Pearl Clearstream found a lovely lake in the woods just outside of town, a perfect place to swim. As she stripped off her clothes to skinny dip, she began to daydream of the sleek, furry wereotter body she'd be gaining this summer. She had a feeling that waiting for Camp Lutra to open for the year would be torture, but the wait would be worth it to become such a magnificent creature.
Pearl was snapped out of her daydreams by the sight of a flash of brown fur in the lake. On closer inspection, Pearl saw that this creature was a perfect blend of girl and otter—a wereotter! The wereotter was tall and willowy, using her sturdy tail to propel herself through the water. She had a playful smile on her whiskery muzzle, and her four perky tits bounced slightly as she surfaced. The wereotter suddenly noticed Pearl and gasped in shock. She'd been spotted.
"It's alright!" Pearl called out. "I'm in the know about wereotters! Hey, let's chat. It's been a long time since I've had a proper talk with a wereotter." She dived into the lake and swam out to the wereotter girl.
"My name's Olivia Waterhouse of the Laughingbrook Romp," the wereotter smiled welcomingly as Pearl reached her. "Nice to meet you. Wait, did you just say that you've met wereotters before?!"
"Only when I was really little," Pearl answered. "I used to be a mermaid, you see. Unfortunately, my ex-girlfriend is the daughter of the king of the merfolk, and she placed a powerful curse on me during our falling out. It turned me into a human!"
Olivia put a webbed hand to her whiskered face. "That's horrible! What did you do?"
"I found a witch named Morgana Faye," Pearl went on. "She had the power to either turn me back into a mermaid or make me an entirely new type of magical. Well, my curiosity won out and I decided to become a wereotter. To that end, she's enrolling me in a summer camp called Camp Lutra."
Olivia's eyes lit up with glee. "Camp Lutra? I go there every year! Yeah, they'll be able to make you a wereotter. My sister's an otterborn human, and the shamans will perform the turning ritual on her now that she's old enough."
"What's an otterborn human?" asked Pearl.
"It means a child of wereotters who's a regular human," Olivia explained. "The ritual was created to cure them so they can stay with the romp. Fair warning, the ritual has parts that can be a bit... sexual."
"I can live with that," Pearl giggled. "I can see that wereotters are very attractive." She eyed Olivia's lithe, almost serpentine body appreciatively, taking in the rich brown and cream hues of the wereotter's fur. Olivia was beyond cute, she was gorgeous! Pearl was suddenly very grateful that Olivia would be going to Camp Lutra with her. "Oh, my name's Pearl Clearstream, by the way," Pearl added with a slight blush. "It used to be Pearl Silverscales, but I changed it when I decided that I'd become a wereotter instead of turning back into a mermaid. Because, y'know... otters don't have scales. Uh, you pr-probably n-n-noticed that." Pearl blushed a deeper shade of red, bashfully hiding her face behind her long blonde hair. Why did she have to get so awkward when she was naked with a beautiful girl?
"Ooh, that's such a pretty name!" Olivia smiled. The otter girl pulled Pearl into a cheery hug, smashing the former mermaid's ample bosom into her own little furry titties. "I can tell that we're going to be best friends! Maybe we'll be even more than that! Who knows?"
"Y-yeah..." Pearl stammered, her sea-green eyes glimmering with bashful lust. "I mean... yeah.. you're just so... you're... really... cute." She smiled nervously at Olivia.
"Aww!" Olivia smiled. "That's so sweet! Let's keep meeting up even before camp starts. I come here to swim every day."
"I think I do to from now on," Pearl giggled.
Olivia gave Pearl a whiskery kiss on the cheek. "I'd like that. Maybe I can even introduce you to my romp. My mom's sister, Aunt Ottoline, is our shaman. She's also Camp Lutra's director. How does meeting the Laughingbrook Romp tomorrow afternoon sound?"
"Sounds storming!" Pearl laughed.
"Storming?" Olivia repeated, raising a furry eyebrow questioningly.
"Mermaid slang," Pearl explained. "It means 'cool' or 'awesome'."
Olivia smiled. "Oh, then I guess it is one of my more storming ideas. But for now, I say we enjoy a little swim in our birthday suits."
"You wear yours so well," Pearl said with a wink before diving into the lake with Olivia.