John thought about it for a second, seeing a small sliver of light tan in the stack of clothing and wondering what her legs looked like. He tugged at the fabric and was rewarded with the translucent light of a pair of sheer pantyhose. "Will these work to get your legs back?"
Erin smiled and nodded. Pantyhose in hand she guided her fin to the foot of one leg. As she did her fin retracted into delicate toes before her feet formed. Continuing the motion her tail unzipped into shapely legs, leaving bare skin visible for only a moment before it was covered by tan fabric. In less than a minute Erin stood up on legs that made John quiver.
"Well," she posed for a moment, "What do you think?" John nodded silently. As shocked as he was by seeing a mermaid, the transformation back to human blew him away. She was certainly something else. Erin quickly dressed the rest of the way, her pink seashell bra dissolving as a more mundane color covered it. "To the restaurant?"
The drive could have been described as uneventful. Perhaps. But for John, who found himself sitting in a car with a woman that was not only a primal fantasy incarnate but also charming and intelligent, the ride was an exercise in stopping himself from fantasizing about growing old with someone he just met. Indeed those moments talking with her while waiting at a stoplight were the most eventful he had any memory of.
But the inevitable happily ever after would only come after they both learned that love, already hard enough, is far more difficult when legs only last for two hours...