“But now back to the basics”, Mercedez continued, “I wanted you to get some experience with a male, and I thought you looked good there for a moment. Ready to try again?” She didn't wait for an answer, as she motioned for a young man, who had passed by a few times already, looking at us. Even I had noticed his interest, though he was too shy to act on it.
“Yes Ma'am, Miss”, he stumbled, as he came towards us, “can I help you?”
“As a matter of fact you can”, Mercedez replied, her voice so sweet that even I was willing to do anything she asked, “my girlfriend here is eager to dance some more, but I can't keep up with her. Maybe you can take her on for a while, as I get my breath back. I'll buy you a drink if you dance with her for the next half hour. What's your name, boy?”
“It's Stephen, Miss. I'd be honored to dance with her, but I'm not very good.” And he looked apologetic at me. But I got up, and said, “Don't worry about it, Stephen, we'll work it out. I'm Jessica by the way.” And I pulled him on the floor, as I gave a wink back at Mercedez, who sent an air-kiss after me.
He wasn't too bad, he just was very nervous. He barely dared to touch me, and I had to order him to put his hands on my hips, preferably on my butt. And slowly he found some confidence, and I could let him lead me. It took until a slow dance before he finally dared to talk.
As expected, his first question was about me clearly being lesbian, why would I dance with him? The simplest answer was “I'm bi”, as the truth was way too complicated. But it brought a smile to his face. The next question was just as predictable. “Why me?” And the simplest answer was “Why not you?” He started ticking off reasons, like better looking guys, better dancers, and before he could continue I simply shut him up by kissing him full on the mouth.
At that moment it didn't occur to me this was the first guy I kissed in my life. I just thought at that moment that he had clearly brushed his teeth, and he had a nice taste in his mouth. It was fun to feel his reaction as I probed his mouth with my tongue. At first he gave me full access, then he carefully started to probe back, and I let him. In a way I recognized my old nerdy self in him, shy until given the opportunity.
It was nice as he groped my breast with one hand, as I pulled him tightly into me. I could feel the beginning of a hard-on pushing into my belly. I made sure we both could breathe, but no chance he could pull away. The kiss lasted the whole song, as I could feel his desire for me grow.
He took the lead in the two fast numbers that followed, and then with the next slow song, he was the first to start a kiss again. The boy was slowly losing his shyness. I figured it was time to move forward, so I brought him back to Mercedez, who was waiting for us with a smile on her face. An unopened bottle with a green liquid was waiting for him.
Stephen looked at the bottle and asked what it was. Mercedez was very upfront with him, and she explained that my pussy was off limits, exclusively hers, but that I loved being taken doggie-style, in the rear. If that wasn't something that Stephen was comfortable with, then the drink would help, soothe his nerves, and increase his libido. She suspected he'd be a hit afterwards as well, as the girls would line up to be with him. It was his choice, but he wouldn't regret it.
It took him a whole five seconds to make a decision. And he had a bottle opener on his key-chain. And unlike Brodie he emptied the bottle in one huge sip, then smacked his lips. I was so proud of him.
Mercedez took his hand, as his body was reacting already, and this time I followed right behind him. Indeed many girls had their eyes on him, on us, and I could feel myself getting moist, my own body preparing for him.
It was a small room, with soft pillows on the floor, and I wasted no time, sitting down on all fours, pulling my skirt up, and my panties to the side, offering my wanting hole. I heard Mercedez encouraging him softly, and helping him to get his pants down. She suggested a tiny bit of gel to make it more comfortable for both of us, and from his moan I could tell she was applying it. Then he pushed in slowly.
I hadn't even seen his dick, but my guess is that the drink had helped him a lot, as he was massive. Just what I needed. He went in deep on his first stroke, then pulled slightly back and went in deeper. In just seconds I could feel him touch my pleasure point, but he went way beyond that. Luckily the pressure inside me never subsided, so I could concentrate on my own pleasure, as I pushed back into him, adding my own moans.
When he came, I could feel him squirt inside me, but it wasn't enough to pull me over the edge, and he was pulling out already, releasing the pressure inside me. He was over the top, so happy, asking me, “You came, right baby?” I gave him points for caring, so I replied, “of course, darling.”
Maybe he expected me to clean his dick, but I didn't feel like it. Luckily Mercedez pushed something in my hole, to keep the goo from messing up my dress. It made me feel slightly better. I heard her say, “I'll be back in a minute”, and suddenly I was alone.
I'm not sure why I was suddenly depressed, but I didn't even feel like getting up. I missed Sheila suddenly, she had never left me hanging. I missed being a mermaid, my life had never been happier. And suddenly I started crying.
A moment later Mercedez was back and had her arms around me, and she pulled me in her lap. I didn't need to explain anything. She just let me cry, as she caressed my face. I just stopped thinking for a while, as I rested my head on her breasts. When I finally got myself under control again, I asked her if we could go for a walk.
I loved the nightly walk as much as my first days here, a lifetime ago. Mercedez held my hand and eventually I found the courage to explain. I don't think men were for me. I needed Sheila. I wanted to be a mermaid again. I wanted my own breasts. I wanted to have a pussy. I wanted to have a mermaid pussy.
I think she understood. We're just not all the same. She needs her leather, I want my tail. She hangs on to her manhood. I want womanhood. But we both want our lovers. She told me not to worry, she'll take care of it.
As we ended up at the cottage, I dropped dead in bed, and vaguely I was aware she was on the phone, before I fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next day was much better, and I apologized for being down the night before. She just took me through a slew of exercises, pushing me hard, yet gentle. At the salon they worked on my chest, removing the hardened gel, and before I could protest they gave me something that didn't take me out, but I also had no clue what was going on. I remember a similar thing at the dentist once, when they had to take out my wisdom tooth.
And although I was groggy, I was very aware that I had small breasts now. Real breasts. And it was the best gift ever. Just to be sure I checked my crotch area, and I almost felt disappointed that my “stuff” was still there. But it was smoother than ever in that area, so maybe they did work on that as well. And as I looked around I saw myself in a mirror, and they had clearly worked on my face. It was smooth and the makeup was perfect. And my hair…
My hair. It was no longer a wig. But it was beautifully long, and when I pulled softly I could feel the pain. Somehow this was attached to me. And I realized that if Mercedez wanted to make me feel better, this was the most perfect way she could have done it.
The door opened, and my angel stepped inside, with a big smile on her face. I jumped from the padded table I was on, thinking of giving her a huge hug. But my grogginess wasn't over yet, and I almost fell to the ground, stumbling into her arms. “Careful now, baby”, she said, and held me tight. I just managed to say “Thank you”, before tears poured from my eyes, this time from happiness.
“I brought you some clothes”, she said, when I felt slightly better. It was a lingerie set, made from soft leather. Obviously I had been wearing bras in the past couple of days, but wrapping the leather around real breasts was unlike anything I ever felt. And the same was true in my super smooth crotch area.
The dress was silver, metalish, I have no better word to describe it. It allowed my bra to just peek out a bit, and I knew this would draw looks to my new breasts. When I put on two inch sandals, I noticed the perfect pedicure. And a quick check showed a similarly perfect manicure. It was getting better and better.
Mercedez held my hand as we walked back “home”. She made me take an hour nap, that lasted two hours, but by then I was in a really good mood, despite a clear pain I felt now in my breast area. Tiny incisions were covered up with a simple bandaid, and the pain would last for maybe another day. Mercedez said that in a few days they would finish the job, and add a cup size, but first my skin had to adapt to the current size.
I felt like showing off my silver dress, so we went to the pool area where games could be played. We ran into Naomi, who was sunbathing there with a pretty girl. It took a second look before I recognized Brodie, who now went by Bianca. She looked very happy and was still totally devoted to Naomi. The next day they would travel back home, as Naomi had been able to convert my ticket into her name.
This reminded me that I was expected back at work in two days, and in a quick text to my boss I put in my immediate resignation. I couldn't believe how easy it was to let go. He double checked to make sure it was me, and that I was okay, and I simply explained that I had found the love of my life, and I would move in with her in Florida. He took it well, and wished me all the best.
My positive mood remained for the week following, as my body shape improved thanks to the rigorous training, a strict diet, in combination with some restrictive garments, and finally another breast improvement. They also injected some gel in strategic places on my hips and buttocks, and even my lips, that were seductively red now in a very kissable shape.
There was nothing of my old male look left, apart from my manhood, which Mercedez pumped night after night, and then she went on having my sperm processed and frozen. This became more and more of a challenge, as outside these sessions a tiny tube was inserted in my peehole, that left my dick smaller and smaller, incapable of swelling, and with my testicles pushed back inside my body, I could wear the tiniest bikini and you'd think I had a nice camel toe.
That's when an employee from the mermaid suit company arrived on the island, who stayed in our guestroom in the cottage. Her name was Lauren and she clearly was one of the brains behind the company with a love for mermaids that easily matched mine.
She mostly approved of the changes that had been applied to my body, but her main interest was my crotch area. My “milking” was over, as a much longer tube became a permanent part of my body. My testicles were freed from their uncomfortable location, but then massaged into a separated position, and with the use of some surgical glue held in place within my scrotum.
Not until my new plumbing was to her satisfaction did she show me the fleshy contraption that would become my pussy. My mermaid pussy, thanks to a small silver triangle of micro scales that would hide the slit that opened into a tube-like sleeve. Not until the “surgery” took place, which was really a painless procedure during which the contraption was glued between my legs, did I realize the extent of these changes.
My slit was hiding two holes. The top one was my new pussy, which Lauren tested with a very familiar snake-like dildo. As she slowly pushed it inside me, I could feel it rub my testicles and the most sensitive side of my dick, both of which caused an increased blood flow that made everything in that area swell up, giving the impression of clamping onto the intruder, and increasing the pleasant feeling. The snake could go much deeper, eventually reaching my rear hole, where it could slide in for at least a foot, which explains why she was locking the contraption so deep inside my rectum.
The second hole also went into my rectum, but was used to relieve myself. Somehow the tube from my pee hole fed into that as well, so from now on I had to awkwardly sit on the toilet, both for numbers one and two. Somehow, the rubbery extension of my intestines was designed to push out waste, just by squeezing a few of my muscles in that area. Once I was a mermaid I could have real sex, and relieving myself would feel more natural.
Lauren explained that I was the second person in the world with a mermaid pussy. Before I could ask she lifted up her skirt, showing me her gold micro scales. The difference with mine was that her pussy entrance would feed straight into her real pussy. Once a mermaid, nobody would be able to tell the difference.
She had another surprise, when she lifted up her top, and pulled her bra to the side. Her breasts were covered in the same gold micro scales, which, as she explained, identified her as being a mermaid in her human form. And I knew right away that's what I wanted as well. I didn't want to be a human, that sometimes dressed as a mermaid. I wanted to be a mermaid that had to live in a human form from time to time.
She had not expected anything else, and she showed me the silver scales that would cover my breasts. These were not simply glued on, they were pushed on and hundreds of micro needles pushed into my skin, drawing blood, and somehow merging into my own skin. It was very painful and it would take a few days before it was all healed, but she welcomed me right away to her mermaid world. And that's what I felt, I had found my destiny in life.
Mercedez was in a whole different situation, as she had no intention to become a “real” mermaid, and give up on her manhood. The new suits Lauren had brought for us required the plumbing however to be applied, before the suit was pulled on.
So, Lauren had constructed a temporary solution for Mercedez, using a different kind of glue, still with her rectum extended to the front, similar to what the mermaid suits did before. But her dick would be hidden under a sheath, so it could be released for sexual interaction, unlike the old suits.
With my breasts painful, I had no interest in sex, but Lauren needed to make sure that Mercedez's solution worked. And thus I witnessed a very entertaining show in which Mercedez freed her dick from the sheath and took Lauren's mermaid virginity, as it had never been penetrated yet by a real dick. This went from a scientific experiment real quickly into hot sex, as both women came multiple times, without ever disconnecting. Just watching made me hot myself, and I couldn't wait until it was my turn to be on the receiving end.
In the next days working out was the main topic. Lauren introduced a few exercises that would help to strengthen our ankles, our knees and our hips, and even our toes. This would help once we were wearing our tails, as I knew well. But, as Lauren explained, the ankles and toes had more control over the new tails, compared to what I had experienced already.
Finally it was time to walk to the mermaid HQ, although a day sooner than expected. It was because we'd be fitted with the still experimental new suits, and we'd get an extra day with just Lauren to get used to them.
The first thing I noticed was that the suits were lighter again, and she confirmed that. It had to do with the new gel that was used to form the skin and the mass around our legs. The gel was more porous, and because of that it could “store” air. Enough to stay underwater for at least fifteen minutes, without the need for the tanks the old suits offered, exaggerating the breast sizes. The skin was thicker though, but it followed our curves in a much more realistic way.
It was a physics and chemical process that made it work. Floating on the surface would cause a chemical reaction that sucked air into the pores of the gel, all the way into the tail. But, once a few feet underwater, the pressure caused the gel to expel the air again, and through smart channels it was led towards the nostrils, under an invisible second skin that covered the face. In the old suit that cover went all the way around the head, with the need to create artificial hair. In the new design the second skin was still there, but it let our own hair through, so in a way we looked much more like ourselves.
I had noticed before that Lauren had piercings in her cheeks, close to her ears, but in the mermaid suit this was her way to get air out of her system, rather than through the mouth. The piercings looked like a small fish scale, but as a mermaid it looked like a part of her body. I knew right away I wanted that as well at some point.
Thanks to the prefab plumbing and the lighter material it was much easier to get the suit on, as a matter of fact, I could pull it on all by myself. Plus it was really easy to get to our slit for, you know, relieving ourselves. Once more I had a silver suit, but the scale patterns across my body were more intricate and definitely more sexy. As expected Lauren's suit was gold. And Mercedez had a pinkish suit, which contrasted perfectly with her black skin. And seeing her curves I understood why Sue was delighted about her wife finally trying.
One thing I noticed was that the tails seemed longer than before, which added to the more sleek look, and Lauren confirmed that an extra two feet was added and a mechanical construction gave ankle and toe movements a much stronger effect on the way the fluke moved.