The Accidental Mermaid

I took the box into the changing room and set to work. I removed the dark, Vulcan wig and got my hair into some semblance of order, then stripped down to panties and tee-shirt. The tail was a tight fit, evidently made for a slightly smaller and shorter person than myself. It just barely reached my hips. I feared it wouldn’t zip, but it did. I feared it would show some butt-cleavage, but I never got a chance to check. At that moment, there was a ‘pop’. It was more something in my head than a sound, but it got my attention. It must have gotten everyone else’s attention too, because it got very quiet for a few moments. Then all Hell broke loose. There were screams, bellows, shouts, curses, roars and other, less definable, noises. There were also a few crashes. Something bad was happening and I wanted to face it mobile. I tried to unzip, but now I couldn’t find the zipper. I struggled to roll the edge of the tail down, but there didn’t seem to be an edge anymore. There were more crashes and I heard Amy scream. Something bumped hard against the curtain, just above my head. One way or another, it was time to move. I noticed a space between two crates of books. I rolled off the chair I was sitting on and drug/wriggled myself into it. That’s all that I needed for me to realize what had happened to me. No one with legs could move like that.