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Arron Murphy could not believe how fortunate he was to be accepted to that university. The one that was near the beach that had the perfect lagoon for racing rowing sculls. This was the same university that was known for the number of buxom beauties that seemed to exist in all the sororities, and worked the shops and cafes and bars in the nearby mall. There was the smell of fall in the air, brick and granite buildings. University lawns idyllic to the inlet that lead to the lagoon The perfect mix of a mediterranean climate and a classic ivy covered ageless institution. Arron was exited, Not only one he selected for the frat house that had the most members of the racing team, He was picked to be the next Coxswain by none other than Buck Hickam himself. Buck had attended the cross town rival preparatory school. He was a few years older than Arron. Arron had never won a race against him. Now they were to be team mates. Buck was going to take him under wing and train him to be his successor. There was however one catch. Buck always bet the new initiates, that they might meet a mermaid, after the first trials were over and the crews selected, this would also be the location where they would have a swim and a bit of a getting to know each other party. To make the deal more fair that it was not a set up, the location was to be secret. This way no one could put on a costume and swim past the club. "You mean merman?" asked Arron. "Tradition has it to be a mermaid." Buck put emphasis on the word maid. Look bud, I did this myself when I became captain and Coxswain. It is all in good fun. There is a fabric store in the mall that has the perfect fabric for the tail. They pretend to not know what it is for, but they get the right stuff anyway. Now here's the trick, You get ready at the old abandoned boathouse, on the estuary to the inlet to the lagoon. Have a waterproof case for your mobile. I'll text you the gps coordinates where to swim too. Now Arron was an up and comer. His frat was also one of those who produced the leaders of tomorrow, today. People who were going to do something in the world. Unlike the old boy frat that sometime held weird costume parties with the sororities. This boarding house collective was was into tech. In most ways it was not even a traditional frat. It was more of a maker/hacker communal space. None of that greek letter stuff. This was about pure science and engineering. Arron was a perfectionist. He watched a number of You-Tube vids on how to be a mermaid. Others were on how to make up to look like a doll with big eyes, by using toriodial contacts lenses. Arron likes a challenge, and these were cheap, and came with a kit that had all the stuff needed to cosplay one's favorite anime character, a search on his mobile indicated that these would be available in the local mall, which also shipped mail order worldwide, Click now pick up in person. Arron saw that the name of the shop was something like Spells R Online. Arron clicked the order. There was also a listing, under the "people also added to the cart header," for a water resistant mermaid wig and glue, with remover. Arron liked to keep his hair short, almost shaved. His face was a bit on the effeminate side, so he felt the skinhead look suited him. Usually he wore a straw boater or some other classic chapeau, which helped give that preppy look. He liked polo shirts and tweed jackets. Arron clicked the add coupon code for the wig. Arron thought the mall looked a bit rundown. It had recently changed ownership several times. Supposedly it was now part of a large Hong Kong real estate conglomerate. A whole wing of the mall was being demolished. This was being replaced by a strip mall with high density housing in the upper floors. The big department store anchor had been bought by the competitor, then closed several years later. The new stuff looked like it was made with a cookie cutter, Or a kid making sandcastles on the beach. Arron searched the maze that made up the mall for the fabric store. He thought it was in the old part that was being updated. A collection of vertical delineators were tied together with caution tape. These are the weighted orange plastic tubes that are often seen around construction sites; but no one knows the name of. Some of the caution tape had come off one of the delineators folded over onto itself. This made the tape look like a string. Arron picked this up to attach it back to the thin wobbly orange post, with the phallic looking knob on the top. The tape would not attach to the knob as intended. He felt compelled to follow the loose caution tape. It lead through twists and turns, where the new construction bordered the worn down seedy parts of the mall. The delineators ended In a part of the mall, he did not quite remember. There was a shop with the name of the place to pick up the cosplay kit and bonus wig. This part of the mall looked a bit dark. Like it was lit by torches and open flame brazers out of the corner of the eye or behinds ones back. The light seemed to flicker. The door was made of wood. Like the torches he though there was some sort of diamond leaded glass windows like would be on a fairy tail cottage. Was there was a thatched roof? Above the roof there was a sign proclaiming: SPELLS R US. Letting go of the caution tape, Arron opened the door. A bell rang. There was a familiar cosy feel to the shop. Merchandise was arranged haphazardly onto plain wooden shelves. One shelf held nothing but seashells, On another were fishnets, both for catching fish and wearing on the leg as stockings, Next to this among the corks, starfish, sea horses, and dive weights were bottles that looked like they held perfumes and other rare and costly liquids. Some looked like case bottles, and others old wine and rum bottles, all looked hand blown or made from a cast iron mold with the seams showing. Behind the counter was an array of beach paraphernalia, umbrellas in ludicrous striped patterns. Buckets and shovels that the children of E. Nesbit would use on an outing the the beach in Edwardian England. Swimsuits of dated and past vintage were on the racks. Another case held nautical instruments, Sextons, theodolites, slide rules, and for some strange reason, a barber chair. Arron was not quite sure how the latter even fit into the case. Arron Murphy, One mermaid cosplay kit and bonus wig and waterproof glue and remover, said the man behind the counter. He was wearing a classic 19th century diving suit with a big brass helmet. The next moment he was wearing a robe and wizards hat. "How did you know, ... oh you got it from the near field RFID on my mobile." "Arron, I am a wizard." The wizard waved his hand, then mumbled, "Technology, it used to be magic." Continuing the wizard said, "Oh nice, you prepaid through your phone account. I really do like spellPay, make it much easier than what is under your hat. By the way nice hat, I'd like to get one of those someday. Always had a soft spot for an art deco concourse 'd elegance." Arron's package was on the counter. "There you are. All set. You may notice some discomfort when the water activates the gel glue for the inside the wig cap. If you rinse with included remover it should come off with no problems. "Now is there anything else I can get you?" asked the wizard. "Can you direct me to plainMOd fabrics and crafts, I need to get some fabric to make the tail," answered Arron. "Oh you can get that here, even better I already have one made up. You may have noticed we are having a fall special on nautical themed items and Pirate booty. I am surprised you did not order the one on the web site." The wizard mumbled something to himself, Arron though it sounded like search profile parameters. "I though it a bit too expensive for a one off gag. Under the water no one sees the tail clearly anyway, as long as it flows." "Tell you what, I'll trade you that classic hat for the tail," suggested the wizard. Arron though for a moment, then said, "Why not, Saves a trip to the other store, I never liked the political view that the owner of plainMOd crafts tweets anyway." The wizard held up the rubber mermaid tail. "This tail is made from a special merskin translucent latex. Ultralight and will hold up to the abuse of being brushed against rocks or the rough bottoms of swimming pools. It is stretchy and will conform the body to appear as half ichthyoid." The wizard added a bottle to the package already on the counter. "Be sure to use this special sea rose lubricant to help pull the tail on, Failing to do so may make it difficult or impossible to get off." The wizard continued the warning, "I also advise against swimming in the tail after dark. The sea can be a rather competitive place, and a lot of marine life tend to feed at dusk and into the night. be sure and be out of the water, or in a protected cave, at sundown. And while and early dawn swim can be tempting, I do not recommend it. " Arron thanked the wizard and looked once again over the items in the shop. In the window, that would be if the shop had windows, was a statue of a Minotaur, half man half bull. Arron wondered were he had seen this before. Once home, Arron watched the online videos, how to put on the makeup and toroidal contacts. Feeling satisfied, he downloaded these to the mobile. Double checking that he had the complete kit Arron went to the abandoned boathouse. He thought he had plenty of time to spare. Once in the boathouse he found a wooden crate to sit on. Using the camera in the Mobile, this now acted like a mirror and guided him with the makeup. There was also for some strange reason a mirror with a crack in the lower right corner that went up at an angle about 8 inches or so. Even with these tutorials, time passed in random fashion. Arron's first reaction was to put on the tail and try it out. Get in some practice swims. The face in the Mobile and the mirror looked a bit cartoonish. The tricks worked, his eyes did look bigger and were a completely different color.. Under his clothing he and managed to put on the swim bikini. patterned with fish scales and the shell pattered bikini top. Surprisingly these had actually fit. The tail seemed to be made out of some sort of high quality rubber. It was really stretchy. The outside was patterned with fine fish scales. This was colored in a somewhat natural color that seemed to catch the light and refract it into a color, that while not grey was a bit of gold, blue and green. Having heard stories, Arron carefully followed the instructions. He used the special lubricant, which made the tail easy to slide on. This was gong to be his first practice swim. For this swim, he did not put on the wig. Nothing really happened, He slipped into the water and sort of splashed around getting the feel of the rubber tail. How his legs were held together by the fabric. Feeling that he had practiced enough, Arron returned to the jetty and hoisted himself onto the dock. He found the seam at the waist and the tail slipped off. Next was to try the wig. There were instructions to lather the gel glue into the hair. Arron did not have much hair, so he rubbed int onto his scalp. Checking the time on his mobile, he saw that the time was running late. As he had already put the lubricant on when he tried out the tail, He did not bother to apply more. It looked like the bottle was empty. He threw both bottles in the bag into the abandoned shed. His mobile he placed next to the plank on the jetty. This time the tail did not seem to slip on so easy. He managed to get his feet into the pockets of the monofin. Then with effort, slide the tail over his legs. As his fingers pulled at the fish scales, it almost felt like the scales were alive and attaching themselves to his skin. Time was running short. With a strong grunt, Arron pulled the last part of the tail over the bikini swim bottom. Arron felt a slight tingle in his groin. This tingle went down to the tips of his ankles, like an electric shock. He was well aware that mermaids do not have Vaginas. That part of the anatomy being fish. Having heard that the weird store in the mall had a reputation for turning college students and professors into buxom bimbos. Arron felt that at least he would not have to worry about having female vagina when he transformed back. Slowly the shifting started. Instead of inflating his hips shrunk down Smaller than the thickness of a child's wrist. Watching it was like seeing a balloon deflate. Most unexpected. His now erect member pulsating protruding bulge under the fish scale patterns of the bikini bottom His waist now no bigger than al child's wrist. The pulsing member made a strange bulge, then began to shrink into itself. The scrotum pulled tight underneath. He was going to be a realistic looking mermaid with the sex organs of a female fish. Somehow he had always imagined mermaids had the hips of a woman with the leg bones fused together or extended into vertebrae. Instead the whole lower half of his body below the now tiny hips shrunk down and flowed into the large fluke, the muscles, and tendons knitting together into the ribs of the powerful tail tip. The fluke was completely prehensile in ways Arron had not guessed at. Above the diminutive fish bones that had once been his hips, legs and feet, new fish vertebrae and hundreds of tiny fish ribs wrapped about his liver kidneys and intestines. These elongated under a network of ichthyoidian muscle that extended into the parts of the tail where one would have expected thighs of a more mammalian creature. Only his stomach remained above the transition between human and fish. A new organ formed from what had been the appendix. Arron felt and would discover that this was a swim bladder. That would be used to maintain a neutral buoyancy. Then a burning sensation happened in his throat. Something felt wrong, his nose was still connected to his lungs. What was happening to his mouth and esophagus. New muscles, tendons and connections formed around his vocal coords, that would allow him to still talk, and make sounds underwater. Each breath through the nose he took, seemed shallower like his lungs were contracting and merging together shrinking into half their space. Something in his flat chest began to build up. Under the seashell print of the bikini swim top, The areola of his nipples swelled to the size of large coins and pressed through the flimsy fabric.. Then a hard calcified pattern matching the top merged into his skin. As the transmutation progressed, this developed growth lines like a scalloped sea shell. Arron had not realized that mermaids could not remove their bra tops, That this was an exoskeleton covering the intakes for the gills he was now growing. Grow this did, The new structure must be at least a D cup, with deep cleavage hiding the flesh colored scales that were the intake to his new fish gills,. A fine moss like growth below the shells that were now firmly part of his body protecting the outtake of the gills. In horror, that he was becoming a fish, he realized that he was going to need to get wet, soon, the new gill tissue was reacting to the rarefied oxygen in the air. The scales on the tail were fully connected to the nerves on the fish part of his flesh With great effort, Arron managed to pull himself to the end of the jetty, then flip into the water. Not quite as planned. Now he knew that the tail was the real deal, that he was in fact half fish. Why had this not done it before? As he reached out to push against the planks of the dock, the slenderness of his arms took a moment to comprehend. There was also some slight, almost invisible webbing at the base of his now decidedly female fingers. The arms still had power to lift, but they were delicate in shape and form. On hitting the water, there was a fierce burning in his scalp, like the wig was melting into his head. Some toupee glue. The wizard had warned him that the super gel was water activated. Many times Arron had entered the water, or fallen off the shell skull. As much as he liked water and being around it, the shock of the water always bothered him. Gulping like the fish he now was he felt the water rush into and fill the gill tissue. The new muscles in the back of his throat reflexively closed. Then the water disappeared, he felt dry. Like he was floating in free fall. His vision blurred for a moment, then the world came clear. Had he been able to see his face, His eyes were much bigger, That the Anime contacts had become real and the makeup used to make his eyes look larger merged into the actual tissues and structures of his face. What had once been human skin had changed to some sort of fibrous material. It still reflected light as skin does, but it was more open and less hydroscopic. Would not puff and wrinkle as one does too long in the water. No transformation is ever really complete, as long as we live, and continue to age. This one had reached a plateau. Arron was a mermaid. As true a mermaid as ever existed. Flexing the new mussels in his tail, and instinctively adjusting his buoyancy, he, or to quote Orlando, she pushed towards the ceiling that was the sky. Breaking free of the tension at the surface, It felt like she had stuck her hand into the nozzle of a large vacuum cleaner. Her gills now full of water, the nasal passages opened and she could breath once again. It was an entirely new sensation. Powerful. The new fish genitals tingled at the base of her fluke as she pushed back to the jetty. Hiking herself up onto the edge of the dock, tail still in the water she was able to recover her mobile. So much for additional time to experiment and practice, this time she was running late. Had the outfit been simply a costume, it would have been impossibly exhausting. Now phone in hand, in it's water proof case, she entered the GPS coordinates and swam to the rendezvous point where Buck new crew would be waiting for the initiation ritual. Holding the phone in one hand, she guided herself through the inlet of the estuary into the lagoon. Everything went according to plan. She swam up to the bottom of the shell and gave it a few taps with her tail. It was still strange not to feel the density and pressure of the water. More akin to a soft breeze and stiff wind. The party was in full swing. She flipped over on her back and lazily swam past buck and the other crew member on the shell. Buck was in stitches laughing. "Well I'll be boys, we have a mermaid off the port bow," he called out to the crew. "Pay up, and Greet our new found friend. Arron, you outdid yourself, most initiates just put on a mono-fin and a cloth tail. You certainly take the cake. Guess you will make coxswain after all." "Come on in the water is fine." Was that really her voice? With only half a lung and that primarily to work the human vocal tract, she was taken aback at how high and girlish it seemed to be. Almost a musical, yet abrasive quality to it. If Buck noticed the falsetto he did not act on it, instead the whole shell tipped over at his command with a bit of help from the mermaid that was formerly Arron. The splashed around and played water games. It was a great party. Arron was the hit of the event, No one could really believe it was actually Arron in the mermaid costume. She was able to prove herself by knowing all the details of who was whom and how they reacted to each other. When anyone asked why she was continuing to speak falsetto, she would reply technology. After all it was sort of a wearable tech that she had on, even if it was magic. The students lost track of time. The sun grew low in the sky. With some effort The former Arron remembered the wizards warning not to swim after sunset. Gotta go, she said. Buck offered to swim back with her. "That tail costume, must weigh a ton," he remarked. "No, I will be fine," her new melodic voice warned him. "Nonsense, I need the workout. Brian, you are now acting cox." He looked at the mermaid. I can not really call you Arron, How about I call you Ariadne as you lead he way back." It was not a question. "I said, I was fine, You go back with the crew," said the newly christened Ariadne. "I have a powerful tail, that can propel me as fast if not faster than the shell." "Sorry, As your cox and captan, I can not let you swim alone, you have been in that getup all day. You must be exhausted." Ariadne looked down at the water surface. "If you insist." She dove down and revered her mobile from under the rock ledge, where she stashed it. "But you have to carry my phone back, as this outfit has no pockets." She really did not know what would happen when she attempted to take off the tail. The changes were much more than she had expected. It had taken quite a bit of time for the fish parts to grow out of the human parts. The reversal time must be accounted for. The orb of the sun was just starting to touch the horizon. She could wait no longer. Buck was a strong swimmer, he would slow her down. It would be necessary to swim at his pace as she could not abandon him, now that the crew had followed orders and was halfway to the opposite side of the lagoon. The slow swim would help her get more aquatinted with the new fish parts of her body. She was also more aware of the life under the sea. The lagoon was coming alive. In the swim over, she had noticed a few fish here and there, now she was aware of the bottom dwellers. The murky parts of the water looked more like clouds and mist. She was also aware of sounds and vibrations that went well beyond hearing. With each flip of her new fish body it felt more like flying than swimming. While playing with the crew, she had allowed a few of the members to brush up against her tail. It was a different sensation. Thrilling. Especially when Buck accidentally brushed his hand against the sensitive part at the impossibly small base of her fluke where the fishy sex organs were. Now what had once been her legs shrunk down into tiny fish bones and her feet and extended toes almost 1/5 of her full body length. Her mind could ripple through these in the most fantastical of ways. Two thirds of the way to the abandoned boat house, Buck began to tire. The sun had set, there was still a fair amount of twilight. Ariadne slowed down and broke the surface. They had been swimming close to the shore. It was shallow enough for Buck to stand up. His feet sank into the soft muddy bottom oozing up between his toes. The bank was heavily vegetated and over hung the inlet. Everything had orange and purple tinges to them. The sky was still an intense blue. White wispy clouds were in the distance. "You really seem to be able to hold your breath. I had always taken you for a bit of a wimp, when we competed against each other. Now that we are on the same team, I can not believe you lost so many races." Something slithered past Bucks leg. "Did you feel that? Oh I forgot you are wearing a rubber tail. There is something swimming down there. Let's get moving." Back in the channel, the currents seemed to increase. It was more comfortable for Ariadne to swim under the surface. She still wanted to keep the illusion that she needed to breath. The current in her mermaid state, felt like a genteel breeze as it swept across her body. the breeze became a wind that began to pick up into the force of an even stronger wind. The inlet to the estuary was tidal, and they were swimming against the tide. When her head dipped below the surface, she was aware of shadows and shapes. Large ones things in the sea that hunt at night. It was now night. Buck was not doing too well. The shore at the point was overgrown and too hard to reach. They were being swept by the tide into the deeper part of the estuary. Buck's energy was failing. His once powerful strokes were dwindling into a survival treading of the water. A dog paddle. His legs were not moving. Ariadne knew the symptoms of drowning. She told herself not to panic. To her the tide was gusty like a gale force wind. Her powerful tail could hold her against it. Buck was starting to slip below the surface. His reflex caused him to black out. His arms drifted out into the classic drowned man pose. "I am a mermaid," thought Ariadne, "I can do this." She grabbed Buck by his waist and swam with all her might. They could not make the inlet, there was a secluded beach that they could reach. Her prehensile tail pushed against the wind that was the current of the tide. Sheer determination pressed her to ignore the black shadows that seemed to be seeking out a simple snack or two. The shallows made it hard for her to pull him, so she pushed Buck up onto the beach. Herself she lay beside him. Exhausted. She pushed him as far onto the sand as she could. It was the first time since she was out of the water since she became a mermaid. Buck was beside her breathing what water he had swallowed he had coughed out. The sky was ablaze with stars. It was still early enough that a new moon hung low in the west. It reflected along the lagoon. There was color in the view. Subdued subtle colors of the night. Fully out of the water Ariadne reached down to the merge between the human looking part of her torso, and the fish part. The scales were alive. She attempted to slip her fingernail into the gap to remove the tail. There was no gap. She tugged and pulled on it as best she could.. She reached up to see if the wig would come off. The glue "remover" was still at the abandoned boathouse in the bag by the jetty. She regretted that she had not used the "lubricant" to put on the tail. The wizards waring about swimming after dark was just that. Friendly advice. His little trick was to include the tail lubricant. Without it using it, she would be a mermaid as long as this body existed. There was nothing else to do. She could not stay dry. Slipping down to the waterline, she let the wave lap over her. Parts of he slept through the night. The formerly human parts. The fish parts did what fish parts do. She realized that she was going to be hungry in the morning. Before break of dawn, she slipped into the water and set out in search for food. The hunted became the hunter. She also learned that, there were small things in the water, planktons, algae, that she had been ingesting that helped sustain her. Not venturing far, she would check on the sleeping Buck between her exploratory foraging expeditions. In doing so she found a convenient outcropping that she could lay on to watch over him. The waves would break across this as she sat upon her curled prehensile tail. Evoking the image painted and sculpted by artists throughout the ages. The dawn reviled a secluded beach. Buck awoke shortly after the first light. Af first he looked disoriented. Then he saw Ariadne. On the rock outcropping. She was still tugging at the separation between fish and human. Hoping he would not notice. "Why are you still in your tail?" It was not really a question. "I should have known, You must have gone to that shop in the mall, The one that seems to produce an extraordinary number of buxom beauties." A small wave swept across them both. She looked up with her big expansive eyes. She had no words to say. Deep in her heart she could hear the siren song calling out. Buck sat down, in the soft sand as another wave flowed around him. "You see, my name was once Brenda, I was naturally a Buxom beauty, and had been taught the wrong things in life, about the gift I was given. I wanted to compete. There was one thing I could no do an that was to swim. So I found that little shop, and though I would be the next Ethel Merman. He certainly likes his little jokes, Quick, into the water someone is coming ?" Behind the fern bracken at the edge of the beach was a floating beach umbrella, in the most hideous striped pattern. Below this carrying a wicker basket. Was a man in sunglasses, wearing a bathrobe and a wizards hat. He planted the umbrella into the sand at a rakish angle. From the basket, he pulled out a stripped beach chair, much to big to have fit. Now he was wearing Arron's straw boater. The stripes on the beach chair clashing with the umbrella. Removing his bathrobe, he was wearing only his boxers in the appropriate Hawaiian print, his dark glasses and straw hat. He sat down in the chair, then pulled out an even more hideous beach towel which he laid down at the base of the beach chair, Then unpacked all sort of beach toys, pails, buckets and stuff for building sandcastles. These were all laid out in mathematical order. The last thing he pulled out was the latest summer bestselling blockbuster novel. It was evident that he was here to enjoy the day at the secluded beach. A moment or two after settling in he looked over to the rocky outcropping where Ariadne and buck were hiding. "Why Hello there, nice to see a few sea creatures decided to stop by." Buck/Brenda, I have your selkie skin. You will not be able to be Brenda again, but I think that you have learned your lesson, to be careful what you wish for. "Ariadne, my dear Ariadne Clearlake, where will you lead us to this time. Actually I have left a string line, for you to follow. It leads to a nearby sea cave, which will make you a nice home. There are also three wrecked ships in the area, from different eras, where you will find all that you need to decorate it. Your time will be rather busy I am afraid, as you have a job to do. Which is to prevent some of the college students from drowning. You see some of them, who come to me for my,"he cleared his throat and it was hard to make out what he said," sometime do not have the brightest, intellect. Not that I had anything to do with it, naturally." The wizard pulled the skin from the bag and gave it to Buck. Who had no choice but to put it on and become a bull seal. The wizard returned to his beach chair and book. He looked up from it, lifted the shades from his eyes and said, "Oh one, more thing, You will like this. Naturally in this state, you can not be together. However, as per the standard magical boilerplate, taken as read, you both take your human form, for the three days when the moon is full." It was evident that the wizard had nothing more to say. Dipping under the waves Ariadne felt for the string, It was just as the wizard promised, It lead to the cave and the three ships, The string also continued to lead on. Back to the secluded beach. Ariadne peeked up above the ceiling that was now her sky. The wizard was on the beach, singing to himself some sea shanty, like a little kid building a sandcastle, with turrets and a moat, for some strange reason the castle looked a lot like a shopping mall.