Can't Even Be A Mer-Man

"I should have known there was something wrong with you when I first met you. That would have saved me a lot of trouble. To help everyone else, I'll make sure that everyone else knows just how fishy you are."

James read the message, and felt the wording was a little weird and ****. 'Make me fishy? That doesn't make any sense.' James raised his fin to scratch his head, trying to work out what...wait, fin? James looked down. He was a mermaid! He had the fish tail, which somehow still fit in his chair, and a huge pair of naked breasts swinging from his chest. He'd never seen such large breasts in person, at least not naked and exposed like his were.

He tried to get up out of the chair, and succeeded in flopping to the ground. He couldn't even get close to standing up, so he simply dragged himself with his arms over to his closet, to see if there was anything he could cover himself with. There wasn't, though. In fact, it looked like his closet was completely emptied out, with the exception of his shoes. James sat there, head in his hands, until he heard his phone buzz again. Maybe Rebecca wouldn't make this permanent? He crawled back over to his phone to see what she said.

"I've given you a gift to go with your new body. Now, like the sirens of old, your voice will make men unbearably horny. Have fun living the life of a mermaid, Miss James, and make sure to keep your body hydrated."