cottage, and we'd meet up again in an hour in the dance hall.
Mercedez took my hand as she guided me out, and for the first time in my life I got a hint of what it is when people stare at you, envious about me walking hand in hand with a goddess. Mercedez was totally oblivious, clearly used to getting all the attention.
So, she and Sue lived on the property, but the cottage was their own. No maid service, she joked, yet I didn't see a speck of dust. Still, it felt very much like a home, until I saw their private gym. It wasn't big, but it had everything. And she invited me to come every day for a workout, as long as I followed her special training program. I joked that unfortunately I wouldn't get curves like her, since technically I was still a man under my dress. But then she said she started out just like me.
This perfect queen was once a man? Impossible! But as she found an old fashioned photo album, she showed me pictures made during her transition. I was stunned and impressed. And she was going to help me do the same. Was that even possible?
But, she gave me an idea at least. What exercises to do, what not to do. What to eat, what not to eat. How much to eat. And again she said, if I followed her instructions, it would simply happen.
She wanted to know if I wanted to surprise Sheila later. Of course I would want that. She came back with some lingerie, a leather skirt, and a silver tank top, and I had to take my dress off. She approved of my breasts, but she replaced my corset with a waist cincher. The bra and panty set felt so soft and covered me nicely. Fishnet stockings that stuck to the top of my leg made my legs look longer, as did the four inch heels she had me step in. The silver top showed a lot of cleavage, and the skirt I finally had to step in was buttersoft. I'd never touched anything like it, and I loved how it swished around my legs. Then she sat me down and did my makeup.
As she did her magic, she wanted to know if I was to stay a girl, or did I have to go back into boy-mode. Now, that was a question. I had only agreed to three days and nights. It would make it close to the end of my vacation, since we used up our second mermaid session already. But something told me, if I'd go back to being Jeff, I'd be going home to my boring job and boring life, wishing even more to be a mermaid and escape it all.
But if I stayed Jessica, I'd go back with Sheila, the woman who had so easily conquered my heart, and in return gave her own. I'd have to find a new job, but I doubted my life would ever be boring again. And we'd have the mermaid suits, any time we wanted we could change. And sex was so much better as a woman.
Until now I hadn't even realized it, but the decision was made already. Not just by Sheila, who had made a deal to get both our mermaid suits. But I had committed as well. As a mermaid and as a human. I liked the skirts around my legs. I liked wearing heels. I liked being the woman that Sheila wanted. Needed. And I needed her.
I hadn't even realized that I'd been saying it all out loud, and Mercedez was smiling. She saw herself in me, she said, and she was going to make me as pretty as her. I thought saying pretty was almost an insult for someone as beautiful as her, but I'd take it even if I ended up only half as pretty.
She asked, if I was going to need a new job anyway, why not stay a week longer, or maybe two. It would really help with my training. We could get the guestroom if we wanted. Oh, I wanted to, yes. But we needed to convince Sheila. “Girl”, she ended the conversation, “the way you look now, she's gonna give you the moon.”
She was right. I saw Sheila drool, when we met up again. And it was sexy how she licked her lips clean. And it messed up the careful plan that she and Sue had worked on to convince me to stay for another two weeks. She just blurted it out. And was Mercedez okay with us staying in their guestroom?
I played it innocently, as I gave a quick wink at Mercedez. “Sure, I wouldn't mind. But only if Mercedez is okay with it.” And thus allowing her to set the “demands”.
“Wellll”, Mercedez dragged it out, “I'm fine with it, but… but only if I can take Jessica under my wings and make her a better woman. And I will need four weeks at least.”
I had to chuckle on the way she said it. Then I realized she had doubled my time here. Sheila drew the wrong conclusion as she saw the sudden shock on my face. “Oh.. maybe that's a bit too much. We can't expect you to give up your privacy that long.”
I took my cue now. “I could really use Mercedez's help. Perhaps I could do another mermaid session to give her a break?”
It was Sue now who gave in. “Four weeks would give us more time with the manufacturer. This may work. I think I can schedule Jessica for a free session in two weeks…”
Mercedez jumped on it. “I appreciate you guys worrying about me. But schedule me as her partner, so I can teach her, even as a mermaid.”
“You?” Sue was stunned now. “You've never shown any interest in my work. You as a mermaid? God yes! I will make sure we have a camera crew ready. That will be the best promotion ever for Mermaid Bay.”
I wasn't sure who was better at this game, but somehow I figured we all got what we wanted. And we all thought we were smarter than the rest. Obviously, I was best off. Four weeks with this goddess, and even a mermaid session with her.
Then Sheila put in her fifteen cents. “We may just get that special air-tank built in their suits that the manufacturer was talking about. That would give them twenty minutes non-stop underwater. Wouldn't that make great footage?” That sounded so unreal that I couldn't believe it, but Sue nodded. “We'll have to leave first thing in the morning. This may just work out perfectly!”
So, instead of dancing the night away, we had a few drinks and left, as the first flight departed early, and Sue had managed to find two spots on it. I spent our last night together in Sheila's arms. She wanted to make sure I was fine with everything that was happening, which I was of course.
She also wanted me to enjoy my time becoming and being a woman. And I should enjoy the sex that was without a doubt in store for me. “Don't deny yourself on my behalf”, she said, “Mercedez is beautiful and I know she wants you, and so do many guys out there. Just like Sue wants me, and I want her. We both can learn from this, as long as you always remember that you are mine, and I am yours.”
With that thought we fell asleep, and she was gone by the time I woke up. Mercedez brought me breakfast in bed, and she was very upfront. “Just you and me, girl, for the next four weeks, and I'm gonna make you look stunning. Part of what I'm going to teach you is how to satisfy a woman in bed, and also how to satisfy a man in bed. From now on you'll be in my bed at night, unless you hook up with someone for a night, purely for training purposes of course.”
She was tough, not just on me, but also on herself. We spent a few hours in the gym, pushing me to a point where I could literally feel the calories burning away. But only in the places that she wanted, she called it sculpting. I was glad she included strength training on my legs, specifically the muscles I need when in mermaid mode. I had a love-hate relationship with the treadmill, as I was in four inch heels. Not running, mind you, but nothing slow either. I had to concentrate on rolling my feet the right way, putting my foot in a straight line with my other, and get that automatic shake of my rear moving to perfection.
In the shower afterwards she soaped me carefully, massaging each tired muscle in a sensual way, explaining what caused the pain in them, and why it was important to exercise them. I had never had a clue that I had that many muscles, but I enjoyed her thoroughness. Then she had me do the same to her, recognizing the tenderness in each part of the body, and that included her magnificent breasts.
And there was always time for intimacy, as much part of my training as it was for fun. Fashion classes was next, as she kept me in nothing less than four inch heels, where she herself could only relax her feet in five inches. She called it a sacrifice well worth the initial pain. She instilled a love in me for leather, not very practical in the caribbean climate, but she promised it would result in the same goddess status she so easily displayed.
Sheer dresses to fishnets, sexy to professional, showing off to hiding assets, casual to extravagant, lingerie or not, visible or not, we touched everything as she explained the art of fashion and the smarts behind it. Then makeup, and how to change my looks to match my fashion, but also to either match my mood, or hide my mood.
We did end up in the spa, but as she relaxed, they worked on removing every body and facial hair I had. Permanently. It was so painful, but they all kept reminding me, beauty is pain. Until it's nothing but pleasure. I started wondering if four weeks was enough to reach that status.
Food was a whole new topic. Yes, you can enjoy everything they put in front of you, but that's definitely not smart. Know what calories to take, what vegetables are healthy, what protein to consume, what to stay away from, what to drink, what not to drink, learning about the hundreds of fruits. It was exhausting, but slowly I picked up on the science behind the art of food. We would go to the massive buffets in the hotel, mainly to identify the no-no's. But mostly she taught me how to cook, what to cook, how to buy the right groceries. We went to local markets as well as the more American style supermarkets.
It was as exhausting as it was refreshing. A lifestyle based on health and perfection. Not just for me, but also for my partner, my spouse, my lover. In essence I learned how to be the perfect woman behind the successful one, and I started wondering if that was in store for me. Would I even go back to finding a job, and waste my life working for someone else, or should I concentrate on building my family with Sheila?
That was a part where even Mercedez had a gray area. Yes, she wanted children, and that's why she kept her manhood intact, but Sue wasn't ready for that yet. But, they had set their time-line or deadline, whatever you want to call it.
And I knew, deep inside me, that my time-line with Sheila to start that family would be much shorter. In a way I was on a different path, as for me womanhood was the ultimate goal. And that included mermaidhood, but no longer manhood. With all of the teachings these four weeks, that was a part of me I learned myself. And I chuckled on the thought of one day teaching Mercedez on how to change a diaper.
So yes, sex with Mercedez was an experience in itself. And although she tried me to be more dominant, it was clear that was not for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not just submissive, and waiting for my partner in bed to do anything they want with me. But I embraced being on the receiving side and I worked hard on getting what I wanted. But Mercedez made one thing clear. I could not give up on my manhood, until I had completed building that family that I wanted. So, in all our exercises in bed, we made sure that part of me stayed functional.
Outward facing, Mercedez was much more dominant than I would ever be, although she tried to teach me that part as well, at least the basics, even if it was just pure for self defense. And that became more obvious the second night we were together, as she was teaching me her moves on the dance floor.
We had hooked up with one of her friends, a pretty girl named Naomi, with a shiny black skin, and who turned out to be similar to us, a significant manhood under her skirt. And it was Brodie, on one of his last nights here, that was hitting on us.
He came onto me first, the only white girl, I guess. In a way it was a smooth move, recognizing that we were three, and that he would make four. Mercedez assumed it would be a good lesson in flirting for me, so she suggested I dance with him.
He wasn't a bad dancer, although he pulled me quite tight into him. I couldn't believe that he used his missing room mate as an excuse to instill sympathy in me. I played along, but I asked him how old his roommate was, and he was off by one year. I asked him how close they were, and he actually wiped a few tears from his eyes, saying if his friend wasn't on the plane in two days, he had no clue how to tell his parents. I almost felt sorry for him, except I was sure he didn't even know my parents. When I saw Naomi, I motioned for her to take over my dance.
Back with Mercedez she complimented me for how smooth I got Naomi in his arms, as she clearly had her eyes on him. But when I explained he was my roommate, who had been chasing girls for two weeks, she got upset. Then she said “Leave it to me.”
When they got back from the dance floor, he held Naomi's hand, and it was clear to me that she was his next conquest. Or victim, whatever you want to call it. But Mercedez was as sweet as she could be, and she challenged him to take a special seaweed drink that would improve his performance. He actually had heard of it, and he nodded, and Mercedez went to the bar and talked with the barkeeper.
She came back with an unopened bottle with a greenish drink, and she used her teeth to remove the cap, as she handed the drink to Brodie. He drank it eagerly, even though I could see in his face it didn't taste great.
Within minutes he started shifting around, and I could see his hard-on growing in his shorts. Mercedez took his hands and pulled him up, saying she knew a private spot close by. She motioned for Naomi to follow her, and gave me a wink, telling me to wait here.
It took probably thirty minutes before they got back, during which I had actually danced with two different guys. Brodie's demure had totally shifted, although he was holding Naomi's hand like before. But to me it seemed like she was in control now, and he seemed to adore her. Mercedez sat down with me, and Naomi said she was going to her room. She hugged me, thanking me for putting Brodie in her arms, as I saw Brodie thank Mercedez for “the best thing that ever happened in his life”, at which Mercedez replied, “make sure you always treat her as the princess she is”, and he nodded.
As Naomi led Brodie away to her room, I looked confused at Mercedez. “What the hell happened?” And she explained.
“Remember the drink we gave him? That stuff is real, it is more potent than Viagra and much faster working. I think you saw the effect it had on him. But, it makes the desire to procreate so strong, that the mind becomes more open to accept less conventional ways to get his need for sex resolved.
By the time we reached my little getaway, he was practically begging for it, and when Naomi lifted up her skirt and showed her dick, he panicked. But, she sat on all fours, offering her rear, and he didn't hesitate and mounted her doggie-style. I trained her myself, so she took his enlarged member in, enjoying it even, and he got so hot from her moaning, that he didn't even protest when I mounted him doggie-style as well. Mind you, I had lubed myself severely, and I slid right in. He came harder than ever in his life, when I filled him up, and at that moment, thanks to the drink, the mind is so open for suggestion, I told him that from now on he will want to be the girl, and taken from behind or in the mouth will be the only way for him to cum.
And with Naomi still rock hard, he begged her to take him and make him her woman. She first fucked his throat, and boy, did he like that. But then she took his rear as well, and by then I was restored enough to take his throat at the same time. As we both shot our loads deep inside him, his whole body shuddered so hard from his own orgasm, that it sealed that pleasure in his mind forever. He is devoted to Naomi now and will do anything to repeat that feeling again. He'll be wearing a dress and a wig and breast forms to prove himself to her and be her little bitch. I expect them to be married before you say yes to Sheila.”
I couldn't believe what she told me, but I had just seen Brodie following Naomi like a little puppy. And something inside me loved the idea of him finding his match, the way he had gone through girls in the past weeks. She was perfect for him, I figured.