He felt a cold breeze caress his bare webbed feet, and he saw the sun was slowly sinking. "Ah well," he said. "Time to go home."
he put his boots and socks back on, tied up his boat on the dock, and headed back to his house. He glanced back at the sea.
'It would be nice to be a fish.' he thought, as he walked back to his house. 'not having to worry about things, like clothes, money, anything. Just being able to swim carefree in the oceans all around the world.'
he grinned. as he walked all the way home.
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Later, at dinner, Winona made a discussion with Johnny.
"Maybe if you could spend a bit of time with your son for a while, you might just improve your life." she suggested. "Good idea." Johnny said. "I'm thinking one day, we could all go down to the beach, and go swimming in the ocean. I sure like swimming, I do."
Winona grinned. She seemed quite happy that Johnny was putting family before his work.
She seemed so happy, in fact, she hardly noticed fish scales forming on the back of her husband's neck. And she hardly noticed a single strand of Johnny's hair turning from chestnut brown to seaweedy green.
But Johnny noticed them. He was amazed to see the scales forming slowly on his back, and he saw his beard turning from chestnut brown to seaweedy green.
But he was even more surprised to see, later that night, in the bath, that his penis had grown smaller.
Johnny decided it'd be best to have his tf remain a secret. He wouldn't tell anyone, not even his wife.