“Love your enthusiasm, babe, but you need to-“ Michelle began to say only to be interrupted by a loud digital tone from her pocket. Sarah and Phoebe rolled their eyes as Michelle looked at the text she’d just received and then said to them,”The Merfolk Club is requesting my immediate attention, ladies. Can you handle things from here, Woodstock?”
“Hold on, what do they need?” Sarah asked.
“Uh, dicks?” Michelle said,”What do you think they’d text me for?”
“Why can’t they come here?” Charlotte asked impatiently as there only seemed to be more delays between her and her new body.
“You try walking far with a tail.” Michelle said as she typed a response back at the sender.
“Oh right…..” Charlotte blushed.
“Mel, do you mind helping me round up the dongs we need?” Michelle asked and Melanie nodded yes.
“Alright, dickladies and future dickladies, I trust you to take care of yourselves from here. Don’t go overboard with the cream or else you might need to see a mohel. See ya!” Michelle said and walked out with Melanie behind her.