Balston Bay, USA10:34am“Fuck, does it ever stop raining in this city?”

  I questioned out loud, watching the steady downpour drown the streets in water, as the march of capitalism continued via the parade of umbrels and rain boots.

  “Oh quit your bitching, Ted.” Responded one of my bunkmates, a charming fellow by the name of Bob, sitting on a couch and pying some old military shooter.

  “Yeah man, you sound like a woman.” Came the sexist response of Ned. That’s right, Ted, Bob and Ned. Living proof that the barracks supervisor had a sense of humor. Part of me considered commenting on his sexist behavior, but I’d grown numb to his routines over our tour of service. Still, a part of me always seemed to squirm at the comments, wanting to wiggle its way free and tear that prick apart.

  It had been an entire week since the Unbreakable made port in Balston Bay, and the rain which greeted us never went away. After a lengthy time at sea, most of the crew had been eager for shore leave. While a few braved the downpour on the first day, most had returned within the hour resembling drowned rats.

  Even if it wasn’t raining, it’s not like there was anything to do in this town. No nightlife scene, all the pubs being quiet and moody, not even a decent arcade! Nope, the only thing to do was to sit in our barracks and wait it out. And as my bunkmates had demonstrated, they didn’t make for excellent company either.

  Why did I even join the Navy in the first pce? Oh right, orphan with no future prospects, a need to pay for college, and an aggressive recruiter. I’d been on active service for two years now, and by now I realized just how much of a mark I was, a good mark on some officer’s record. Being cooped up in here only served to highlight just how trapped by everything I felt. I wanted so badly to quit, but the Navy did not look kindly on deserters, and where would I even go?

  Fuck it.

  Who cares if I get drowned out there? I needed to get out of this hell hole, and see the outside world.

  “I’m going out.”

  They both looked at me questioningly, then turned their attention back to their respective activities. Bob with his game, and Ned with his incessant doom scrolling.

  After tossing a heavy raincoat over my uniform, I stepped out of the barracks, and began making my way towards the gates. The Naval base was unusually quiet, though that wasn’t a surprise given the weather. Lined up at the docks were seven other ships besides the Unbreakable, most of them in for repairs after light skirmishes.

  The gate guard looked up from his phone long enough to let me through, and I stepped out into the water drenched streets. As if I didn’t get enough of water while out on our cruiser. Still a step up from my first tour of service on a goddamn aircraft carrier.

  I had no idea where I was going, I just kept putting one foot in front of the other, heading towards an unknown destination. My boots were well used to being in these types of conditions, and yet the rain found a way to wriggle into my socks. It’s like this damned city was cursed or something!

  Finally, I found my way at the civilian harbor, where other ships were docked and in the midst of a re-supply. Not that it mattered to me. As I continued to walk, I eventually found my way to the only beach in the city, obviously deserted and overflowing with massive swells. The only thing of note was an abandoned pier, jutting its way out into the ocean like an unwelcome intruder. It’d be as good a pce as any for a smoke.

  As I ducked under the retive cover, and retrieved my lighter, an unusual sound found its way to my ears.

  Singing.

  A high, feminine voice sung aloud words that reached deep into my wounded soul, and filled me with an intense longing for something that I’d never been able to have. Unbidden, I began to move once again, this time out of the cover of the pier, and towards the sound that now flooded my ears with its beautiful melody. I was walking towards the rocky outcrops that lined the edges of the beach, specifically a natural arch of stone, carved out by the sea’s relentless assault. Each step brought me closer and closer to that song, the one that resonated deep inside of me and brought my soul to heel.

  As I stepped through the arch, I found my way to a cavernous opening, with a briny pool in the center. Atop the center of that pool were more stones, and sitting atop those rocks were a pair of legends.

  Voluminous hair made for waving beneath the waves, unearthly beautiful faces, fwless skin and perky breasts. And long, fishlike tails in the pce of legs.

  “M-Mermaids…?” I whispered in disbelief.

  The duo stopped singing their beautiful song, and a single tear fell unbidden from my eyes. They both turned to face me, surprise and worry on their faces.

  “Poseidon dammit, I thought we wouldn’t see any mortals today.”

  “Evidently not, but at the very least, we seem to have drawn a delectable, if slightly sour morsel.”

  Something about the way she said sour made me flinch, but the morsel part…

  “Come closer, won’t you dearie?”

  I stood frozen in pce, my feet wanting to spring away from this strange pair, chalk it up to a hangover and move on with my life. And yet my feet drew me ever closer to the pair, one with dusky bck skin and brown hair, the other with creamy white skin and pink hair. Both were unnatural beauties, possessed of looks that would leave any girl I knew jealous.

  “Sit down.” I did as instructed, and rested myself on the nearest rocky outcrop. “Good girl.” My eye twitched involuntarily at that st part, though I couldn’t begin to expin why.

  “Wh-what are you…?” I questioned, curiosity overwhelming me, despite the evidence pinly before my eyes.

  “Doing?” Replied the pink mermaid, with a hint of mischief in her voice. “Why, Lady Dynamene and I were just singing songs to attract tasty mortals, then devour them~”

  My skin crawled at the thought, and the other mermaid lightly flicked her forehead. “Marisa, don’t scare the poor thing. She’s clearly been having a rough time of it.”

  Wait, she? “Y-You must be mistaken, I’m a man.”

  The dark skinned woman turned her piercing gaze onto me, and I felt myself shrink and wither beneath it. It was as if a deep part of my soul was being probed, digging for some hidden truth that had long since been buried and rotted. Before this La- er, Dynamene, I could hide nothing.

  “Tell me, child, what is your name?”

  “T-Ted. Short for Theodore.”

  “Very well, Mortal Theodore. What brought you down to us on this… dreary day, as you are all so fond of saying?”

  “I… I just needed to get outside. Being in the Naval base was… crushing.”

  “I see. And why was it crushing you so much?”

  “I… because… I don’t want to be there. I don’t want to be a seaman, I don’t want to go back out on that boat, and I don’t want to be in this pce anymore!”

  The two mermaids blinked, and I winced at my sudden outpouring of emotion. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

  “Come closer, child.”

  With nary a hint of hesitation, I stepped over towards the woman, my gaze never leaving her violet colored eyes. Her hands patted down on her fishy p. “Lay down.”

  I did as instructed, and found that the seat was much more comfortable than it seemed. That’s when it struck me that this was the closest I’d ever been to… well anyone. I’d never even gotten this far with my past girlfriends, and now here I was ying my head down in the p of a mermaid that I’d just met.

  “Good girl. Now, tell me… is there anything you’d rather be doing right now?”

  I hesitated, as feelings swirled inside of me, dredged up by their charming song. Thoughts that I’d never been able to share with anyone before, but now found their way easily to my lips. “I guess… I just feel really dissatisfied with life… you know? I just have to work the same old job, with the people that I don’t like, and wearing clothes that feel bad.”

  As I spoke, her hands found their way to my head, and began to stroke my hair gently. Tears welled up in my vision, unlocked by her affection. I never cried, what was going on? Was this all a dream? I mean, it had to be right? I’d just close my eyes, be in my bed at the barracks, and then wake up-

  My eyes opened to see the same woman, looking down upon me with more care than I’d ever felt in my life up to that point. Oh god. This was all real wasn’t it?

  The tears flowed freely, and I cried into her p as the kind mermaid hummed another song, and tenderly cared for me like no other before. Once I’d finally calmed down, I looked up into her eyes and felt a newfound crity.

  “I… can you take me away from here? Can I go… with you?”

  A bemused expression found its way to her lips, and for a moment my heart sank with the thought that I would be summarily rejected. “Not as you are.” There it was… my head turned downward, but she hooked a finger under my chin and lifted my gaze back up to her. “But we can fix that.” She turned to face the other mermaid, who wore a knowing smirk. “Marcia? Be a dear and prepare the ritual while I get her ready.”

  The other mermaid, evidently named Marcia, smiled widely and nodded. “With pleasure Mistress Dynamene!”

  “Wait, ritual? What’s going on?” I started to sit up, but Dynamene pushed my head back down, and smiled softly.

  “Easy there girl, we’re just going to fulfill your wish.”

  Anxiety welled its way into my chest now, as I watched Marcia go about preparing for whatever this ritual was. A conch shell id atop one of the rocks, a chunk of coral atop another, a gleaming emerald colored stone that I didn’t recognize. And finally, a pair of statuettes, idols I supposed, carved out of beach rock. One was fashioned after a man, and the other fashioned after a woman. They were arranged near, yet separate to one another, and atop the tallest of the rocks, they presided over the entire ritual.

  I felt Dynamene’s angelic voice whisper in my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine. “It would probably be easier if you got undressed for this part.”

  “U-Undressed? Right here, and now? But wouldn’t that be inappropriate-”

  She hushed me with a finger to my lips, and smiled. “Not at all. After all, it’s only us girls here, right?”

  Us girls.

  That statement brought more joy to my heart than any kind of sex that I’d enjoyed previously. But fear gripped my chest once more. Whatever made this woman think that I was a girl, would surely be dashed once I got out of my clothes.

  Dynamene leaned in closer, brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes. “Please?”

  As obediently as I’d been up to this point, I did as instructed. First came the rain jacket, followed by my hat, shirt, pants and shoes. I stood barefoot on the beach, in my boxers, feeling very exposed and hot, despite the cold rain.

  “Everything, if you please.”

  I nodded my head and swallowed, slowly sliding my boxers down my front, and crossing my legs to cover my shamefulness. Something about being commanded to strip by her was making me feel incredibly horny, and my little sailor was standing at attention. My hands dropped down to my front, covering up my privates as best I could, while shivers of pleasure ran their way through me.

  Dynamene approached closer, and pced a hand on my cheek, while looking deep into my eyes. “Theodore. It’s okay. Whatever parts you might have won’t change who you are inside.”

  If I felt uncharitable, I might have interpreted that differently. But right now, it felt like I was hinging on her every word, and understood their meaning implicitly. She was right, no matter what I had, I was still me. My hands rexed, dispying my erect, yet still small penis.

  Dynamene circled her way around me, appraising every part of my body. Despite being in the active service, I was still smaller than most boys, probably due to malnutrition in my early years. I had a decent amount of muscle, and yet was still much weaker compared to the rest of my squadmates. I hated being myself, and yet I didn’t even make for a halfway decent man!

  Yet the Lady’s hands found their way across my skin, and I shivered at her silky smooth touch. No part of my body was spared as she explored every nook and crevice of me, while all I could do was stand there and let it happen. Worst of all, my arousal kept building at each touch of hers, and before long, I felt an orgasm come on.

  “D-Dynamene, I-”

  Her response was to pce her fingers on my twitching penis, with a gentle smirk. “Go ahead girl.”

  “Ahh… ahhh!!” Pearly white cum shot its way out of my penis, my body wracked in an intense orgasm like I’d never felt before. Dynamene’s hands cupped the front of my penis as I came, catching my cum in her palm. Finally, my knees gave out, and I colpsed backwards onto the sand.

  Through hazy eyes, I watched as Dynamene looked down at the cum in her hands, mortification shooting its way through my body. And yet, she didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, after sifting her index finger through it, she nodded her head and smiled.

  “Yes, this will do nicely. And you even went ahead and id down for me.” Her hands pressed together, and the cum dissipated into swirling pink energy. I watched in wonderment as dancing lights flickered their way between open palms, her attention grabbed by arranging the lights into a singur pattern. One that formed a mirror. The feminine symbol. “Now then, Theodore. Lay perfectly still, and I promise that you will enjoy this part.”

  I hadn’t disobeyed her yet, and I certainly wasn’t about to start now. As she approached, and id down beside me, her hands found their way to my feet. A moan escaped me, as the warm, euphoric energy made contact with my sore muscles. Her literal magic hands proceeded to give me the best foot massage of my entire life, kneading out years and years of strain and tension from my body.

  “You’ve had such a rough time of it, haven’t you sweetie?” She knowingly questioned.

  I didn’t respond as her hands moved up my calves, to my thighs, and my hips. Everywhere they trailed, a tingling, pleasurable sensation flooded my body. By the time she reached my face, my entire body was flush with that sensation, bringing my sailor back to attention.

  Another moan escaped my lips as her hand gently gripped my member, and began a slow stroking along its length. “Tell me… how do you feel about it? Really, and truly.”

  “I… I’ve never liked it. I always wanted something else…”

  “Like a pussy?” She suggested.

  Something clicked in my brain, and I dreamily responded. “Yeah… yeah that! I want that. Please.” That final word was tinged with a bit more desperation than I’d intended, but Lady Dynamene didn’t seem to mind.

  “Of course, your wish is my command, Theodore.”

  Her hand increased its ministrations of my member, and I let out another gasping moan, my hands finding their way to my mouth. Only… I peeled my hands away and gasped in surprise. They were a lot smoother than I remembered… perhaps a little thinner too? And no body hair at all!

  Before I could fully process that, Dynamene’s hand flicked the head of my penis, and I moaned aloud as another orgasm gripped my body, releasing another stream of semen which she readily caught once more.

  “Very good Theodore. Now then…”

  I looked on in fascination as her hands cpped together again, building upon the presumably magic spell that she had amassed. My body quivered in anticipation as her hands found their way to my penis once more, with the tender care of a sculptor. Her hands plied at my penis like putty, and despite the heat flooding my body, it never got hard again.

  Instead, it contorted itself beneath her shaping hands, folding it back within my body, forming a small cavity. My testes were gripped next, shaped back into the hole, my hole, where her fingers next found their way inside. This time I moaned louder, and felt another rush of heat flood my body, deeper, and more in sync than ever before. I felt her fingers push and scrape against my insides, forming my new vagina with her careful sculptor’s hand.

  And by the time that hand retreated, I could feel the pure joy that radiated out of me, the happiness I felt at having my body forcibly corrected. “Oh god… thank you… thank you so much, Dynamene.”

  She smiled gently, her face highlighted by the smallest peek of sun that pierced its way through the rainy sky. “You’re quite welcome, Theo. And please, call me Lady Dynamene.”

  “L-Lady Dynamene?” I questioningly asked.

  “Yes! It would do you good to understand and respect titles. While I’m not overly attached to them, it is something that will be expected of you soon.”

  Expected of me? What does she mean by that?Not that I really minded. Lady Dynamene sounded better. It sounded right. I nodded my head, and she smiled again, which in turn made me smile. “Good girl. Now let’s finish up the rest of that body.

  She leaned up away from me, and I blinked in confusion. Raising a hand up, she snapped her fingers.

  “AHHHH!!”

  The gentle heat that had enveloped my body from her earlier touches now exploded into a torrent of pleasure that wracked my entire body. Despite the mind blowing pleasure, I could watch and feel as I changed even more to suit the new role assigned to me.

  Flesh burgeoned behind my chest, flowing outwards into a pair of beautiful rounded breasts, topped with perky pink nipples that begged for attention. Aches enveloped me as my hips expanded outwards, and my waist pinched its way inward. I rose ever so slightly on the sand, as my already perky butt expanded outwards, filling out to become more expansive.

  “Oh… oh god… oh god…”

  The effects of the spell began to wear off, as my body settled into its new form. I y on the sand, panting in the afterglow of my first female orgasm. I was dimly aware of Dynamene hooking her arms under my body, and bringing me back towards the brine pool, and ying me down amidst the ritual circle that Marcia had prepared.

  “Beautiful work as always mistress. She’s turned out so perfect.”

  “Quite right, my lovely little treasure. But she’s not quite done yet. Thank you for preparing the ritual, I’ll take it from here.”

  She shuffled her way up to the tallest rock, where the pair of idols sat presiding over the ritual… and me. A sceptre was held in one hand, and a polished orb in the other. For a moment, she “stood” in silence, head bowed and eyes shut. It reminded me very much of prayer, and I realized that was exactly what she was doing. What sorts of gods did mermaids worship anyway?

  Finally her head rose again, eyes aglow with magic. Her already commanding presence became even more regal, as she sat up straight, shoulders squared, and turned to face the ocean.

  “Father Poseidon, Mother Amphitrite! Grant us your blessing this day! We pray, imbue this soul with your grace, and allow her passage unto her ancestral home!”

  The ocean swells picked up in their intensity, as a gale ran its way through the beach. The eyes of the idols glowed a soft blue, and I felt their gaze burrow deep inside of me, seeking me.

  “Great ones, presiding over the seas, shaker of Earth and mother of all, we call upon you this day! Grant this mortal your blessing, we entreat thee!”

  Lines of sapphire colored magic flew from the idols, to each of the ritual items, with me in the center. The ocean beneath me glowed a bright blue, resonant with the magic of the ritual.

  “Unto thee, we plea. Grant this soul her most fervent desire, and accept her into your womb!”

  Behind her, a gigantic ocean swell rose, and then crashed into the cove.

  I tumbled under the water, years of training taking hold of me as I struggled to breathe, and attempted to find my way back to the surface. But instead, I felt something else entirely. I could breathe.

  Water flowed through strange protrusions on my neck, filtering out the seawater and filling my lungs with oxygen. Curiously, I reached my hand back to touch them, and felt the ridges of my new gills. I had barely a moment to register their presence, when a far more pressing matter hit me.

  I looked on in fascination as sea green scales climbed their way up my now feminine legs, covering them in a fine yer that glimmered like gems. My legs folded their way inwards, pressing together to form a singur appendage, while my feet spyed out on either side, re-forming themselves into fins. Above my head, my previous buzz cut had cascaded outwards to form long, luscious locks of blonde hair that enticingly flowed in the ocean’s depths.

  I had become a mermaid.

  Lady Dynamene and Marcia swam their way up to me, pressing in on either side with excitement and exultation. I couldn’t believe it. Just a few hours earlier, I’d been a miserable Naval sailor, and now I was a beautiful mermaid.

  “You’re absolutely perfect my dear Theo… or perhaps I should call you Theodora?”

  I blushed brightly, nodding my head. It was a good name, and I quite liked it.

  “Very good. Now come along my dear, we need to get you oriented to your new home!”

  The two of them swam away, and for a brief moment, I looked back at the harbor. Off in the distance, I saw the outline of the Unbreakable, still docked in her harbor. The Lieutenant would be so mad once he realized I was gone.

  With that cheerful thought in mind, I swum after my new friends, never again looking back on the life I’d left behind.

  Fin

  Violet_Velvet