She woke up with her head throbbing and her mouth extremely dry. The sunlight pouring through the glass doors to the balcony was so bright that she could barely open her eyes.
"How much did I drink last night?" she muttered to herself.
She had only murky recollections of the previous night. The tiki bar on the beach outside the Barbados hotel. The woman she kept bumping into on the dance floor--the one she drunkenly called a voodoo priestess. She probably shouldn't have said that. If she saw the woman today, she'd apologize. "You should slow down," the woman told her. "You shouldn't be drinking like a fish." But the cocktails were tasty and exotic. How many had she consumed? She had lost count, but it didn't matter. She had several more days of vacation to relax by the ocean, the sound of the rolling waves to calm her.
All she needed was to get out of bed and have a good cup of coffee. Yes, she was thirsty. Parched even. Maybe she'd drink some water first. A hand went right to her head to soothe away the pain, while her other hand threw off her covers.
She must have been very hungover, because her legs seemed blurred together and sunburned. She tried to move one of them to the floor, but it wouldn't cooperate. Instead, there was an odd "thwapping" sound.
Her vision came into focus, and she shrieked at what she saw. She had no legs, just a singular tail. Its scales went all the way up to her waist before transitioning to her tanned flesh. She kicked in panic, and her fluke flapped up and smacked down on the mattress. It wasn't a dream; she had really changed... into a mermaid. Her dryness made sense now, though she had no idea how to get herself from the third floor of the hotel to the ocean.
It would be both the last time--and soon to be the first time--she drank like a fish.
Tags: transformation, mermaid transformation, revenge
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Story by Scidram |
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Artwork by Pasquale Qualano, Ylenia Di Napoli |
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