Go to the surface

 


You swim up towards the air. When you break the surface, you find yourself somewhere definitely not near the mansion. Water stretches in all directions, with wooded land in the distance. You're somehow in a lake. You are slightly embarrassed when you realize your clothes are gone, ripped off by the suction. You take a few strokes inland, each one covering more distance than the last. You don't realize that your feet have flattened out and grown larger, or that they've grown slick green scales. As the scales spread upward, your legs fuse into one limb, climaxing into a fishlike tail. Your equipment goes internal, at the same moment it shrivels and inverts itself into the opposite sex. Your shoulders sink inwards as your waist narrows and your hips widen. Your hair takes on a sea green color as it grows in length and volume. Your face softens, your arms and hands become more delicate and slender. Your adam's apple retreats. Last, breasts push out of your chest. It's not until you reach the shore that you realize you've become a mermaid. Your face turns red when you discover the second part of that word is true. You rub your neck, feeling gills on their sides.


You spend the remainder of your life in that lake. You find a merfolk village in the deepest part. Nobody believes your stories of a human life, but they accept you nonetheless. In your free time you swim about with your new friends and woo sailors and surfers alike with your now beautiful singing voice.

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