Emily sank into the deepest contentment she’d ever known as she rode out her first orgasm in her magically adjusted form. In a single day, she went from the daily routine of her mundane life, and now she was here embodying one of the hundreds of fantasy creatures she’d fashioned costumes of. Now she reclined luxuriously as a princely lady of the faerie courts.
Moments into her bath, the fey noticed ripples over the still water. She opened her eyes to see something, or rather someone breaching the surface from below. “Hellooo?” The lilting voice followed. “Is someone here? I thought I was the only one who knew about this pool.” Emily’s eyes widened in surprise, not yet sure if this stranger’s nature.
“Hey! I’m sorry, I didn't know someone lived here, is this your place? Come to think of it… I still don’t know exactly what here is.” Emily stammered.
The creature laughed musically, as her head rose from the surface. She was beautiful, her pale skin was subtly tinted toward the bluish hue, the hair on her head was spun platinum, and reached her shoulders whilst framing her otherworldly features. Accentuating her appearance were the silvery scales that speckled her cheeks like freckles. “Ah… you must be fresh off the painting if I had to guess. Exhilarating, wasn’t it?”
“You could say that. It was scary at first, I didn’t know how I got here. But then I made it to this pool and I got this makeover… then everything didn’t seem so bad.” She shrugged. “There wasn’t any painting involved. I was sent a poster for this commission though, and while I was checking it out it started glowing. Then boom! Here I am.”
“I guess not many people get paintings on Earth these days… sorry, force of habit. The point’s the same though, it’s all in that magic art. No one knows where they come from, but every so often they come into peoples’ lives. My boyfriend and I came home with a big collection from an estate auction one day, and the next morning we woke up on a beach, hours later we both looked like this, and had these.” To emphasize her words, she heaved her lower half out of the water, revealing a dazzling piscine tail covered in silver and blue scales which caught the moonlight. She couldn’t deny it, she was beautiful, incredibly so. The way her scales sparkled up her tail, drawing the eye toward her soft pale skin, and framed her nude breasts, and the small cleft in her tail at hip level which promised the presence of where this mermaid’s womanhood awaited.
“Oh! It’s not just fey who live here then? Merfolk too?”
“And centaurs, lamia, vampires, dragonkin, you name it. How do I say this? If humans dreamed it up, you’ll find us here.” The mermaid replied.
“That’s pretty exciting actually… oh! I’m Em-.”
“SHH!” The mermaid dashed forward in the water, suddenly cupping Emily’s mouth with a webbed hand. The fairy suddenly flushed red from this beautiful woman pressed body to body with her. Girls didn’t previously interest her, but she could tell in the back of her mind that after the transformation that wasn’t true anymore. “You’re a fairy now- so don’t tell anyone your human name. It’s your true name now, and it has power over you. Got it?”
Emily nodded in reply.
“Good, good… sorry about that… Em, I didn’t want you to make a big mistake is all.”
“No, no… thank you. You could’ve taken advantage of me there big time… but you didn’t.” A thought crossed her mind as she found herself making eye contact with the mermaid. “I’d love to show you just how grateful I am in fact…” she said, y with herself that she’d say something so forward. “Sorry! I don’t know why I said that, you said you’ve got a boyfriend and everything!”
“My *girl*friend and I share all the time, most folks here. You’ve said nothing out of line… not in this plane.” The mermaid placed a finger under the fey woman’s chin and lifted her face up to hers, and both creatures leaned in to a tender and passionate kiss. Emily wrapped her amber wings around them like a draped blanket, and she gasped as the mermaid’s strong and muscular tail wrapped around her legs.
“Can I know *your* name?” Emily asked. “My true one? No…” she put a finger to her lips mischievously. “But you can call me Silverbrook.”
“Mhmm… lovely to meet you…” Emily purred as her hands roamed and explored her partner’s physique, going lower and lower…