Confused, I lifted my head more, pushing my hair out of the way, back behind my shoulders and let it rest against the cool side of the tub. Then, with great caution, I took a whiff of clean air. Nothing. I could feel the gas entering my lungs and sloshing around with the present water but no pain nor discomfort could be felt. I guessed I needed to have water in my lungs at all time to be able to breathe freely outdoors. Letting my bust slide upwards, I made the tip of my tail slither down in a coil below the water’s edge sighing as the last of my discomforts melted away.
I spent the rest of the afternoon that way, watching my new body, trying it out in different ways, amazed on how vastly different it all felt. I was in my own little bubble of euphoria that nothing could pop. Of course, I had to change the water from my lungs every hour or so or else I’d feel weak in the knees. Or weak in the tail. I chuckled at the thought as I extended my arm’s fin, watching it snap into place with an awed smile. I could definitely make this work. I could live with this.