TG Caption - Syreni

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“How can you tell this thing is that old? You are no expert.” Paloma replied, skeptical, conducting the vehicle. By her side, her best friend, Archer, wouldn’t stop talking, amazed by the old, almost unreadable book he just found in a cave on the beach close to the houses they just moved to. Both got into the famous Miskatonic University, aiming to get a History degree. But their classes would be in the new campus located in the beach city which they moved to, so before the start of the academic year, they still had two months to better meet the neighborhood. Gladly for Archer, who always had blood of archaeologist in his veins, there was a bunch of caves on the beach, in which he spent most of his first week. And it was inside of one of those caverns where he found, hiding in a shadowy gap in the wall, the bizarre book. “Of course it’s old! This thing is in Latin! And this isn’t usual paper, otherwise the sea air would’ve ruined it!” He said, carefully moving through the pages. “And do you know what’s in there?” Paloma asked, trying to take a peek on the pages.

She knew Archer well enough to know he already scanned most of the book’s words with his eyes before calling her to pick him. “No...” He lied. “But I swear to tell you when I find out!” He said, opening the car’s door to leave. “You better do!” Paloma smiled as she left. Finally finding himself alone, Archer grinned, running to his kitchen table to widely open the book. The pages were indeed of some mysterious material, but the ink was most probably common, since most of it had already disappeared, leaving book almost entirely unreadable. However, there were three pages considerably conserved: the first featuring the drawing of a man holding hands with a mermaid, with the word “Syreni” above it; and most important, the two others showing some sort of manual.

Archer was always an enthusiast of cryptozoology, and he had only one theory about what that thing was: a manual to attract a real mermaid! To just think about the success he would do by finding the first mermaid ever documented blinded him to other possibilities of what that book could be. It took him two weeks to gather all the ingredients (considering the most exotic stuff he had to order from the internet). But Paloma still didn’t know anything about that when Archer forced her to follow him to the same cave in which he found the book. “No, seriously, what’s this scientific discovery you keep talking about? Dude, if this is a prank…” “I can’t believe I am giving you an opportunity to be famous and you are complaining!” Archer mocked, as he mixed a bunch of weird stuff inside a cup, from a green algae to a gray goo she couldn’t identify. “Hey Arch, are you sure this...” “Shush! Wait for it, my dear Paloma!” He whispered, interrupting her. “Just a final touch and...” The man said, as he drowned the gooey substance in the lagoon-like sea water inside the cave.

“AND VIOLÀ!” he loudly stated, raising the weird mixture in the air and, with a movement so quick Paloma couldn’t interrupt him, moving it to his mouth and drinking the whole glass. “ARCHER STOP IT!” She screamed, only managing to reach him after he took the last remaining sip. “Agh, it tastes terrible!” He coughed, disgusted, still unable to hide the smile of triumph on his face. “Here, let’s go home… It was not a good choice to move here, you are not thinking strai-” “My mind, sweetie, is absolutely perfect. All I need now…” He slowly whispered, moving to the lagoon in front of them and entering the water, to the point it reached his knees. “All I need is to wait for the mermaids!” “MERMAIDS? Dude, no, let’s go home, I’m gonna call...” But before Paloma could finish her sentence, a celebration shout interrupted her, coming from Archer. n disbelief, Paloma watched as the water started to shine and, even more incredible, Archer himself was emanating some sort of glow, as if the liquid going through was causing this marvelous effect. “I TOLD YOU! THIS MUST BE A SIGNAL OF SUCCESS!” He shout, unable to understand why his friend looked so disturbed. “A-Arch… What’s going on with your ears?”. That was when Archer realized that something was strange. Besides the bright was indeed amazing, where were the mermaids? And why was he shining too? Scared, he moved his hand to verify what he concluded to be just Paloma’s imagination.

His panic, though, just overcame his excitement when he realized the cold, scaly feeling the surface of his ear now had. In fact, it felt nothing like an ear, but much more like a fin! “W-Wait this must be part of the process!” He tried to justify, as suddenly his once considerably tight shorts fell off. With a quick move, he tried to grab it, just to fell to the water. He managed to sit, upper half of his body still exposed. “P-Paloma, help me! There’s something wrong with my legs!” He screamed, scared, feeling a tingle in his legs. Visible through the water, he could tell they were going through a change similar to his ears. Paloma ran to reach Archer, feeling the bright water warm around her legs. With every step, she saw more and more proofs that the changes were happening in multiple parts of her friend’s body: the wet shirt glued to his torso seemed more and more flabby, as if Archer was shrinking. The water also seemed to be covering more of his body, denoting a change in height that slowly became noticeable. When she reached him, looking closer to his body and trying to raise him, she could not only tell that he was, indeed, shrinking, but also that his legs were completely blue! Doing her best to support him by the shoulder, she felt, in disbelief, Archer’s hair growing in an unbelievable speed, tingling her forearm. Archer, by himself, was amazed on how easily Paloma was raising him.

His attention soon moved to his wet and bright limbs that felt lighter and lighter at every second. Looking at his arms, actually, he thought he was hallucinating, not only because he thought to see them shrinking, but because his once considerably shaggy arm had lost most of its hair. But the feeling the water dripping from it cause made it clear it was no imagination. In fact, even the sensation of his shirt on his bare torso felt weird, as if a shrinking of his body caused the wet fabric to unglue from his skin. But a simple shrinking of his body wouldn’t be able to explain the alien sensitivity the region around his nipples were developing, his chest one of the only areas on his body that seemed actually a little bit tight under that shirt. His thought, though, were interrupted, as a lock of blue hair partially covered his eyes.

While a hazy Archer tried to understand what was going on, Paloma’s mind could barely believe her eyes: at every second, the bright body of Archer looked more and more petite and feminine, even his skin developing a peach soft aspect. She couldn’t though, avoid the impression that under the boy’s shirt two small mounds of flesh seemed to be growing under what seemed to be a pair of swollen nipples. That was, though, the last impression Paloma had while holding her friend, as his legs moved clumsy, causing the boy to fall back to the water with a girly squeal. Now completely undressed from his waist down, Paloma noticed how ample Archer’s hips now seemed, displaying a round, yet weirdly blue ass, which size and shape caught Paloma’s attention so much she barely noticed the fact that her friend’s lower half was now also absurdly feminine, with the shrinking that hit all his limbs seeming to hit all masculine parts of his body.

As Archer fell back to water, though, the most impressive change was happening in his legs: they were, indeed, being reshaped from the bones, their surface slowly sticking together, in a transformation that soon became some kind of fusion or absorption. Archer screamed in panic and Paloma could barely blink as Archer’s feet went through some change she couldn’t understand, with its fingers vanishing and most of it assuming a look similar to… Fins! But both only realized that in the exact instant that the transformation in his legs were over they became the fishy lower half of a mermaid. And if the tail wasn’t enough feminine per se, the curvy shape he assumed from his waist down (and the disappearance of his manhood, now absurdly noticeable by the feeling of the warm water that covered part of his body), made clear the true nature of the solution he made. Finally taking her eyes off her friend’s tail, Paloma gasped as she realized how girly Archer’s face became during the transformation, with his eyes turning the same blue color his hair now had.

The final of the transformation, she soon noticed, was still going on under the boy’s shirt: now stretching the shirt to its limits, which once looked like small clusters of fat under the boy’s nipples, were now fully formed breasts. In disbelief, Paloma watched as her friend’s chest expanded even more, soon becoming huge enough to almost rip the wet shirt. In what was almost an instinct, Archer tried to rip the shirt, a task accomplished only with the aid of Paloma. Both girls could barely say something as the fabric gave up, revealing two soaked, soft breasts, crowned by large, feminine nipples. As the water stopped shining, so did the mermaid, who now completely transformed, fainted on Paloma’s arms.

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“THIS IS RIDICULOUS!” the mermaid yelled, her breasts being hold by her crossed arms. Her voice so harmonical even her complains made Paloma’s heart pulse. The girl who was once Archer was resting on the ground of the yard, in an attempt to sit on her own tail, furiously watching Paloma. “I REFUSE TO WEAR THIS! GIVE ME MY CLOTHES!” “Stop being childish! These were the only clothes I had here that fit you!” Paloma yelled, referring to a thong and flashy bikini top that barely held the mermaid’s mammaries.

“I-I didn’t know what to do, so I brought you to my place! I mean, you can’t be alone like this, the neighbors can’t see my yard and… Well, I have a pool...” “I WON’T GET INTO THE FUCKING POOL! WE NEED TO GET HELP!” “We will work on this! I will try to find something about the book and… Wait, what’s going on?” Paloma asked, noticing how her friend seemed to be suffocating. Desperately and confused, the mermaid moved her hands to her neck, the lack of support almost making her breasts hang loose and rip the bikini before being once again held by the mermaid. “GET INTO THE POOL! NOW!” Paloma screamed, pushing her friend into the pool. After some seconds, the mermaid’s head got out of the water, panting. “OK, you won, I will stay in the pool. But we gotta solve this! Can you bring me the book?” She asked, her voice like a melody to Paloma’s ears. “Hey, answer me! Please Paloma, go get that book!” She said, swimming closer to the pool edge, not realizing how her friend stared at a very specific point of the mermaid’s body. On the other side of the pool, the top that once barely covered nipples was floating discreetly.