"Emma, I need you to go run me a bath." Emma gave Amy a quizzical look. "A bath? Why?" "Well mermaids aren't really built for land, right? I would feel far more comfortable in some water." This answer seemed to satisfy Emma. She saluted with a "Yes sir" and headed back towards the stairs. "Don't wake anyone up, okay?" A quick thumbs up as a response and up she went. Amy was once again alone with only her thoughts to keep her company. She suddenly felt very tired. Amy's next move was to get to the bathroom and that was going to be tricky. It had been difficult enough dragging Mum so she wasn't sure how she was going to manage it by herself. After a moments consideration, she decided to drag herself backwards, using her hands and rump to move across the room. It was tricky as the tail offered very little grip even on the carpet but she was soon at the stairs and lifting herself up step by step. She made it to the top and dragged herself along the hallway. As she passed her mum's bedroom, she considered knocking but she didn't want to wake Dad and part of her wasn't ready to tell her yet. Emma came out of the bathroom and helped her the last few feet. "Look the door and help me in the tub" Amy requested. Emma did just that, shutting and locking the door and trying to lift Amy onto the side of the bath. It took several attempts as Emma wasn't really able to hold Amy's body weight in her human form, let alone as a mermaid and the tiled floor offered even less grip for Amy's tail, but finally they managed to perch Amy's backside on the edge. She swung her tail into the water and slowly lowered herself in.
Amy was hit by a wave of euphoria as she entered the water. The feeling was so pleasurable, a small moan escaped from Amy. She started to run her hands along her tail, splashing water on it to get it nice and wet. She realised she was still wearing her t-shirt. She lifted it over her head and threw it on the floor, allowing to her to begin scooping water onto her shoulders. As she did, she heard Emma gasp from the corner of the room. She looked over to her and saw her staring, mouth agape. "What? What is it?" Emma didn't say anything, but it didn't take long to see where she was staring. Out of instinct, Amy brought her tail up to her chest and tried to cover herself with her arms. " Do you have to stare like that?" Emma went a very bright shade of red and looked down at her feet.
After a while, Amy was sure that she had gotten wet enough. She had been in longer than her mum had. "Okay Emma, help me dry off." She lifted herself onto the bath edge again after several attempts and brought her tail round, the fin hitting the floor with a wet thud. Amy dried her upper body and both she and Emma worked on her tail. After vigorous scrubbing, she as bone dry and there was nothing left to do but wait and see if it worked.