“Mom, hurry up!” Julie called, excitedly rushing down the hall. She clutched a flyer in her hand depicting two mermaids holding a banner which read “Come one come all to the grand opening of our “Swimming with Sirens”! Obviously Julie know mermaids weren’t real, but ever since she was little she had wanted to at least feel like one. Sharon had agreed to come along, even though she thought the idea childish for someone Julie’s age, about to enter high-school.
Julie burst into the reception area like a torpedo and made a dash for the desk, with Sharon entering shortly there after, slightly out-of breath from trying to keep up. The receptionist was a young dark-skinned woman in her 20s with long flowing brown hair. Her outfit was a blue bikini top and bottom covered by a blue sarong, as well as sandals that were also blue. A fish-shaped sticker on her top read “Rachel”
“Hi there. I guess you’re here for Swimming with Sirens?” Rachel asked in a friendly, joking” tone. Julie nodded excitedly. “Okay, right this way then.” Rachel got out of her seat and led them to what looked like a large mostly empty room. The only thing occupying the space was a pink podium topped with a pink seashell-shaped console. “Um where are the lockers?” Sharon asked, eyeing the unusual environment. “Oh don’t worry about that.” Rachel began, walking towards the podium. Her tone was sincere, but Sharon couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
Rachel pushed a few buttons on the seashell console. A holographic screen appeared, showing off mermaid tails and bras in different colors. “All you have to do is pick your colors, and we’ll take care of the rest.” She explained, stepping away. Sharon picked a nice cyan color. Julie on the other hand, spent several minutes pouring over the colors until she settled on a deep shade of purple.
“So when do we-” Julie began.Suddenly the screen on the console changed automatically from the costume selection to what seemed to be a countdown. Julie and Sharon had barely any time to react as the red numbers counted down. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4,3,21. A brilliant flash of neon pink light shot forth from the clamshell as it opened , nearly blinding Julie and Sharon as they shielded their eyes.
The pink glow faded and Sharon and Julie lowered their arms. A few moments passed as they processed their thoughts. The silence wash broken as Julie shrieked. “Mom, your clothes!”
Sharon instantly looked down at her clothes, and her mouth opened in shock as a chill ran over her body. She was naked! Yelping loudly she quickly used one arm to cover her D-cup breasts, and the other to cover the golden peach fuzz of her trimmed pubic region. Then a terrible realization struck her. Turning around, she saw Julie, who was equally naked and blushing scarlet as she attempted to cover her youthful body.
Motherly instincts raged within Sharon as she shielded Julie with her own body. She turned to where Rachel was standing. She too was also naked, her body trim and athletic. “ALL RIGHT WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” Sharon roared, advancing on Rachel while keeping her daughter hidden from view. “WHAT KIND OF PERVERT FREAKSHOW IS THIS?” Rachel just stood there smiling. “Ma’am please calm. Down. After all, mermaids don’t really wear a lot of clothing. However, speaking of what mermaids do and don’t do….” She said trailing off. She breathed in and opened her mouth again. “🎶.”
“🎶”
As soon as the sound hit Sharon’s ears, all of her anger was gone. Rachel’s singing filled the room, reverberating off the walls. But it wasn’t just a song. No, it was an EXPERIENCE. Indeed as Sharon’s anger left her body, she was left with a cooling sensation. It was if a group of invisible masseuses had suddenly started massaging her body. Head. Chest. Legs. Even her buttocks felt like they were undergoing the most relaxing massage. Mother and daughter reclined on the floor. This time it was Rachel’s turn to advance as both mother and daughter looked on, enraptured. The young woman began to dance as she moved forward shaking her hips. She danced around her captive audience, occasionally stopping to stoop down and run her hand around their exposed skin. As she sang, images began to form in Sharon and Julie’s vacant heads. A tropical lagoon. And lastly, a picture of mermaids surrounding them, kissing them, caressing them.
At this last image Rachel’s singing grew in volume and intensity as she knelt down over her captives. A sudden jolt of pleasure grew between their legs. Collapsing on their backs with a loud cry, mother and daughter spread their legs, toes curling, and thurst their hands in between. As they did so, the images of mermaids and their touch began to become more vivid, almost lifelike as they picked up speed. Neither one noticed as water slowly began to fill the room, or as the pink human flesh between their legs gave way to scales. Cyan for Sharon, purple for Julie.