Christmas and new year's had passed with the regular excitement and no further thoughts of the calendar.
Eva was having a rather erotic dream. She was enjoying it and moaned a little. Something, perhaps the sudden movement, or the noise, woke her. She couldn't remember the dream, but did wish she could have finished it.. She squirmed and stretched a little. Finding her legs a bit slow to respond, she kicked a little. It felt all wrong. “What kind of dream was this? Did I hurt myself?” She kicked harder and tried to sit up. Her balance was all wrong. She twisted a bit more trying to shore herself up against the headrest. Then she saw something green next to her. She grabbed it, “ah!” She felt her touch! “What is going on?!” She threw back the covers. She sat for a few seconds staring. She saw a twisted mass of green where her legs should have been.
"What the heck!?".. she reached down to touch it. She realised it was scales, starting at her hips, and covering the rest to where her toes would be. "I'm a mermaid!?.. I must be dreaming.." She spoke this, knowing that it was not a dream, but unable to come up with any other explanation.
She slowly stretched out and flattened her tail. It was surprisingly easy to control, now that she knew what it was. She touched the tail - her tail. It was smooth and almost cool to the touch. It was solid, but moved in a way that assured her there were no bones beneath.
"Wait a second.. " it occurred to her that she wore a similar looking tail for the photoshoot. "That's impossible.." She bit the nails on her left hand. She decided to check the calendar, still hidden in her nightstand. Her attempt to sit on the edge of the bed, lean over and open the drawer can only be described as a flop. She flopped to the floor, and ended up belly-down, facing the drawer, with a groan.
It was a bit awkward digging out the calendar from such a position, but she couldn't be bothered to figure out how to get upright. When she got it, she pulled it towards her and opened it to January. "What on earth?" The calendar was there, but the photo was missing - it was grey. She flipped to the next page, it was the same. It was the same throughout the calendar. The pictures had all faded away or disappeared!
The card sitting in the drawer caught her eye.
This calendar must be delivered to the intended recipient within five days of the new year. Failing this, the model will be subject to the consequence clause listed on the reverse
She turned the card over.
Consequence clause: The model posed for the recipient for his or her enjoyment. If the model does not supply the calendar, the model will take the form posed as for the calendar month when aroused.
".. WHAT!? " at that point, Eva passed out.