Amanda ignored the others as she explored the lines of her new body with both hands. Though her skin was the texture of plastic, it retained the warmth of her flesh. She had never suffered from many wrinkles or blemishes in her short years, but as she ran her hands over her face, she realised that in this form she never would.
The portion of her body that was covered by the tail held the most interest and her mitten-like hands probed and tested here more than anywhere else. Where the tail began, above her breasts, she found that it was attached as firmly as the masses of blonde hair that spilled down over her shoulders and there was no way to slip even a finger-nail beneath it. The scales of the tail were warm and tactile like the plastic skin above them, and when her hands reached the point where her vagina had been she discovered that rather than having been lost in the changes, the eroginous zones were still present beneath the outer facade of her new body. A quick inspection of her impressive cleavage revealled a similar situation.
Aroused by this new realisation, Amanda grinned like a Cheshire cat and rolled onto her back, discovering in the act that her tail moved at the points where her waist, knees and ankles had once been. Next she turned onto her stomach and arched her tail so that the silver fins reached down over her head and stared at herself in the mirror.
She admired her reflection and decided that she quite liked the new avenues that seemed to be open to a life-sized and fully aware doppleganger of a mermaid Barbie.
"I want out of the game," she said, "I want to stay like this for good."