Page 19 of Not Your Ordinary Shifter

“Not with your husband?”

“Definitely not with my husband. When the accident happened, we were on our way to a lawyer’s office to sign our divorce papers. He was probably speeding so he could sign them and marry his girlfriend.”

Marcel looked at me with such sympathy in his eyes, I almost started crying again.

To stop the tears, I looked around at the technicolor beach and decided it was a great improvement over my life for the last several years.

Derrick and I had been married for seven years when I found out about Bitsy, his platinum-blond, giant-breasted playmate, just a couple of months ago. Actually, I walked in on them together – on our bed, with my husband’s prick pounding her ass. The strange thing was, I wasn’t really surprised. Derrick and I hadn’t had sex for six months at that point, and it wasn’t because of me. He had never wanted sex ifIinitiated it, only whenhedid – and he hadn’t. At all.

“Do you feel like a swim?” said the beautiful, scaly merman, dragging my thoughts back to the present.

I stopped thinking about the past and focused on handsome Marcel, who had given me the orgasm of my life. This was definitely Heaven, not Hell.

I looked at the sparkling deep blue water and was a bit surprised I hadn’t thought about getting into it until just that minute. “Yes,please,Marcel. Are you sure I can breathe under water?”

“Of course, I’m sure. Here, take my hand and walk in with me. When we submerge, just take a deep breath, and it will feel as though you’re breathing air.”

I was a bit nervous, but I trusted my beautiful, scaly friend, and it was just as he said. I took a deep inhale, and it felt as though I was breathing clean mountain air. Swimming was always easy for me, but I discovered I was even better at it with Marcel swimming beside me. I noticed he didn’t use his arms much, but I continued with my breaststroke.

Chapter

Two

The water was a perfect temperature as we swam deeper and deeper. There were a few fish swimming by – nothing big, but all brightly colored. Soon, more sea creatures appeared, followed by waving reefs of coral and fronds of some kind of seaweed that I’d never seen before. Most of the creatures greeted us, and Marcel introduced me to several of them.

Marcel stopped and turned to me. “We’re approaching the Kingdom of Dorado. Let’s swim a bit faster.”

It was strange that I could hear him speak underwater, but I was getting used to things not being what I was used to.

“Okay, I can do that,” I said, and I kicked out and shot ahead. Swimming was much better than walking. I found myself shooting through the water at a great rate of speed until, after several minutes, I bumped into a large dolphin. The dolphin was swimming with a pod of four others, and they all asked if I was okay, and fussed around me, saying how sorry they all were that they had made me crash into them.

“But it was my fault! I wasn’t looking where I was going!” I told them.

“You are new to the sea, and we were not paying attention to our echolocation,” said the largest of them. “Greetings, Marcel. Who is our new mermaid?”

“This is Audrey, said Marcel.

“I’m not really a mermaid. I’m a human who dreamed of a beach before she died,” I explained.

“Many merfolk were humans once. You are a very pretty mermaid, Audrey,” said a small dolphin. “And that’s a really nice tail!”

I looked down at my legs and saw a beautiful blue and gold tail where my legs used to be. No wonder I could swim so fast!

The dolphins bade us farewell and frolicked off. I stroked my tail and marveled at its beauty. The rest of my body looked much as usual, and I didn’t feel any different. I did wonder where my pussy was, though.

“Marcel? Why are you scaly, and I’m not?”

He smiled at me and explained that the scaley merfolk were all some variety of sea life before they transitioned into merfolk, but smooth merpeople had originally been human. “It’s a bit complicated, as I, for instance, am a dolphin, and dolphins, being mammals, don’t have scales. However, the great and all-powerful Mer-God decreed that all sea creatures that die and become mer-shifters would be scaly.”

“Okaaay... So, basically, all the merfolk can shift back to their previous forms when they want to, including me?”

“Of course! If you want your legs back, all you have to do is wish for them.”

“Um, Marcel? Where do I, um...”

“Have sex?” he asked.

“Yeah. This is beautiful, but can we still, um…”

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