A mermaid.
A fucking mermaid.
She was now a creature that didn’t technically exist.
Experimentally, Melissa flexed her new tail, getting a feel for how the muscles worked and how the tail moved. Watching the shiny tail moving in correspondence to her directions, to seeing the way it writhed and bent in a way that no human legs could – it was too much for her. Her stomach churned and she rolled to her side, propped herself up, and vomited.
Groaning, she skidded away and laid back, clenching her eyes shut and willing this to all just go away.
But even as she lied there on the concrete, she could hear her tail flipping. It was no fantasy, or dream. This had really happened to her.
There was a ripping noise and she sat upright, propping herself up with her elbows. Bewildered, she searched for the source and realized it was coming from her chest.
Apparently, the changes weren’t quite done with her just yet.
She tore the shirt off just in time to see her bra snap off, revealing her scaly breasts. They had grown even larger – not ridiculously so, but large enough to snap her bra. Larger than Serenity’s had been.
She sat there, now completely nude – or at least, as nude as a mermaid could be. She didn’t even know if she still had a vagina, and she wasn’t keen on investigating at the moment. She didn’t have any seashells or starfish or whatever the hell mermaids had on their breasts, but perhaps that would come later. For the moment, at least, the changes seemed to be done.
“Get a hold of yourself,” she muttered.
She just wanted to cry. But if she stayed here, she’d be discovered, and then she’d be truly fucked.
There was no getting back to the car. There was only one thing left that she could do, really. If she waited, she’d be found.
Emily’s door was at the end of the hall.
She flipped herself over, and started dragging herself along.
It didn’t last very long.
For one, the tail apparently weighed quite a bit, and her upper body strength wasn’t anticipating the added weight.
For another, it plain hurt. Dragging her tail along the ground like that made it chafe and it stung. It was drying her out. What would happen if she was completely dry?
She lay there on her stomach, chewing her lip.
She propped herself up with her arms, and then moved her tail underneath her. Then, using the powerful muscles of the tail, moved her upper body forward until she’d stretched completely out. Then she repeated the process – lifted up, moved her tail underneath her, and then moved herself forward.
It was slower than a walk, but it beat crawling at least.
At long last, she reached Emily’s door.
She hesitated for a moment, but the longer she delayed, the greater the danger that she’d be discovered by someone.
She lifted a fist, and knocked steadily on the door.
There was a moment of silence. And another.
And another.
Melissa’s heart plummeted – surely Emily couldn’t be out. Not now.
But then she heard footsteps on the other side of the door. And in the next moment, the door swung open, and Emily stood there, a confused look on her face as she surveyed the door. Slowly, her gaze dropped, and she looked down at Melissa, sprawled out on the ground in front of her apartment.
Emily’s eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open.
They were silent for a long moment.
“Hi Emily,” Melissa finally said.
Emily screamed.