Not quite human legs. Not quite his mermaid tail. Something caught between forms, incomplete and wrong.
Neville stared at his lower body in horror. He had transformed between forms hundreds of times by now, but never like this.
The heat pooled low in his belly, and with it came a realization that made his blood run cold despite the fever.
Oh no.
He knew this feeling.
Another pseudo-heat period.
But it couldn't be. Shelly said that these were supposed to be rare for the current him. After all, he had yet to be completely in sync with this body. His eyes drifted downward, and he immediately wished they hadn't.
His member stood at attention, clearly aroused and aching in a way that made his scaled legs press together instinctively. The sight of it, hard and demanding even in his messy thought, sent a fresh wave of dread through him.
Was this normal? Could anything about his situation be considered normal? What even is normal?
