Johnna looked down at himself or rather herself, his body had totally changed he had come to the beach a slightly above average in height normal looking white guy with short hair and a beard. He now stood in the setting sun as a tall, very athletic looking blonde bombshell of a women with large perfect breasts, a great ass, shapely legs and arms. He would now have fit perfectly into one of his or many other men’s wet dreams.
“Come join us sister.” Said one of the mermaids as they swam up to the surf line and extended their hands out to him.
“Fuck…” you scream in a very feminine voice “Get the fuck away from me!”
With that you bolt heading up a small rise heading back toward where you hope the parking lot was and where you could get some help.
“Should we try and stop her?” inquired one of the mermaids, a black one with long hair pulled up in a series of braids.
“Why? She will be back, they almost all come back.” Answered another, one of the older ones who looked near 40 but hotter than most women in their 20s
“Hopefully she will bring more people to join us?” offered up another mermaid with neon blue hair and a pale blue tail.
“Sometimes they do.” Confirmed the older mermaid
You didn’t hear any of that as you went running up the sand dune, your new feet sinking into the sand but yet you moved faster then you ever had as a man. You knew you where stronger, faster and far fitter then you ever had been as a man. Maybe it was some mermaid strength within you now, or your new female body was just that fit.
The problem was your massive breasts which bounced in ways that would have made you droll if you where still a man looking from the outside and the man’s swim trunks you where still wearing. You had to shot one hand down to the waistline to just hold them up so you didn’t trip. The run wasn’t fully clear, you pushed through some brush cutting your legs a bit but you kept going. Finally, when you saw the headlights of cars in the distance and could see the now almost totally empty beach off to your right did you stop to catch your breath.
No one was around, the parking lot before you were empty aside from a handful of cars and your own car. Still, you didn’t have the key to get in, instead you ran off to a series of lockers located near a public changing room. You quickly find the locker you rented, punching in the keycode you had placed in when you rented it for the day you open it to find your cloths, your wallet, your car keys, and post importantly your phone.
You grab the phone and unlock it only to stop.
“Fuck…what do I do? I can’t call the police they will think I am a crazy woman who killed my male self.” You say as you consider what to do, while you do that you slip into the changing room, the male room out of habit and put on your T-shirt and pants, tightening the belt a lot to make the male jeans work on your new hips. You realize you were very tall for a woman, since even in a man’s shirt your midriff was visible including the small birthmark which somehow remained even in your change to a woman. You finally got a look at your face in the mirror, and it was just as beautiful and gorgeous as you believed it was just by touch.
Your hair was still a mess but at least no one would say you were a nude crazy woman.
“Now I am just a crazy woman…I need to figure out what to do?” you say to yourself as you step out of the changing room and back into public.
Looking down at your phone what do you do? Who do you call?
The Police, they would think you are crazy?
Your family? They would think you are crazy.
Your friends? They would think you are crazy.
All of them would think you killed your male self.