"Do it," she says. Then, "Wait!" as you start to reach for the lamp.
Lydia lay back and popped the button on her jeans. In a few moments, not without a little effort, she removed her jeans from between her clenched legs. Once fully nude, Lydia motioned for you to hand over your water bottle. She removes the lid and dribbles a line of water down the insides of her legs. The liquid was adsorbed almost instantly and you watch as the final portion of her transformation took over. Her legs seem to almost melt as the spandex draws the two limbs into one. The white strip down the inside of her legs became a solid racing strip down to her ankles. Once again you were in awe of the sight of your girlfriend.
When the only thing left was her feet she motioned for you finish the bottle on her feet. You dump the contents and begin to massage her feet. Lydia watches you, propped on her elbow. While you gently rub her feet they slowly change. The red, glittery spandex skin of her feet flattened under your fingers. The wide fin formed, spreading out beyond your ability to hold it in your hands until you found yourself seated cross-legged on the floor with her tail fin in your lap.
Gently she flapped it for you. Her tail muscles twitched and pulsed before of you drawing your eyes up her long, long length. There was her wide hips and her narrow waist. Her large round breasts jiggled in their bi-coloured brilliance. And she was smiling.
"I just wanted to see it one last time," she said a little sadly.
You reach past her to grab the lamp from the coffee table. At the same time you kiss her deeply. You were certain before but now you are not so sure. Her naked spandex body made you so very hard. Where was your damn camera?
Before you lose your nerve you rub the lamp. And you are surprised to find that nothing happens. Your face becomes a mask of questions. You rub harder. Lydia mumbles something. You try rubbing with both hands. Then the lamp bites you.
It was like a sharp electrical spark and it causes you to drop the lamp. Clear as a bell you hear a voice in your head, "One use per person."
You look at Lydia. "I won't be able to use the lamp. It won't let me."
Once you explain what happened she takes the lamp from its resting place and tries to rub it herself. Lydia rubs the lamp for a full five minutes. Her spandex fingers slip over the smooth brass easily. She tries to rub the lamp every way she can think of and nothing happens for her either.
"Damn," she yells and tosses the lamp gently across the room.
After a moment of silence, you say, "I thought you were willing to keep the tail?"
Lydia takes a moment before she responds. When she does there is a hint of tears in her voice. "It's not that. I just want answers. I can't stand the idea that I will never know just when I am going to find myself unable to walk. I like the change; it's exciting. But I thought we would at least get to ask the genie what the hell was going on."
You move to lay beside Lydia. You hug her and kiss her cheeks free of tears. She turns to you and kisses you full on the lips. As you continue to kiss she pushes your shoulders back to the floor. She tries her best to roll on top of you but her hefty breasts cause her to make three attempts. On the final one she winds up on top with her large breasts filling the space between your chin and you pecs. The full length of her body pinned you to the floor.
Lydia was laughing now. You were laughing. You fingers were slowly tracing patterns along her back. You find the colour boundary and she catches her breath.
"Do that again," she whispers.
You do and her whole body shivers on top of you. Her eyes roll a little and she lets her white hair fall across you face. It smells lovely and moan softly.
"Take me to your room." It was a command and you snap to obey. Lifting her like yesterday you start up the stairs to your room.
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An hour later Lydia skipped down the stairs completely nude. Her competition suit was crumpled in her hand. She tried to be quiet so as not to wake you upstairs. Lydia searched for her jeans and found them discarded under the end table. She shook them out as best she could and pulled them up her legs. Running a hand through her once-again brown she perched on the couch trying to think where she left her sweat-shirt. It was cool in the basement and her nipples were stiff reminding her about her reduced breast size.
Lydia wrapped her normal-skin arms around her to keep from shivering. Her gaze fell on the lamp, also discarded on the floor. It only worked once per person, she thought. But she had never actually used it. So why did it not work when she rubbed it?
She tried to remember everything she knew about the lamp. It did not shock her like it had her boyfriend. So that must mean she could still use it. Maybe it was because she was not alone? Or maybe it was because she had spandex skin. It would make sense that only skin would trigger it. That way the genie would not be drawn out every time it was bumped. Reaching down Lydia grasped the lamp. Sitting it on her knees she dragged her finger tips across the engraved words.
Mist began to swirl about her ...