David dove back under the water and swam in the direction he thought Pam had gone. But as he swam on he could not find his friend. He kept searching.
Meanwhile, Pam kicked along by herself, her legs moving as one limb. Whatever that liquid was that David had sent her (in reality, Ms. Maisar) it was working wonders. She'd never felt so at home in the water or swam so naturally.
Then something caught her eye, something too big to be a fish. It swam closer. A dolphin! Pam realized she was living her dream of swimming with dolphins in the wild. The dolphin circled her and looped around her. Pam twisted and turned as well in ways that seemed impossible with knees and legs, like kids racing. Pam was amazed she was almost able to keep pace. At last she surfaced for a deep gulp of air. How long had she been underwater? Many minutes...but how?
She dove back underwater and spotted the dolphin again. It swam by slowly. Pam reached out, running her hand down the dolphin's side and feeling it's smooth skin. As she twisted after the dolphin, she felt the bottom of her two-piece swimsuit snap. Concerned for her modesty (though nobody was around), she looked down and found a surprise: she no longer had legs! Instead, she had a dolphin's tail from the wait down. Her bathing swimsuit bottom's must have been torn by the last of the transformation from legs to tail. She was a mermaid!
This...this wasn't what she had expected when she applied the blue liquid to her legs. She kicked her tail slowly, moving in a straight line and trying to take in what had happened.
Then she felt sonar and the dolphin was back, rubbing against her playfully. Then their tails touched and the sensation surprised Pam. It felt different from rubbing against another human. Then dolphin turned and nipped her gently on the ankle...no, she mentally corrected herself, on her tail fluke.
Pam realized what was happening: the dolphin wanted to mate with her! She had a dolphin tail, which seemed enough for the dolphin to think she was one too. Of course, she'd heard about dolphins occasionally getting overly friendly with humans who didn't have tails too.
She swam for the direction she thought was home and the dock behind her house she'd started from. The dolphin followed and looped around her playfully, but mostly keeping a slight distance. Suddenly, it swam up underneath of her, turning it's stomach toward hers. The dolphin brushed along her tail and up her body, rubbing it's body against hers now more lustful than playful. As it's beak passed her chest, it the dolphin opened it's mouth slightly to catch her bikini top and snap it off. The dolphin's body brushed against her now exposed breasts as it swam past and against her.
Pam realized she enjoyed the feeling of the dolphins body against hers, both her mer-dolphin tail and her still human skin. The dolphin was now beside her, it's belly toward her, inviting her to touch it's belly and also offering its member toward her.
What had started as surprise and fear had turned kind of exciting. The male dolphin was inviting her, but wasn't trying to force itself on her. She found herself strangely aroused, which had never happened before in her years of watching dolphins. Would it be wrong? She seemed half-dolphin now...