"AAAAAHHH!!!"
I screamed at the top of my lungs, partly from losing my balance and falling over backwards, but mostly from the FUCKING FISH TAIL that had suddenly replaced my lower half.
"WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE?!?" I stared in shock, watching the blue scales shimmer as my fins slapped against the side of the tub.
My best friend Patrick flipped frantically through the pages of the old book he'd brought with him. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. That should have changed you back!"
"Well, obviously it didn't! These things--" I cupped my boobs and lifted them for emphasis, "--were bad enough, but what am I supposed to do with no legs?"
Patrick's eyes darted around the room, clearly trying not to stare and doing a terrible job at it. "Just, um, stay here. I'll fix it, I promise!"
He shuffled out of the room, and I began drawing a bath. "Not like I could go very far if I wanted," I grumbled to myself. I relaxed slightly as the water started to splash around me. I even started humming a melody, before stifling a laugh when I recognized the tune.
"This may take a while," I said to myself as I slowly untied my bikini top. "Might as well take a look under the C-cups."
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