Tricia eyed the nub of the tail as it grew into a mermaid tail. Amber’s legs began shrinking as the tail grew scales with the color and sheen of copper as the tip began flaring out into a broad fluke. Her bikini bottom rips as her tail begins consuming her hips. Her legs soon shrank down to little more than a pair of half-foot wide pelvic fins and her fluke was a foot and a half wide. The transformation seemed to stop there.
“Hey Amber.” Tricia said.
“Hmm, wha…?” Amber said, obviously just waking up. Stretching out, Tricia saw her friend’s tail curl above her head. There was no doubt it was genuine. Amber removed her eye mask “Oh, Trish; when did you get here; and what feels so dry?” Amber looked below her waist and saw her tail.