Johnny's wet toes were wriggling like worms.
He stared at the ocean around his island home.
He thought hard about becoming a fish and swimming in the ocean to his hearts content, and not having to worry about things, like clothes, work, money, anything. Just being able to swim carefree in the oceans all around the world.
Suddenly, a funny feeling entered his body.
He stared with a mixture of fascination and disbelief as his feet began to change before his eyes. They lengthened, and webbing grew between his toes. It was soft, cold, and gelatinous. He also watched in surprise as his toenails popped off his toes, and vanished into the ocean where they fell. As the webbing grew, the skin there began to change colour, fading to a pale turquoise, as shimmering slimy scales began to grow over his changing feet.
Johnny was shocked, but amazed. "I must be the very first fisherman in the world to have webbed feet!" Johnny said.
he stood, and slipped around a lot on the boat deck; it was quite tricky to stand with webbed feet, but he managed to stand straight in the end.
"What will come next?" Johnny said, as he wriggled his webbed toes.
His piscine changes were just beginning.