Proof



by The Brookwell-Reubers



Gerry swam around the pool again. The seemingly endless daily grind of

amusing the curiosity seekers was over once again. With any luck, the

public would soon lose interest. Gerry sighed and swam over to the pool

mirror and looked again at the reflection. The reflection was stunning,

really very stunning. Of course, it hadn't always been this way. Things had

been an entirely different only six months ago. That's when James O'Hara

had called the surprise meeting in his office. At the time, Gerry had

worked for Virgina Corporation as a researcher for a little less than a

year. Virgina Norita, the reigning queen of the yellow journalistic network

talk shows, had been fun to work for. Well, you really couldn't call the

job working for Ms. Norita. Gerry had not even met the woman until that

morning.



"Gerry," said James O'Hara. "You've been with us for a while now. We've

both been impressed by your research skills."



"Thank-you, sir," Gerry stammered. Gerry knew this kind of comment well.

Such comments were followed by an 'unfortunately' and a dismissal.

Researchers, Gerry knew, were a dime-a-dozen, easy to find and even easier

to replace. A lump rose in Gerry's throat.



"Don't worry," said Virgina Norita from the corner. "This isn't a firing.

In fact, I think you might find it a promotion, of sorts."



"A promotion?" Gerry's spirits rose.



"You've heard of 'New You'?" asked James.



"Who hasn't? It's all over the networks. Some pretty wild claims too."

Gerry was beginning to wonder where all this would lead.



"Too many claims," said Virgina. "Just the kind of target I'd like to sink.

Be a real audience pull for ratings week in December."



"That's over half a year away," began James. "Our regular people are too

well known. We'd like to put someone inside 'New You'. Get at their claims.

Find the dirt, you know."



"I've never worked undercover that way before. I've never even done a

script for the show. All I've done is dig up information from the

information net, that's all."



"We have faith in you," said Virgina. "First step is to get you in for a

quick make-over. We want you to make contact with some of the other

clients. You would use your computer skills to get at their client file."



"I -- I am honored," Gerry began. "I just --"



"Good!" pronounced Virgina. "Then it's settled. We'll give you the usual

micro-recording equipment and you can start as soon as you are ready." She

got up and started for the office door. She then turned to face Gerry.

"That's all, Gerry. You'll manage. Why don't you go talk to our makeup

people? They'll help you decide what changes to ask for. We don't need

anything too extreme. This is just a first contact. That's all. I'll call

ahead to let them know you're coming and what's expected."



Gerry knew this was a dismissal and quickly left the office. Walking down

the hall all kinds of musings came to mind. Still, it had seemed a

promotion. He had graduated from the backroom to the exalted ranks of the

undercover investigators. Gerry headed for the elevator and decided to see

Helen in makeup. Gerry had talked to Helen as part of some research of a

few months previous. Virgina, of course, had made sure that everyone in the

makeup department knew that Gerry was coming. Helen recommended several

minor changes: nose shape changes, cheek bone enhancements, things like

that. Armed with the information, Gerry took the maglev subway to the

headquarters of 'New You' and presented himself at the information booth.

An efficient guide took Gerry quickly up four floors and into the office of

an esthetician.



After the introductions, a coffee and a doughnut and some small talk, Gerry

described the changes Helen had suggested. The esthetician brought up a

head and shoulders holographic projection of Gerry. Gerry was shocked.

There was no holographic scanner anywhere visible. Gerry once again

described the changes and the esthetician modified the projection. When the

changes were complete and Gerry indicated they were acceptable, the

esthetician pressed a large button on the monitor labeled 'SEND' and sat

back.



After a few minutes, a doctor in a lab coat entered the room.



"Gerry Williams?" he asked. "I'm Dr. Kikino. Welcome to 'New You'."



"Uh, hi," Gerry stammered.



"Your request isn't as extreme as it may seem to you. In the past, you'd

have to prepare for surgery. The results usually turn out tolerably well

from plastic surgery once the bruising has healed. Plastic surgery has

always seemed a rather extreme method to effect relatively minor changes,

in my opinion."



Gerry swallowed hard. Since an unfortunate childhood accident and a less

than personable attending physician, Gerry had been afraid of surgeons.

"Not surgery?" Gerry managed.



"Of course not!" bubbled Dr. Kikino. "'New You' uses the latest in genetic

techniques to effect the change over the space of a few weeks. You

literally will be rebuilt so that your face will be in your genes, so to

speak. No pain, whatever."



"What?" was Gerry's somewhat lame reply.



"Genetically effected surgery. No knives, stitches, bandages. Just a short

stay in our clinic and your new face is done."



"When?" Gerry found the pace dizzying.



"We can start any time you wish," Dr. Kikino handed Gerry an electronic

tablet that was displaying a form. Gerry signed the form. An aide appeared

and led Gerry to a different part of the clinic.



True to their word, 'New You' did effect the changes painlessly and

quickly. The process started with a full biometric scan from head-to-toe. A

few hours later a beautiful and efficient nurse came in and gave Gerry a

quick injection with a gas gun. Gerry made numerous contacts with other

clients and discovered their treatments were going equally painlessly.

Three days later, he was once again in Dr. Kikino's office for a final

meeting. Since all had gone well, Gerry was soon back on the street. Gerry

decided to report is experiences to James immediately.



James quickly rescheduled a meeting to see Gerry. He invited Gerry to sit.



"Look's good," he said.



"They seem to be legit," Gerry announced. "They did exactly what they

claimed, exactly as they claimed."



"Hmmm. Not good," James mused. Gerry looked puzzled. "Virgina will be

furious. She had such high hopes that this place was a fraud. What's worse,

she's already got the exposé scheduled."



"Now what?" asked Gerry.



"Don't know yet. Let's see what Virgina says."



What Virgina said was unprintable in any media. Once she'd calmed a bit,

she called a general meeting.



"Ideas?" she said sweetly. Her team knew that particular tone masked a mean

streak. There was a brief pause before her chief assistant, Lenora, cleared

her throat.



"Do you suppose the changes to Gerry were just too minor?" Virgina raised

one eyebrow, inviting Lenora to continue. She paused, cleared her throat

again and tried a different tack. "After all, those kinds of cosmetic

changes are done every day using conventional techniques."



"And?" was Virgina's caustic response.



"What about something more drastic?" asked Fred, the production controller,

taking Lenora's cue.



"Like?" asked Virgina in the same tone. She was now looking directly at

Fred who began to squirm a little under her gaze.



"I don't really know. Something extreme. Something that conventional

surgery couldn't do."



"Keep going," was Virgina's response. Her body language said she was

interested. Her eyes told a different story. She'd hang them all if they

didn't deliver what she wanted. She'd replaced several members of the team

as little as three months previously. The repercussions of that meeting

still hadn't quite settled. Everyone who had survived the purge was still

more than a little nervous.



"After all, they claim to be able to make any change. Not just simple

cosmetic changes," Fred finished his thought quickly. In the silence that

followed, Virgina's gaze panned the rest of the conference room.



"How about a sex change?" asked Vanessa, the chief researcher.



"What's so great about a sex change?" snapped Virgina. "Sexual reassignment

surgery is commonplace. After all, it was first done in the 1950s."



"True," said Vanessa. "But current techniques are just cosmetic. 'New You'

says they can make you into anything your heart desires. Even a man into a

woman or vice versa."



"Yes," bubbled Fred. He'd figured out where Vanessa was going. "Proof is

what's needed ... and when they're done, he'd -- or rather she'd -- better

be able to have a child."



"Um," Virgina said. "That's a start. Problems?" It was clear that the idea

had caught her interest but equally clear that it wasn't enough.



"Not good enough," said Bobby-Jo, the video tech. "All of the modern

electronic aids to the photographic world would make it hard prove that

they didn't do what they claimed?"



"I don't quite understand?" Fred cocked his head. He plainly couldn't see

anything wrong with the sex change idea and was wondering why Bobby-Jo was

causing difficulties.



"We send in a man. They send out a woman. Is it the same individual? Or

just a well briefed plant. How would we prove that they'd done a switch? If

they'd done their homework well enough, we might not find out until it was

too late. Really a bad scene as far as ratings go. Especially if they

release how they duped us to another network."



"Well, we could id our man somehow. How about fingerprints or DNA? Those

things have been used for decades to catch criminals."



"Won't work," responded George from across the table. "If they really do

modify the DNA as Gerry says they claim, everything changes. Fingerprints

and DNA aren't quite as solid as they once were. They could claim that any

changes were a result of the process. We're not scientists enough to prove

otherwise."



"An implant?" asked Fred.



"A definite possibility unless they're suspicious. In which case, they'd be

scanning on all the bands for transmissions and simply move implant to

their 'product'," James responded.



"No, simple sexual reassignment isn't enough, anyway," Virgina pronounced.

"Too easily faked if they have enough time. I'm sure they'll want as much

time as they can get if they're not able to do anything more than minor

alterations. How long does a normal reassignment take?"



"Over a year if you consider psychotherapy and hormone treatments,"

responded Vanessa checking her terminal.



"So they'd ask for as much time as we'd allow. They might try to push it

back past ratings week. Even if we managed to push them and get a shorter

time, they'd take most of the five months that remain." Virgina panned the

room again. "This isn't enough..." Her voice trailed off.



"What then?" asked Lenora puzzled. As far as she could see, Virgina was

expecting something beyond the ordinary. "Are you proposing that they

create something completely impossible?"



"That's it exactly," Virgina beamed. "Something truly and completely

impossible."



"Like what?" asked Fred. Where was Virgina going on this one? He usually

had a pretty good idea but this one was baffling him entirely.



"Perhaps some kind of mythological creature," Vanessa said calmly.

"Something that surgery and costumes can't create."



"Like what?" asked James cynically. "A mermaid?"



"Mermaids have been around since the early 1900s in costume," responded

Vanessa. "There was even a short clip of a magician changing a woman into a

mermaid. Kludgy but pretty good for 1905, I think it was. 'New You' would

just have to buy some time and send out a woman in costume."



"But we'd be able to detect a costume," said James. "Rubber and other

synthetics won't let them create something that scans as skin. Remember

we'd have their product, so to speak. Even if they could create a costume

that fools the scanners, no volunteer would be able to wear a costume for

days on end without some problems. We could make sure by having the

product, as it were, stay in costume for several weeks prior to taping. But

I don't think it would work. How would we get the audience to believe that

the mermaid was a fake? With all the movie mermaids available on the net,

no one would believe we weren't just trying to pull a switch ourselves. I

think we need something else. Something that can't be faked at all."



"No," said Virgina slowly. "A mermaid is exactly what we need. But not a

mermaid that's just a woman in some ridiculous rubber costume. Our mermaid

would have to have a complete tail that bends in places where no woman

could. It would need a shape that would be too narrow to allow her no place

to hide her legs as well."



"But what of the electronic aids? I could do that with the 3D animator in a

few hours. We would find it difficult to prove that they didn't just

animate someone," responded Bobby-Jo.



"We'd have their mermaid, of course. The tail on the international

networks," said Virgina. "It'd be a live broadcast. Of course, 'New You'

can't make the mermaid so we'll just have our volunteer discussing the

bogus claim Maybe even start the volunteer in costume and change halfway

through. . A smash!"



"Our contract would specify something that couldn't be done with a costume

at all," responded Lenora. "If they can't do it, they'd simply refuse."



"That's just as damning in this game," said Fred. "You claim you can do

anything and then not deliver ... well, it's just game over."



"A mermaid? -- I think I have an idea," said Vanessa. She keyed a request

into her console and a holographic image of a mermaid from one of the

fantasy art archives appeared over the center of the meeting table. "This

mermaid has a fish tail. It bends in curves from side-to-side. People don't

work that way, people have thigh bones, knees and things like that."



"And all the little side fins," beamed Virgina. "They'd have to work, too.

I suppose gills are too much to ask for?"



Vanessa keyed a request into the computer. "It's odd," she said. "Very few

of the fantasy pictures have gills. Still, it really doesn't much matter

whether we specify gills or not as they can't make a mermaid anyway."



"Indeed not! It's perfect!" Virgina was obviously pleased,



"Who?" asked James.



"Someone who has already been through their processing once. Only this

time, we go in with a camera crew and put them on the spot."



"Who?" asked James again with some trepidation. Gerry was a good friend and

he could guess where Virgina was leading.



"Your researcher Gerry. I'll set up the meeting for an hour."



"Gerry," said Virgina calmly. "Your preliminary recon of 'New You' was

excellent. Now we go for the throat. You and a camera team are going to pay

another visit to 'New You' and put them on the spot. When they back down on

what we have in mind, we've got them." Gerry looked at Virgina and James

across the table.



"Refuse to do what?" was the anxious reply.



"Make you into a mermaid," came Virgina's triumphant response.



"Whoa!" was all Gerry could think of to say. "You mean like fins and a

tail. That kind of mermaid?"



"Of course," was Virgina's rejoinder. "What other kind is there?"



"But I don't want to be a mermaid!"



"They can't make a mermaid. Don't be ridiculous. All they can do is minor

cosmetic surgery. They may have some new techniques that reduce the

bruising but that's all. No one has even heard of this Dr. Kikino before he

opened 'New You'."



"But -- but"



"I realize that you'll need a little time to think this over," Virgina said

sweetly. "We'll adjourn for twenty minutes. Here's my access card. Go down

to the station canteen and order yourself a meal or something."



Virgina let herself out and Gerry plodded from the room. Gerry had heard of

Virgina's sweet voice from others on the staff. Others had been replaced

when a Virgina request had been refused. But a mermaid?! Of course they

couldn't make such a thing but what if they did? A mermaid for the rest of

one's life wasn't exactly conducive to making a living. There had to be

some way out of this. Perhaps, if the stakes were raised, Virgina might

back down. At the worst, Gerry would be fired. That outcome was guaranteed

should Gerry's answer be a 'no'. Virgina, after all, could easily find

someone else. Now how high should he raise the stakes without pushing

Virgina into a firing?



Twenty minutes later, on the dot, the three of them were once more in

James' office.



"Well?" asked Virgina, still using the sweet voice she used when she was

attempting to be reasonable.



"I know you can fire me any time you want," began Gerry. "But look at it

from my viewpoint? What if they do make me into a mermaid?"



"They can't! That's impossible!" was Virgina's confident reply.

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"Well," began Gerry again. "I'd like some insurance. If I'm stuck as a

mermaid for the rest of my life, I'd like to not have to worry about making

a living. I'd like a house which I could live in -- even with a tail. That

kind of thing. It's hard to get a position anywhere with a fish tail."



"Okay, okay" said an exasperated Virgina. "We'll fix you up with a mansion

with a large pool. I'll have a trust account set up which is big enough to

pay a staff and keep the place running. But only if you end up with a

tail."



"I agree," said Gerry knowing that Virgina had just called his bluff. "If I

end up with a tail." Gerry hoped that 'New You' couldn't deliver. Later

that afternoon, a busy lawyer entered Gerry's cubicle with an electronic

form. Gerry quickly signed the form hoping that everything would turn out

well.



The next morning, Virgina, Gerry and a camera team barged into 'New You'.



"Dr. Kikino," snapped Virgina. The secretary behind the desk, stunned at

seeing Virgina and the camera crew, dropped the receiver. He stuttered then

recovered. He apologized to the person on the phone, put them on hold and

then dialed Dr. Kikino's office. Only a few minutes later, Dr. Kikino

himself entered the foyer.



"To what do I owe this visit?" asked Dr. Kikino somewhat taken aback.



"Your company claims that you can make a person into anything they desire.

I doubt that claim."



"It is quite true," Dr. Kikino began. "We have a 100% success rate."



"We have a commission for you then. Shall we retire to your office or do

you want us to present our commission here, in public, in the foyer?"

Virgina was at her nasty best and the camera holodisks were recording it

all.



"My office, of course," said Dr. Kikino leading the way to the elevators.



Instead of his office, however, Dr. Kikino lead them to a meeting room.



"I thought your camera people would be a little crowded in my office. Now,

what commission do you have in mind?"



"I want your statement for the record first. You are able to make any

change a person desires in their body."



"Yes," said Dr. Kikino. "Any change they desire. With --"



"Excellent," she glanced over her shoulder at her camera crew who signaled

it had been recorded. "You will make Gerry, here, into a mermaid. This

mermaid." She keyed the projection of the mermaid Vanessa had pulled from

the archive.



Dr. Kikino stunned look was exactly the response Virgina had been aiming

for.



"A mer-mermaid?" he asked. Then taking a deep breath, he calmly asked.

"Surely you mean a merman? Your assistant is male, after all."



"I said mermaid, I meant mermaid!" Virgina was smiling. She was sure she

had him and for the national networks, too. Gerry, too, looked at Virgina

in disbelief. He'd assumed merman as well.



"May I have a word with your assistant? Alone?" asked Dr. Kikino.



"No," Virgina smiled thinly.



"You've been in here before?"



"Uh yes, I was in a few weeks back."



"Are you sure about this? This mermaid thing?"



"They say you can't do it. My job is on the line."



Dr. Kikino paused thinking. "I want a small concession from you, Ms.

Norita, as well. Otherwise, I will not proceed. You may make all the

allegations you like but they are merely so much vapor against the

increasing number of satisfied clients. I, too, can use the networks."



"What concession?" asked Virgina, her eyes narrowed.



"Some member of your staff must stay with Gerry during the entire

transformation. I want no allegations that my staff have made off with him.

Second, you will broadcast the transformation and the results of the

transformation regardless of how it turns out."



"Of course," Virgina smiled. Her expression announced her belief that Dr.

Kikino couldn't make a man into a mermaid any more than she could grow

another head.



"Fine, I'll send for my lawyers and you can do the same. While the legal

beasties are hashing out the contract, I'll get to work designing the

transformation for your mermaid. Fortunately, I already have a complete

bioscan of Gerry."



Six hours later, Dr. Kikino and Virgina signed their electronic contracts.

Dr. Kikino, Virgina, a now terrified Gerry and a two man camera crew

entered the elevator for one of the clinics' wards.



"You understand," began Dr. Kikino. "I can't have a change of this

magnitude taking place in the regular wards. We have a small fitness pool

for the staff and there's a small ward on the same floor."



"Pool?" stammered Gerry.



"You will require water to survive after a while. Mermaids are aquatic,

after all."



"You're serious? Aren't you?" asked Gerry.



"Very serious. I'm going to give you one chance to back out, Gerry. You

remember our talk during your first treatment?"



"Y-Yes," Gerry managed. "I think so."



"We will be make rather major adjustments to your DNA. You will be

undergoing a genetic sex change as well as a species change. When we are

finished you won't be human any more."



"Enough!" snapped Virgina. "You can't weasel out of the contract by scaring

off Gerry. I'll just find someone else."



"Ms. Norita!" Dr. Kikino drew himself to his full height and stared her

full in the face. "Once Gerry becomes a mermaid, he -- or rather she --

will be stuck that way for the rest of her life. Do you understand? There

is no turning back. Once a change of this magnitude has been performed, his

oriVirginal DNA will be lost. Completely and totally lost. Even 'New You'

won't be able to return him to his oriVirginal form. All we might be able

to do is return him to some kind of humanity. I have no doubt he'd be

sterile after the second transformation as well what with all of the

tampering we'd have done to his genetic structure. If you still want me to

perform this -- this --," Dr. Kikino paused at a loss for words and just

shook his head.



"If you can do it," Virgina smiled again. "Which I doubt." Dr. Kikino

merely shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slowly.



They were soon in the small ward. There were beds for Gerry and, in a

separate room, for the camera crew. Gerry noticed the doors leading to the

swimming pool and swallowed hard. Gerry was beginning to doubt Virgina's

assurance that becoming a mermaid was impossible. Of course, it was too

late to back out now. Too much legal water had passed under the bridge for

anyone to consider backing out now.



"Well," said Dr. Kikino pulling up a chair to face Gerry. Virgina and the

camera crew were behind his back. Virgina was steaming at being left out of

the conversation. "We have two choices for this change. You are sure,

really sure, you want to be a mermaid?"



"Neither you nor he has any choice," was Virgina's response. Gerry just

nodded.



"Very well, then. We can do this in two ways. We could make you a woman

first. Have you get used to being a woman and then change the you that is a

woman into a mermaid. Psychologically, that would be kinder in my opinion.

Or, we could do it all at once."



"How long?" Virgina snapped the question.



"The two stage process would take a little over ten months. The single

stage process about half that."



"The broadcast is in December. One step," ordered Virgina.



"All at once," said Gerry slowly. "I don't think I could stand two complete

changes like that." Dr. Kikino merely nodded and pulled a pair of gas

injection guns from his bag. He looked at the labeling and returned one to

the bag. He cocked his head, wordlessly asking again if Gerry really wanted

to become a mermaid. Gerry just looked sick and nodded. Dr. Kikino pressed

the injector against Gerry's thigh and pressed the trigger. The sound of

the injector seemed unbelievably loud to Gerry. He just sat on the edge of

the bed with his head in his hands.



Gerry didn't remember all of the next five months very clearly. He was on

muscle-relaxants, pain-killers and sedatives for much of the time. Gerry

remembered quite clearly only a few events. The first month of his

transformation was etched deeply in his memory. His waist thinned

dramatically and his hips broadened. Within the first week, his voice had

shifted from its usual baritone to a rich contralto. His skin became softer

and smoother as a fat layer developed beneath it. The biggest changes were

to his breasts. By the second week, his had grown larger than those owned

by most women. They were large enough that he was becoming uncomfortable

during normal activities. Dr. Kikino tried to reassure Gerry that, once he

was aquatic, the water would support his body and he'd be far more

comfortable. This reassurance was not exactly what Gerry wanted to hear and

he ran from Dr. Kikino's office. Later one of the nurses, Millie, brought

in a tape measure and measured Gerry. She returned an hour later with a

brassiere and showed Gerry how to get into it. The added support was

welcome and Gerry thanked her.



His outward appearance was more female than male by the middle of the third

week. He remembered Virgina dropping by to visit and remembered also that

he wished she'd never come back. All she did was gloat over the fact that

all that seemed to be changing was his sex -- as if that weren't enough.

The nurses, who knew of his situation, felt sorry for him. Although they

couldn't do anything more than keep him company and talk to him, they

helped him learn those things that every woman learns in her teen years. He

learned about makeup and under-garments. On one very memorable day, the

nurses brought in various dresses and gowns for him. Gerry, who was at

first was very self-conscious at the idea of cross-dressing, realized that

the transformation was making him a woman and decided to make the best of

it. His body had the right shape even if his face and mind hadn't quite

caught up with all of the changes. He wondered where the nurses had managed

to obtain such obvious expensive clothing. He suspected Dr. Kikino had

borrowed or purchased them.



By the middle of the second month, Gerry found he was developing a tail. At

first it wasn't very long and it didn't even have scales. Virgina, of

course, wanted the tail on video as proof of Dr. Kikino's failure. "The

mermaid we ordered has scales," was her pronouncement. Of course, as the

tail grew, the tail did develop scales -- fine silvery scales.



Another very memorable event occurred during the second month. Gerry found

himself a woman instead of a man. His penis, which had remained normal in

size and function up to that time, had been rapidly and unexpectedly

absorbed into his body over the span of only a few days. For the better

part of two days, Gerry was neither male nor female but very soon a slit

appeared which developed into a vaVirgina in a more or less normal

location. The development of the tail was distorting things, though. It was

nearly a meter long now and had pushed Gerry's anus and vaVirgina to the

front of her body. She was starting to develop a ridge of rays from just

below her vaVirgina for the full length of the tail. She was also noticing

the growth of a large ridge of rays at her back and small fins near her

hips. A quick gynecological examination by one of the 'New You' physicians

told Gerry she had a womb as well.



It was during the third month that Gerry had her most terrifying

experience. Gerry awoke with blood all over her legs and tail. She

frantically signaled for medical help. Dr. Kikino himself answered the

call. A few minutes after Dr. Kikino arrived, so did Virgina Norita.



"It's perfectly normal, Gerry," he said calmly. "Once a month, women have a

menstrual flow. It's part of the process that allows them to have babies."

He smiled and held Gerry's hand.



"Babies? Men can't have -- " began Gerry. "I'm not a man any more, am I?"



Dr. Kikino merely smiled and shook his head. He ordered additional sessions

with the psychological staff to help Gerry through this part of the

transformation. Dr. Kikino knew that Gerry was going through a very

difficult transition. Virgina had rushed over when she heard that Gerry was

bleeding all over the place. She had ordered the camera crews to record the

whole event. Upon hearing that the bleeding was expected, she just snorted,

turned on her heel and left. A pair of nurses lifted Gerry from the bed and

onto a gurney. The nurses, with the camera crew in tow, helped Gerry to a

bathtub to clean up. Dr. Kikino found his dislike for Virgina Norita was

deepening into a real disgust.



The rest of that month and the one that followed were little more than

blurs of pain for Gerry. Gerry found that his legs were weakening and

walking was becoming increasingly difficult. Dr. Kikino, when informed, did

a quick examination confirming the more complete one his nurses had

performed earlier. He then nodded and ordered physiotherapy. Gerry was

expecting physiotherapy for her weakened legs. She was startled to discover

that the treatment was for her fish tail and fins. Over time, Gerry lost

the use of her legs and slowly acquired some mobility of her tail and fins.

It was slow going and extremely painful for the most part. Gerry despaired

of ever being able to move the thing and told Dr. Kikino as much. His

reassurance, as much as anything else, gave her the strength to carry on.



By the end of November, Gerry's legs had virtually disappeared. Her tail

was nearly three times the length of her upper body and she was able to

swim reasonably well with it. She had one more period in October but it

hadn't been as much of a shock the second time. By then, the nurses had

shown her how to use a tampon. Her final shock came with only two weeks

left before the taping. She was still on physiotherapy and on pain-killers

for much of the time. She hadn't paid very much attention to her tail. She

became very worried shortly after waking one morning. Gerry discovered that

she had a tiny slit surrounded by scales instead of her vaVirgina and a

second slit farther down her tail instead of an anus. Dr. Kikino reassured

her that she wouldn't close up entirely and that her slits were normal for

a mermaid. Gerry remembered thinking something about whatever normal for a

mermaid really was.



By the day of the taping, Gerry was the complete mermaid. Her looks were

almost identical to that of the fantasy mermaid selected by Vanessa as the

model for Gerry's transformation. She remembered that the taping had gone

very well despite the fact that Virgina had stormed from the taping room

and ordered one of her alternates to take the interview. The program had

extremely high ratings -- far higher than Virgina would have been able to

achieve had Dr. Kikino failed. Gerry was given the keys to her home the

next day. A busy lawyer assured her that a trust account had been set up to

cover expenses. Gerry had always wanted to be independently wealthy. When

he'd been a he, he hadn't counted on this kind of change to get it.



Gerry looked gain at her reflection in the mirror. She was beautiful. There

was no doubt about it. From the bridge of her classic nose to her sensuous

lips, her face was perfect. Her skin was soft and smooth. The ideal envied

by women and possessed by super-models everywhere. Her green eyes set off

her long blonde hair perfectly. She took out her brush and began, once

again, to brush the tangles swimming seemed to create regardless of the

hair style she chose to wear. As she floated in the pool and brushed her

hair, she saw again the reflection of the top of her breasts in the water.

The bikini top was uncomfortable. For today, at least, there would be no

further incursions by the public. Gerry reached around her back and undid

the bikini top. The top slid into the water. Gerry paused a moment. It

would be easier to prevent the bikini top from sinking to the bottom than

having to wet her hair again to retrieve it. She quickly snagged it as it

slowly sank and tossed it casually onto the pool deck. Her breasts now

floated on the surface of the water. They were large, voluptuous and

perfectly formed. The kind of breasts that were supposed to drive men wild.

Her body narrowed into a tiny waist. Of course, when she thought about it,

it had better. That was what the Virgina Corporation had paid for. Gerry

pulled herself from the water. Sitting on the water's edge she looked over

her body again. From head to hips, she was every man's dream -- a regular

super-model. Once more, she ran her hands down her breasts for the pleasure

the feeling evoked. She let her hand continue to where her skin was

replaced by the smooth scales of her tail. 'Being a mermaid wasn't all

bad,' she mused. 'Not really bad at all.' Only two questions nagged her:

Why had Virgina Norita wanted Dr. Kikino's failure so intensely and where

would she find a mate?

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