The Siren of the Coast

by Fern

Marze Kipling is, or rather was, a 24-year-old woman who loved to socialize. She had a figure that most folks would love to feel against, stroking every little curve. Her hourglass figure along with her surprisingly natural breasts made her constantly fawned by boys and girls alike. Her C-size rack may not be the biggest out there, but was arguably one of the most firm that complemented the inward curves of her waist. She also had a rear that somehow was the same size as her breasts, which only complemented her body even more and added to the allure of her figure. However, her true love was for parties. No matter how private a party is, she always knew where to find it. Dance parties, drinking parties, pool parties, birthday parties, wedding parties, there was no event that she didn't know or crashed. People rarely mind her presence though. She would always give other party-goers a reason to smile. She dances with anyone, even the worst dancers. She flirts with folks just to see them squirm. She impresses people with all kinds of parlor tricks. In short, she's the kind of outgoing woman that people want at their parties. That was before though. Now the former Marze only exists in the dreams of her fans.

It all happened one summer. Marze was finishing up her stretches. She liked to stay lean and limber for her figure. After all, her attractiveness is one part that helps her stay in the parties she crashes. The other part is charisma. She dons a bare white tube top that she uses for her exercises. Lower down, she has a pair of demon shorts that have been cut off high enough that her leggings end just above her thighs. Her feet are covered in ankle socks and white tennis shoes. Doing the last stretch of the day, Marze was sitting down with one of her legs bent sideways. She grunted as she tried to reach her toes with both hands and held that pose for ten seconds. Releasing her grip, she collapsed on the floor.

"Phew, that's enough for today. I better save the rest of my flexibility for tonight," she giggled at her own suggestive comment.

What she didn't know was a strange creature was watching her the whole time from the window. A creature known as the cellophane golem that has been on the watch of every major news network. According to recent reports, the golem has been hinted to be responsible for several mysterious kidnappings. When the golem is sighted, a person is usually gone the very same day. People have only gotten shoddy footage of this creature though as people who have tried to get better footage have been rumored to be caught by the golem itself...

The golem has been watching her stretch from a side window, getting a nice view of her backside. The golem would have tried to get Marze sooner, but it was amazed by how well she stretches as well as her body. Finally reaching a decision, he knew one kind of pool toy that would be perfect for Marze that will still let her keep her figure.

The golem notices Marze is going towards the backdoor. Keeping pursuit, he slithers to her backyard where a pool laid. It was a basic square pool that seems more suited for a small gathering rather than a party. She planned to expand the pool one day through a collection of tips in a jar as she gets plenty of extra money bartending at the night club. The golem noticed a lounge chair near the pool that's right next to a table. Looking at the table, the golem lunges towards it as it hides out of sight.

Marze comes out to her backyard with a glass of lemonade in hand and a straw sunhat perched on her head. Placing the glass on the table, she jumps on the chair with a sigh. She closes her eyes as she rests her arms behind her head. However, as she gets comfortable in the shade of her umbrella that is attached to the table, the golem looks down on her to notice she isn't looking. Unfolding himself, he launches at Marze with a quick strike!

Marze gasps as she feels something cold and plastic-like wrap around her exposed waist. Sitting up with a shock, she looks to find some weird see-through sheet of cellophane wrapping upwards towards her view! She tries to pull at the golem, but it only wraps around her hands as she pulls at the edges. Bending her knees, she forces herself to stand up at the edge of the chair. She screams for help, hoping her neighbors can hear her.

"Help! HELP! Get this thing off mfph!"

She stares down with bulging eyes as she finds that the golem has wrapped around her mouth. She can only scream in mumbles as she prays for some sort of miracle or that this is all a bad dream. Nevertheless, the golem never backs down from a target. Already she knows too much for it to just simply change his mind.

As the golem pushes off her hat, it wraps around the very top of her head and the very tip of her feet. Being able to only shiver in her cocoon, Marze can no longer bend her legs to keep her balance. She tilts forward and lands with a squeak, right near the edge of her pool.

"Squeak," she thought. "Did I just squeak?" She continues to mumble in worry, hoping someone will still hear her.

Pondering why the concrete floor didn't even leave a stinging bruise, she realizes that her skin feels cool to the touch as coastal breeze tickles against her cocoon. No, her body is the cocoon itself!

She continues to shiver in panic, making several squeaks. Her shivers start to fade into a weak shudder as her joints fade away. She still feels some "imaginary" nervous system, but she has no bones nor muscles to help her move. In fact, her insides, as well as her clothes, start to dissolve under the cellophane's effects.

Her legs start to mold together as the rubbery exterior outside starts to change into a lovely shade of light green that sparkles in the sunlight like emeralds. Her feet expand out in triangle, giving her what looks like the end of a fish tail. Her arms are shifted as they extend outward. She appears to be giving a hug in her pose. She sees her hands looking like something out of a cartoon as they are shaped like a mitten. Her chest is covered in a seashells, looking like a makeshift and strapless bra.

"M-my hands. What's happening... to me," she barely thinks as the contents of her head fill with air.

"mff...! mf-mf...! mfmfmmf... mmm... ..." She loses her ability to make any sort of sound other than squeaking caused by an occasional wiggle. It's difficult to force her body to move as she constantly is snapped back into her default pose.

She can't direct her gaze down to see the rest of her changes. Her pupils are merely painted-on, no longer being able to direct her gaze. Her hair shifts to a lighter color as her brunette hair fades into a blonde scheme. Her mouth is forced to gape open with a smile, giving a cheerful appearance. For some reason, she can't help but feel as cheerful as her expression.

"Help me! Please...! Help-p-p-*play*... play with... no... I-I don't... *do* want this. I want to... play! Someone play with me please! I'm so lonely."

Marza makes a long whimpering squeak as it arches back. It snaps back as it lays near the edge of the pool as if the pool is some sort of a tease to her. Laying on her stomach, she appears to anyone looking at her from afar as a mermaid pool toy that was just left carelessly outside. While her lower half is a mermaid's body, she still kept her entire figure. She still has that lovely hourglass that users can now rest the side of their legs against. Her round and taut rear still sticks out so folks have a place to rest the back of their waist. Her chest is still there for people to hug her from the front as they rest in her outstretched arms with their arms wrapped around her neck.

Marza is not sure how much time has passed since the golem turned her into this form, but someone has eventually came to her backyard. A young man in his teens climbs over the fence as he judged that the owner is not home. He wanted a quick dip in the pool to cool off and his mother wouldn't take him to the public pool. Luckily for him, Marza's house was close-by.

"Sweet," he exclaimed. "One of those cute chick toys!"

Marza feels herself being picked up as she wonders who is there. "Who's there? Someone who wants to... play," she thought.

Jumping in the pool with her with a loud yell, he splashes in the pool as he holds his arms along the mermaid's neck tight. Noticing the peculiar way she floats, he smiles as he climbs on her back. He kicks his feet in the depths while resting his head upon the back of her rubbery hair. His left hand gropes one of her breasts as he smiles to the melody of squeaks. "Now this is how to cool off in the summer."

"Do I make you happy? Take me home. Let us make each other happy," she thought, glad that she was being put to use.

The both of them relax in the pool for what seemed like an hour. The teen seemed to have slept on her, occasionally giving a reflexive rub of bliss. Marza is also in a happy, tranquil state. It has been harder for her to think as time passes. Her life force seems to fade away as it shifts into a different kind of aura.

"I am so happy. I am happy he is happy. We will be happy together forev... er..."

No longer being able to think or remember who she was, she only gives an expression of pure emotion in her imaginary mind. These "thoughts" are just the emotion as they are expressed without words. If anyone would read her mind, they would find only happiness and no trace of her former life.

The boy took her home that day, now being her favorite pool toy. He would take her to the pool every chance he gets and would gladly hug her every time he needed a pick-me-up. He could swear that she seemed almost alive as he would hear her squeak even when he hasn't hugged her yet. He never found a valve on her, but he never considered deflating her even if she had one.

Marza enjoys the days when he takes her out to the public pool. Many people there hug and play with her. She's glad that her owner lets them play with her as giving joy to more than one person at a time makes her even more happy. One could say that Marza is just as social and desired as she is in her old life. She just warms people's hearts with her playfulness rather than her charm.

2010 © Fern (Pen name.)