Taking her webbed hand in yours, you lead her to the shower, and eagerly step in. She follows suit, and reaches around you to turn the water on. Cold. All the way.
The water feels heavenly as it courses through your gills. You take a deep breath through them, and sigh in contentment as the green ooze flows off of your skin and down the drain.
You watch as the oil flows off your girlfriend's body, and she simply stands in the stream of water, large eyes closed, smile wide. Her scales glisten in the bathroom lights. Her dorsal fin stands tall atop her hairless head, her gills on either side of her neck flutter as they take their first breath.
[How do I look?] her voice echoes in your mind though her mouth doesn't move. Communicative telepathy, which will allow you to communicate underwater.
[You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.] You return the thoughts, leaning in and kissing her lightly on the lips. You would have kissed her neck, but you realize that with her sensitive gills there, you might disrupt something, damage them maybe.
[I want to go to the beach now. Can we go?] She opens her eyes, fluttering them a bit. They sparkle a bright gold as they stare deeply into your own golden eyes.
[Yes. To the ocean with us. We'll be king and queen of a new race. Exciting, ain't it?]
[Much better to be a fish queen than a stupid old human slaving over the nine to five, baby. Let's go. I love this mind-talk, by the way.]
[Me too. It's really neat how your voice echoes in my brain.]
She reaches behind you once more, turning off the water as the two of you step out. You don't care that you're dripping all over the floor. You'll never use this place again. Ever.
The two of you step out the front door and walk down the hall, getting more than a few stunned stares as you go, but you don't care. You're leaving them all behind anyway.
The ocean awaits.