“Mermaid”. The moment Mary’s hand closed around the vial and lifted it out, a strange, nauseous feeling passed over her and her aunt. Before either of them could react, the house became filled with a white light, as if someone had turned on an impossibly bright light. The nauseous feeling quickly turned into a tingling feeling, not on the inside, but on the outside. It was not at all unpleasant, like an electronic massager that went over their entire body. This too quickly faded, as did the white light.
As the light began to fade and her surroundings began to come into view, Mary quickly noticed that something was VERY different. Instead of the interior of her aunt’s house a beach lay before them. It was right out of a travel brochure: white sandy beaches littered with palm trees swaying in the breeze, clear sapphire-blue sky, and water. Off in the distance she could hear seagulls. “Wow…..” Mary thought. Did the vials do this? She closed her eyes to take a moment to breathe in the salty sea air, feel the breeze on her bare skin and the crunch of the sand on her bare feet.
Wait….WHAT?!
Mary’s eyes immediately snapped open. Panicking, she looked down, instead of the pajamas with slippers she had been wearing, she found herself completely nude, as if out of a nightmare, except she was on a beach instead of at school.
“Eep!” immediately, her hands flew to cover her body as the blood rushed to her face, turning it bright scarlet. She was temporarily distracted by the sound of laughter behind her. Turning around she saw something that made her blush even harder, to the point she looked as if she had a fever. Standing there was her Aunt Carol, equally as naked as she was, with her mature, curvy figure on display, her large but still perky breasts on display, hanging slightly due to no longer being supported.
“What’s wrong, Mary?” Carol asked with a smirk on her face. “What’s wrong?! Auntie, we’re naked!” Mary screeched, her voice cracking. Carol rolled her eyes, still smirking. “Well duh, Mary. Mermaids don’t exactly wear clothes” She got on her hands and knees, pressing her legs together and undulating them in a mock imitation of a mermaid tail.
Mary took a deep breath, trying to do her best to calm down. She turned her attention to the vial. It was emblazoned with the black silhouette of a mermaid. It was translucent, and she could see the dark blue, supposedly magical liquid inside. She shook it a little, then turned to her aunt, doing her best not to blush any harder than she already had. “So, um, should we each take the whole thing and then refill it” she began, finally noticing that the box had come with them so that they could do so. “Or do you just want to see what a little bit at a time does?”
Aunt Carol got up and strolled forward, her, “assets” swinging as they did so. Mary didn’t want to admit it, but she was extremely jealous of her aunt’s looks. She handed the vial to her aunt, who contemplated it, turning it in her hands. Then she looked at Mary and spoke.