Paul woke with a start. He sat up, not remembering blacking out. He felt the roughness of sand on his bare skin. Sand? Looking around he finally noticed that he was on the beach near his house still as naked as he was in his bedroom. He saw a trail of his own footprints in the sand. Somehow, he had managed to sneak out of his house in the middle of the night, naked, without anybody notcing. He stood up and brushed himself off. Putting the weirdness of the situation behind him. He turned around to face the sea. It was a nice sight, seeing the moonlight reflected on the waves.
As he laid eyes on the ocean, a burning sensation ran through his body. Without thinking he began to run full sprint towards the sea, as if it’s cool water would put out the invisible fire. As soon as his body touched the water his burning began to subside, but it did not entirely cease. It began to localize almost entirely below his torso. Suddenly his maleness became as erect as it had in his bedroom. He began to stroke it furiously. As he did he could have sworn it was growing longer with each pump. If he hadn’t been so distracted he might have noticed that his neck had grown three slits, that rapidly opened up into gills. As he pumped, the tingling moved into his legs as his feet began to morph.
His toes were lengthening and morphing rapidly growing wider and gaining a strange webbing between them changing into fins. The changes moved upward as he began to rub his legs together. Pink skin gave way to blue scales as his legs continued to rub together faster and tighter until they stuck together. First his ankles then his knees then his thighs! With a final thrust Paul released.
In the afterglow of his session Paul finally took in what had happened. “I’m a..merman!” he thought “Or merboy, I guess is more appropriate.” He looked over himself from his new webbed hands, to his tail, to his fins. As he was looking himself over he heard a female voice calling out to him. “Paul!” He looked to the shore and saw....