The sex is hot and passionate, and the pool boy doesn't notice the scaly rash spreading down his crotch and thighs. He doesn't notice that he's losing mobility as his sticky wet thighs began to fuse together. At the same time your own tail scales are starting to dry out and flake off. You can soon feel your legs inside the dried out husk of a tail skin holding your legs together. You roll the pool boy over and stand sluffing off the tail skin.
"Hot dog you're even prettier as a woman. I didn't know you could grow legs. Guess, it's just like Splash," he swallows, "Man, am I parched."
"Not exactly," you say pointing at his lower body.
"What the hell did you do with my legs?"
You kick his pelvis rolling him into the water. "Cool off horn dog!" you shout. You pick up his discarded Speedo and pull it on. The pouch hangs limply in the front, you're still female. You grab a towel to cover your breasts, and head to find someone who can help. But who? A doctor? A shaman? A policeman? You have know idea, but you need to find someone to help.