“Yeah, but I don’t want to be so little anymore. Can you make me my regular age again?” You ask.
The mermaid smiled with a certain sense of anticipation. “I’ll have to call the worker at the dice booth and tell him to restore your age, but yes.” The mermaid swam to the surface and picked up a phone. She dialed; and after a second or two, she said. “This is Cleo over at the mermaid tank. I have a customer who would like her age restored. Okay.” She covered the receiver and asks you your name, you tell her and she repeats it on the phone. “Just your age, right?” She asks.
“Uh-huh.” You respond. She informs the dice booth operator, hangs up the phone and dives back in.
A moment passed and suddenly, you feel your body start to grow. Your limbs lengthen; your body develops more maturely feminine curves; C-cup breasts balloon out of your chest; and your hair grows even longer, stopping just short of the base of your caudal fin.
With the changes complete, you look back at Cleo and your heart begins to race. Despite still being female, you find her quite attractive. However, you’re not even sure if is because of a preservation of your original male mind, or if these are natural feelings among mermaids. She swims close to you, a sultry smirk upon her face.
“My, my; you’re quite the beauty now, aren’t you?” She says placing a hand underneath your chin, her face close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath upon your full pink lips and your erect nipples caressing her silky bikini top. “Shall we go backstage and I can show you passion as only mermaids can know?”