Herro stood on the deck beside a huge pool. He was dressed in a pair of tropical printed red and black swim shorts with a pair of flip flops on his feet.
“I don’t like the water,” He muttered as he waited for Razor to come out of the locker room, “And I don’t see why she made us use the family friendly locker room in the first place. Unless of course my
He didn’t have to wait long. She rolled her neck as she came out of the family locker room and had goosebumps all up and down her arms and legs. Her swimsuit was a red and black bikini, actually going well with the swim trunks. He couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering down the curve of her body as she walked over to him. His gaze stopped temporarily on the full tattoo he could now see closer. From a distance it looked like a solid grey sunburst spiraling counter-clockwise, but up close he could make out an intricate design among the grey
“Hiya,” She said as she got to him, with a wave of her hands she indicates her body, which he’d finally stopped staring at, “Like what you see? No male anywhere to be seen is there?”
Stammering Herro looked away, “Uhhh yeah no. I see only girl.”
“Good now lets get in the water,” She said, walking to the edge and smoothly diving in. Herro jumped back and flung up his hands to ward off the water. Razor, floating in the water watched him and shook her head, as her dive didn’t create much more than a ripple.
Herro sits in a dry beach chair and watches his companion swim around, “I really don’t like water.”
She did a few laps before swimming over to the side and looking at him, her emerald eyes looking at him as he watched her, “Come on big boy, don’t be afraid of a little bit of water.”
“No thanks,” he waves his hand in the negative before noticing her eyes narrow, “I uhh don’t want to get wet.”
“Oh really?” She slides back and pushes a bit of water to arc towards him. His own eyes widen as he saw it and holding one arm in front of himself erected a wall of force using a simple spell. She scowls and keeps it up with more force.
“Stop,” Herro said as the water fell down an invisible wall in front of him, “I really don’t want to get wet.”
She grinned and swam to the middle of the pool before spinning around, “No can do bucko, you’re getting wet if it’s the last thing I do.”
He watched as she sunk under the water, only the last foot or so of her ponytail bobbing to the surface, before even that sunk as she hit the bottom of the pool. Putting her arms to the side she pushed up and he felt the surge of magic as she started using a spell to push the water in front of her. Hitting the surface, she shoved her arms forward and spun towards the wall.
Throwing both arms up Herro creates a larger barrier in front of him as the wave hits it square on. He saw the water rise up and over his barrier, as it fell he pulled back one of his hands and tried to create another, but he felt the cold water hit him square in the face and felt a tingle all through his body.
Razor pulled herself out of the pool at the ladder and heard a high pitched scream from behind her. Spinning she saw a woman with golden blonde hair sitting in the seat where Herro had been.
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From what Razor could tell, the girl was pretty close to the standard 36-24-36, maybe a bit less on top and hell maybe a tad more on the bottom. She had creamy white skin with just a tad of a sunkissed look to it and not a blemish in site and she glared at Razor as she covered her bare breasts with her arm.
“Do you know how long it is going to take for this to dry?” She asked indicating her back length hair.
Crossing her arms and cocking her hip Razor glances at her with an expression of disbelief that this strange girl in the shorts she’d given Herro.
Raising her eyebrows Razor thinks and mutters to herself, “I think I know what’s going on here.”
She turns and walks towards the family locker room that the pair had used coming in. Reaching the door she turns and glances at the girl, now using a towel to cover her chest and trying to wring the water from her hair. She shakes her head and slips in the door. Inside she saw the stalls and changing areas. Going over to a shower stall she walks in and starts undoing the small ties on her top. She slips it off as she turns the water to hot.
Grinning she smiles as she feels a familiar tingle wash over her body.
The girl looked around, clearly upset. She glances around before getting confused and wondering where Razor had gone off to. Standing, with her arm still covering her bared chest, she started walking towards the locker room she’d shared with her date, and almost ran into a guy coming out of it.
“Here Herro,” he said, holding some cloth out to her. Taking it she holds it up to see that it was the top Razor had been wearing, “I know it’ll be a little big around the band and a bit more on the cups, but at least it’s something to cover you.”
“Herra, Please,” The girl said softly as she held the top up to her own chest and before she slid the towel down she glanced up at the man, “Can you please turn around?”
The guy opened his mouth and shook his head, “I just gave you the bikini top I’d been wearing for the past half hour and you want me to turn around like it’s something I haven’t seen?”
Herra looked at the bikini top and noticed it had the same pattern as both her swimming trunks and the bikini Razor had been wearing before she splashed her and disappeared. She glanced at the guy and looked him up and down. He was well toned, more swimmer than weight lifter build. He had his dark violet hair pulled into a ponytail on the top of his head. If she didn’t know better she’d say that down it would be almost down to his shins. His eyes also held the same glint as Razor’s did, not to mention all he wore was a pair of bikini briefs that also matched Razor’s pattern for the swimwear she had. She could also see the hip tattoo that had attracted Herro’s attention, and it was exact down to the intricate designs.
“Razor?” She asked looking at his eyes.
He smiled and popped one hip out and dragged the other through the air in a presentation gesture, “The one and only.”
Herra nodded and slid the towel down so she could put the top on, “So you are like me but opposite? You turn into a guy when you get wet.”
“I don’t think so.” Razor said smirking, “What temperature water does it take to turn you into a girl?”
“Colder than room temperature.”
Razor nods, “and hotter water, like say, a shower, would do what?”
Herra breathes deep, “Turn me back to normal.”
“Ding ding ding,” Razor says with a flourish, “Since we’re at a fair, give the lady a prize, the biggest stuffed unicorn they have.
“So,” Razor continues, “Are we going to finish swimming? Now that you’re transformed you can be the one swimming.”
Herra looked up at him, her eyes full of indignation, “And get my hair even more wet? Please, do you know how long it will take to dry this?”
“Please yourself girlie.” Razor rolls his eyes and flips his head, making his still knee length ponytail move around him, “Yeah I know how long it takes.”
“Oooh,” Herra coos, “How do you get it so shiny and smooth?”
Razor stands with his mouth agape at this perky blonde girl in front of him. “How the hell are you the same person I came here with?
He shakes his head, “Fine if you don’t want to swim let’s get dressed and we’ll head back out into the park.”
“That sounds like a good idea. Maybe we’ll get a chance to win a real stuffed unicorn.”
“Fine, I’ll win ya one.” He said holding the door open and gesturing her inside.