Shakily, Amy pulls herself up to sit on the edge of the tub. She lifts her fins out of the water and spins around place them on the floor. They meet the tile with a wet slapping sound, and Amy realizes she can feel the floor all the way to the ends of her fins. Bracing herself with an arm against the bathroom wall, the fishy girl gingerly moves to stand up, placing more weight on her new feet.
Her balance is much different than she's used to, but it's clear that there's enough solid bone in her heels and the soles of her feet to let her walk relatively normally. She carefully takes a few steps forward, her fins slapping against the floor once again.
Amy walks to the mirror. She places a little too much weight onto the front of her fins, and the yellow membranes lose grip and support, sending her tipping forward. She throws her hands out, placing them on the counter and only narrowly averting a fall.
"That's gonna need some practice" she says to herself, before inspecting her full appearnace.
Amy Su regards her new form with an appreciative eye. The Korean-American college girl had never had much of a figure to boast about. She was slim sure, and had what she believed to be a cute face, but she wasn't very unique apart from that.
Now though, she had the toned physique of an athlete, and stood nearly a foot taller than her previous 5'3", with the overall shifting of her new form putting her at 6'1".
She bares her teeth at her reflection, slightly taken aback by her fearsome new chompers. She licks her blue lips with a tongue that seemed pointer than normal. Her nearly all black eyes stare back at her, looking like bottomless pits. She runs a clawed hand across the "eyeshadow" that ringed those dark eyes, finding that it was indeed more scales.
"I like that blue streak" she murmurs to herself. She'd wanted to try dyeing her hair a different color, but had never worked up the courage to go through with it.
Her reverie is interrupted by an insistent knocking at the door.
"Ah-mee?" came the accented voice of her roommate, Adrienne, softly through the door. An exchange student fresh from France, the pretty blonde girl still had trouble saying Amy's name. "Ahhre you feeneeshed?"
"Uhh," says Amy, glancing back at her exotic appearance, "almost! Just give me like 10 more minutes!"
"Ughh, you alwayz take soo long!" says the girl in an annoyed tone, and Amy could hear her walking back towards her room.
Amy reaches over and grabs for her towel, hoping that bit in the fine print about drying off was true.
She quickly begins toweling off her damp form, doing her best get every spot. After about five minutes, Amy felt almost completely dry, but nothing was happening.
"What gives?" she said aloud nervously. Looking down at her new feet she realized that they and the floor beneath them were still wet. Sitting down on the toilet, she lifts her fins up one by one and dries them off. They still feel quite pleasurable to rub and knead, and she finds herself biting her lip to avoid falling prey to another masturbation session.
Once her feet are fully dried, Amy starts to feel a rumbling, straining feeling, the inverse of the pressure she felt before. With a significant amount of gurgling, popping, and uncomfortable cracking, her form in the mirror started to revert to the plain Korean girl she knew so well.
Her muscles faded, leaving her slim and waifish. She crunched downwards in three short drops as her legs, torso, and neck all shrunk to their original sizes. Her breasts and ass began to dissipate, and Amy rubbed her big rear goodbye as it shrank and flattened slightly.
She watched as her ear fins retracted, the blue scales fading back to her normal skin. The dark eyes shrank back into her brown human ones, and her teeth rounded off. The scales on her arms, legs, and sides all started to disappear too, while her gills faded and closed up. The girl twitched slightly as the coloration of her vagina returned to normal.
She eyed her feet and hands as the fading of her scales reached them. With more pops and cracks, her hands shrank, the webbing sliding smoothly back down her fingers until it was gone. Curiously, her long claws retracted but retained a deep royal blue coloration.
Down at her feet, similar popping and crunching was occurring. At this area though, the reversion appeared pleasurable. She held back a moan of pleasure as it felt like soft but firm hands were kneading her soft feet again. They pressed, pulled, and rubbed, and her feet shifted and shrank, the membrane of the fins separating and firming up into five little toes.
She wiggled them happily, noting that like her fingernails they had retained a coloration, the yellow of her fins this time.
Amy Su looked into the mirror and saw her normal self staring back. Well, almost normal. Like the pigmentation on her nails, the blue streak in her hair remained somewhat, though it was less prominent than before.
She quickly gathers up her things, and emptied the tub, careful to will herself not to change again as she touched the water. The girl eyes the box of pearls before sliding it in the cabinet under the sink.
Amy opened up the bathroom door and, wrapped in a towel, heads back to her room.
Adrienne, hearing the door open, pokes her head out, then dashes into the bathroom before anyone has the chance to occupy it again.