(Woman to Catfish)
(Woman to Dolphin)
(Woman to Mermaid)
(Woman to Mermaid)

Liz paused, her hand just centimeters from knocking at Yvonne's door. She bit her lower lip nervously, turning to her friends.

“Um... There a problem?” Henri arched an eyebrow, looking down at the girl. Beth, at the older woman's side, frowned as well.

“It's just...” Liz started. “Are we really sure this is the best idea? I mean, we changed Yvonne into a wolf, but... What if she's not as forgiving as you two were?” Liz looked up at the pair of brunettes a little nervously, brushing a finger through her own dyed curls.

“Forgiving? Hell, I'm still thinking of a good way to get back at you two for transforming me.” Henri snorted.

“And I'm still in the mood for a little revenge, myself.” Beth muttered, taking off her glasses to polish them. The motion did little to disguise her ire, and her face darkened slightly with anger.

Liz swallowed. “Right, right. But my point is, what if she's less of a procrastinator than you two? I mean, I don't want to sound racist, but... Russian? Revenge is kind of their deal, you know?”

Beth opened her mouth to consider her friend's words, but instead she closed it a moment later. They didn't know their platinum-blond neighbor as well as they'd known Henri. The only thing the two girls knew was that she ran an incredible bakery, and that Henri was one of her best customers.

Henri simply pushed past the younger girl, rolling her eyes. “Come on, grow up. Yvonne invited us over; she wouldn't do anything dumb.” With that, the chestnut-headed lawyer clicked opened the door, walking in with a smile.

Liz and Beth followed, their eyes widening as they picked up a delicious scent. The two girls looked at each other eagerly, their mouths watering. College students seldom got the chance to adventure in to the realm of fine cuisine, and Yvonne's delicious treats were sublime.

“Oh! You're here early!” The baker in question bobbed into living room with a smile on her face, an apron snug on her curvy figure. All three of her guests visibly started as they realized she was wearing little else aside from the cooking clothes.

Liz squeaked, covering her eyes while Beth politely averted her gaze. Even Henri's eyes widened with surprise. “Um...” The older woman began. “Vonnie? Clothes?”

Yvonne laughed, turning so the girls could see her back. As she did, she revealed an attractive one-piece swimsuit that looked like something out of Baywatch. “I'm wearing a swimsuit!” She chuckled.

“Swimsuit? Why's that?” Henri blinked in confusion, a small frown on her face.

“You remember how I kept asking you to come over last month?” Yvonne started to walk again and she motioned for the group to follow.

“Yeah, and I'm really sorry but... Oh!” Henri gasped, turning back to find Liz and Beth apprehensively still waiting at the entrance of the house. “You guys need to come see this.”

They did, letting out a collective 'ooh' of surprise. Joining Henri, all three women stared at the sight of a glistening, new pool.

“You like?” Yvonne grinned proudly. “Salt water pool, had it installed fresh!”

“This is really awesome!” Henri squeaked in amazement. She'd come from a tropical climate, and this pool was a refreshing reminder of home.

Yvonne's smile only widened. “You mentioned missing the tropics, so I thought I'd make us some fun little treats for a lovely poolside break!”

“Treats?” Liz perked up immediately, all trace of her misgivings completely gone. She perked up, clapping her hands and wiggling her toes against Yvonne's carpet.

Beth smiled as well, her eyes widening slightly as well. “Are you joking? You didn't have to do that for us!”

Yvonne simply chuckled as she walked back to her kitchen, pulling out a tray with four treats on it. “It's fine, I only made enough for all of us. One of each of what you two girls ordered last time you were in my bakery, and a pair of scones for Henri and myself.”

“I do love scones.” Henri cooed, walking up to the plate and taking a good sniff of the fresh-baked goods. “But really, this is a lot. Are you sure that you don't want to accept any payment for this?”

Yvonne waved away her friend's concerns. “It's no problem at all. I want to make a good impression on your two new friends, welcome them to the group.” She paused, with a small smile as Liza and Beth took their treats. “Or should I say pack?”

Liz giggled, biting into her soft donut. “Sorry again about that.” She chuckled. “But I figured you'd want to find out firsthand why we haven't reported any wolf problems in the neighborhood.”

Yvonne nodded with a smile. “Henri mentioned that you and Beth were behind these transformations. Something about telling her the neighborhood was 'cursed'? Glad you didn't try that routine on me.”

“Henri's idea.” Beth nodded, eating her own powdered treats.

Yvonne nodded with understanding. “I mean, it makes sense. She's the only one that knows I'm deathly afraid of werewolves.” The woman chuckled to herself, a little embarrassed.

“To the point of owning several guns loaded with silver bullets.” Henri muttered.

“Henri!” Yvonne gasped.

“What? They know; it's the only way I could have discouraged them!” Henri said defensively, picking up her scone and biting deep into it. She looked down at her hand, then back up to Yvonne accusingly. “And now you have me stress eating! Are you happy, Vonnie?”

To everyone's surprised, the blond Russian smiled. “Actually, yes. I was waiting for you to have your little treat so I could tell you what my real plan was for today.”

All three of the women slowly looked down to the snacks in their hands, then back up to Yvonne. “You just TransFunned us, didn't you?” Henri asked, already feeling a gurgling in her belly.

“Maybe.” Yvonne winked with a dark giggle.

Liz screamed loudly and the group turned to her, finding the girl staring down in shock at her hands. They were beginning to turn a deep shade of blue, the webbing from her fingers joining to give her a set of hand-flippers. She looked up in shock, already noticing how her clothes were feeling a little larger.

It didn't look like anything she'd seen before, and Liz began to hyperventilate. “What am I becoming?” Brief images of some of TransFun's 'Halloween serums' began to dance through her head.

“You might want to undress.” Yvonne chuckled. “I don't think fish are accustomed to wearing pants.” She moved a little closer, trailing her fingers along the scales beginning to grow on the younger girl's hands.

“F-fish?” Liz frowned. This might well be the first TransFun serum that she wasn't entirely okay with. She preferred things with fur to things with scales, and seeing her hands begin to dwindle away wasn't something she'd ever wanted to experience. Hurriedly, she slipped her jeans and underwear down, slipping her feet out of them one at a time.

Just in time, too. Already they were beginning to turn a royal blue, scale and webbing forming across her digits. She looked down in horror to see that her bare feet were beginning to change.

“B-but those are my two favorite features.” Liz mumbled, looking down in numb shock as she watched her feet begin to twist and reshape. Already she could feel her skin transforming; see her toes fusing. The blue-haired—and increasingly blue-skinned—girl whimpered a little, wiggling her toes as though waving farewell to them.

Sure enough, they flattened out, the webbing between them slowly stretching. Within seconds it looked like she was wearing flippers on her feet, feet that scarcely bore any resemblance to humanity. She fell to the ground with a whimper, reaching out a hand to brush against her scaled appendages.

No sooner had her fingers touched her growing tail than the girl's ankles snapped together, and she squeaked a little at the sight of her feet merging into a single aquatic tail. Slowly but surely, her feet flattened out as though someone was kneading them down to nonexistence, growing almost paper-thin.

“I don't think I like th—whoa!” Liz cut herself off, rolling to one side as Beth ran past her. The bespectacled girl was struggling with her clothes as she ran, revealing skin that was rapidly turning a slick gray. The girl dove into the pool with a loud splash, resurfacing to look at Liz with wide eyes.

“I can’t help it! I just felt so… dry, you know?” She shook her hair out, her soaked clothes clinging to her transforming form tightly. The brunette smiled shyly, fidgeting with her glasses even as she tried to remove the stubbornly clinging fabrics.

“Having fun?” Liz chuckled. “As for me, I think that I think I’m not going to go for a swim.” She floundered about, trying to wriggle and find a comfy way to lie down and enjoy the sun.

“Okay… I suppose you’re entitled to your own desires. But tell me, what happens when your gills come in?” Beth asked, arching an eyebrow.

Liz blinked with realization. The soon-to-be-fish opened her mouth to respond, then turned at the sound of a loud thump behind her. She rolled onto her back, staring at Henri with wide eyes.

The woman had fallen onto her hands and knees; the latter of which looked to be conjoined. Henri looked up at her younger friend with a smile. “Sorry, just was caught a little off-guard by the whole leg-merging thing.”

“O-oh! Same here!” Beth squeaked from the pool, her voice seeming a little higher-pitched. Liz and Henri wobbled their way over to the water's edge, looking in the pool to watch their friend change.

Sure enough, Beth's feet were flattening out much as Liz had. However, while Liz's feet were covered in scales, Beth's looked like they were becoming just gray and glossy. The girl treaded water a little harder, reaching down to feel at her rapidly dwindling toes. As she did, her skin began to change color, darkening to a shiny gray.

They were cool and rubbery, and Beth blinked with realization. “Huh, I feel almost plastic-y... Am I becoming a dolphin?” Beth asked, looking up to Yvonne and arching an eyebrow. As she kept gripping her toe, she felt it slip completely back into her growing fin, her feet smoothing and expanding to a pair of large flippers.

The half-gray brunette struggled a little to keep her head above the water's surface, trying to deal with this new sensation of having two flippers for feet yet also possessing a pair of rapidly merging legs.

This confusion didn't last for too long, though. Like a zipper was being run from groin to heel, Beth's legs fused together, the flesh and bone merging. As this reached her feet, they pulled apart so the tips of her flippers ran opposite to one another.

The changing girl wiggled her tail, beating it forwards and backwards; feeling it slice through the water. “This is just surreal!” Beth breathed, looking up to her friends. As she did, she sniggered, finding Liz to be shrinking back into her own clothing.

Henri followed  Beth's gaze and laughed as well, slipping her skirt down over her forming tail. The sight was just too funny—Liz began to flounder about in her clothes, her useless flippers unable to get the purchase she needed to crawl from the apparel.

“It's not funny, guys! I can't get any of my clothes off; I'm shrinking too fast! What if I can't get my stupid shirt off in time?” As she whimpered, she began to flop around, not unlike a fish out of water.

Henri chuckled at the dwindling girl, who was down to just three feet in length. “Well... I don't see how that's a problem. Either way, it'll be soaked.” Henri said with a smile.

“What do you mean, soaked?” Asked Liz. As the question left her lips she lost a little more height, her whole lower body now fitting comfortably within her shirt.

Henri's response was simple and should have been expected. The woman leaned forward to pick up Liz, still trapped within her clothes. She paused as her fingers wrapped around the squirming bundle, doing her best to not hurt the wriggling bundle. Then, with a quick heft, she tossed the whole bundle into the pool. A loud splash greeted her efforts and she smiled.

Liz surfaced a few moments later, her smaller and increasingly fishy body able yo slide from her bundle of clothes with ease. “Not cool, Henr—iiii!” The girl squeaked, trying and failing to raise her fins to her face as Henri dove into the pool atop her. The woman's wet top clung tightly to her frame, and she spit out a bit of water with a huge smile.

Liz popped up again, her neck cracking to force her head to point straight ahead. She pouted, scales sweeping along her body even as she grew a set of gills. “Why do you take pleasure in making me sad?”

Henri laughed, swimming away from the blue-haired girl to rest her back along the pool's edge. “Well, I'm part German. That's got to have something to do with it.” She chuckled and winked, looking down to her own tail to find her legs had completely merged, fiery red scales beginning to cover them.

The lawyer looked back to Liz with a smile and a chuckle at the sight of a pair of whiskers emerging from the sides of the girl's face. “Plus I don't think you're in too much of a position to fight me.”

“W-what do you mean?” Liz asked, her eyes wide. She felt her hair begin to sink back into her own head, her mouth starting to tingle as well. The girl crossed her eyes and gasped as she saw her whole mouth was pushing a little out from her face, her lips beginning to dwindle away to nothingness.

By now, the whiskers had lengthened further, and even Liz could see that she was becoming a catfish. The girl whimpered, feeling her vocal chords twist and reshape. She tried to speak again, but only a gasping burble escaped her lips.

Beth laughed at that, reminding the two of her presence. “Too funn-ee-ee-ee!” She squeaked, then laughed harder as she remembered that she was turning into a dolphin. “Sorry Liz, looks like you got the short end of this stick. I get to be a Seaworld mascot and you get to be a delicious dinner.” The brunette smiled, even as her mouth and nose began to extend from her body.

Liz simply gulped and burbled as only a catfish can. Her tailfin beat at the water, pounding form side to side as her spine and musculature reconfigured themselves. Within seconds she went from barely treading water to easily keeping her head just barely above the surface.

The motion was instinctive and just enough to keep her gills within the salty water. Happily, it also allowed her to fix Beth with a dark and fishy glare, even as her teeth began to dissolve in her mouth.

At least she wasn't the only one undergoing some dental rearrangements. Beth's teeth were shrinking as well, sharpening and rearranging to form around her bottle nosed muzzle. The transforming dolphin raised a shrinking fin to her face in bemusement, staring cross-eyed as her stubby snout continued to lengthen.

Henri patted the girl on her muzzle, cooing faintly as Beth chirped happily. Then Yvonne blinked with realization, brushing her fingers along the ruby-red scales on her legs. The others had transformed so quickly; in contrast her changes were in her infancy.

Yvonne's ice-gray eyes flashed with amusement at the confusion in Henri's eyes. “Is there a problem?” The Russian baker asked with a smile, combing a hand through her platinum-blond hair.

“Why aren't my changes going as quickly as theirs?” Henri waved a hand towards her changing friends. As she did, she noticed how the webbing between her fingers had extended, now covering up to the next knuckle.

“Well...” Yvonne tapped her lower lip idly. “I'd imagine that's because there's much less for you to change.” Her eyes flashed as she looked on at the transforming woman.

Henri blinked in confusion, looking back down to her tail, just in time to see her feet join together. Her toes sealed together as she looked on in bewilderment, seeing her pedicured nails melt back into her skin.

Well, it wasn't exactly her skin anymore. The woman watched in bemusement as her feet went from opaque to almost translucent. It wasn't that they were thinning to such an extent; more like her feet had simply magically permeable to light. It gave her changing tail a more prismatic look, artful red lines of scales lying where her toes were.

The woman looked on in awe, feeling her feet stretch out to even larger fins. It was like someone was giving her a tender foot massage, the motion sending ripples of pleasure through her body. “W-wait...” Henri muttered, biting her lip slightly as she watched her feet continue to change. “When you said 'less to change', you didn't mean...”

“Didn't mean what?” Yvonne laughed, at last picking up her own treat and taking a tender bite out of it.

“Mermaid?” Henri asked, the word making her feel ridiculous for asking. Then again, TransFun could do some amazing things, and if anyone could let someone know what it was really like to transform into an aquatic maiden, it would be them.

To Henri's equal surprise and delight, Yvonne nodded with a smile, polishing off her own scone. “You got it!” She chuckled, slipping off her apron and slipping into the water next to Henri.

Henri simply stared in shock, looking at her tail, then back to Yvonne, then back to her tail again. It did feel like the changes were slowing, now simply stretching her ears to scaled points. As she felt them, her hands completed their transformation into webbed fins. “But... Why?” Henri asked with confusion.

“I'm a conversationalist.” Yvonne waved dismissively, her own fingers beginning to web over. “Besides, why not we let the change fit the crime? From what I understand, Liz is the root of all of this, and while Beth is a good deal more responsible, she isn't too far off.”

The catfish and dolphin looked at one another, then bubbled and squeaked with amusement. As the pair giggled, their dorsal fins sprouted, the last changes finally coming in to play. Extra fins sprouted along Liz's fishy body, and Beth grew a dolphin's blowhole.

Henri and Yvonne watched them change with a large smile on each of their faces. Then Henri blinked. “You know, you're lucky that we didn't share those treats.” She turned with a smile, her tail growing longer and longer and allowing her optimal underwater movement.

“Psh.” Yvonne scoffed, reaching a hand between her legs to unclasp the botom of her swimsuit. She met Henri's eye, noticing the woman's confusion. “It's a TransFun suit, get your mind out of the gutter. Anyways, I know you're not the sort of person to share.”

“Not with your baking, no.” Henri admitted with a small blush. “But what about those two?” She waved at Liz and Beth. “What if they'd decided to have a bite of each others' treats?”

Yvonne chuckled. “I've never seen a catfish-dolphin hybrid.” She traileld off with a small smile. “Naturally, it would be win-win if they mixed treats and ended up as chimeras.” She chuckled a little malevolently as the two animals in the pool hurriedly dove beneath the water, frantically looking to avoid the baker.

Henri stared, her mouth slack in shock. “You know what? You frighten me sometimes, Vonnie.”

“Always keep your revenge strict, but appropriate. A saying my father used to tell me.” Yvonne winked, wiggling her toes as they began to transform. The woman looked down to watch her feet change. She smiled with pleasure, sliding back onto the edge of the pool so she could better feel her feet when they changed.

The woman cooed with pleasure, watching her toes conjoin and her feet begin to stretch out into a fish like fan. Her legs and ankles joined seamlessly, and she watched as the fins began to expand to proper aquatic proportions. Not to mention the violet hue of her scales, or the sheer delight in the base sensation of change.

“Hm, was it this pleasurable for you?” Yvonne blushed a little at how good it felt for her feet to become a single tailfin. The flush only dramatically increased as Henri pushed away from the edge, circling around to give her friend a foot massage.

“Not quite as good as this, I'd imagine. To me it just felt like a foot massage. I can't even imagine how good it would feel if someone were to do the real deal while you're changing.” Henri grinned from ear to ear as Yvonne immediately stiffened, the woman biting back a pleasured groan.

Of course, Henri was right. Even her amateur performance was enough to fill Yvonne with delight, to set her mind awash with pleasure. She felt every muscle reform; every bone crack until it was replaced with tough muscle and sleek, iridescent flesh.

Yvonne's arches flattened out, her soles stretching. Her digits had fully surrendered to the smooth gift of having fins, and she could feel her feet stretching so impossibly wide and thin.

The Russian baker grinned from ear to ear, savoring Henri's massage as the changes worked their way up the rest of her legs. They'd already fused, but the complete change in musculature was unlike anything Yvonne had experienced. Not to mention the skeletal shift...

The blond beamed, working her new tail even as her own ears transformed slightly, matching Henri's. She looked down at her purple scales with a delighted smile, beaming as they glistened in the sunlight.

Henri laughed at her friend's delighted expression. “So, what now?” She asked, working her scarlet tail to move a little deeper in the pool.

Yvonne smiled by way of response. “Now? Now we have some fun.”

Unfortunately, fun always came with the side-effect of making time pass by in an instant. They were just beginning their forty-eighth round of fish tag when the changes back had begun.

It wasn’t too much at first: a lightening of skin here, a parting of webbing. Then the womens’ tails began to divide, a complete and shocking change that left all of them reeling, their minds reeling in shock at the sensation of having legs again.

Henri, ever-eloquent, verbalized it best. “W-wow, I’d almost forgot I had these!” She exclaimed, her eyes wide. She watched them pull apart with a faint sense of longing, her lips pouting slightly. Finding a similar look in Yvonne’s eyes eased her transformation back quite a lot.

“Yeah, I miss it too. What say we go and make this a tradition, a little break from your ‘howling good fun’?” Yvone grinned and winked conspiratorially.

“Maye with a little less fishiness? I think I’d like to try out being a mermaid.” Liz said, finding her voice once more.

Beth squeaked, then cleared her throat as her muzzle pushed back into her face. “Nah, I think I’d like seeing you better as a turtle.” She grinned, tossing her hair as it began to lengthen from her increasingly human scalp.

“A-A turtle?” Liz stammered, bringing her fins up to her face in distress. As she did, the flippers gave way to fingers, and she grinned, wiggling them. The smile wasn’t entirely for them, though: she looked at her flippers with anticipation, grinning with pleasure at the sight of them becoming her feet again.

“Of course! After all, I still need to have my revenge on you, you know…” Beth smiled at her, then looked at the two mermaids as they became human once more. “And I suppose I should focus on the both of you as well.”

The three women looked at each other uneasily, then glanced back to Beth, dreading what the bespectacled girl could come up with.