She flailed her awkward legs, ignorant of their movements as her lungs burned with the last bit of air that filled them. Turning into a human meant more than legs. It meant leaving the enchantment of the sea behind as well.
Ariel broke the surface of the waters, sunlight dancing on the waves, she gasped in the open air and began treading water with her bottom half hanging under her, useless.
The sea pushed to toward the sand on the waves and she groped at the beach. Clawing with her hands with fist fulls of wet sand she crawled up to where the waves barely wet her toes and she collapsed in exhaustion.
She panted and held her soiled hand to her chest as she heaved. She lifted her head up and looked down at her new body. She couldn’t identify all the new parts. Round and pillowy mounds on her chest with puffy pink soft skin with a tough center. They stiffened when she touched them. She wiggled her toes and admired her feet, alien as they looked.
She bent her knees and spread her legs looking over her body, a small patch of fire red hair covered her mound to even softer skin still and wetness unlike the ocean.