Nixie pushed her dyed light blue hair over her shoulder and went back to her room. She started to pace back and forth, trying to think of how she was going to pull this new transformation off and if her project partners had turned as well, how would they all handle this? One thing was sure; it seemed fate was pushing them closer together and in the end, they would be the best of friends, or something very horrible would happen.

Such as them getting discovered and put on some sort of lab table to be studied and dissected. She shuddered at the idea.

[i]No, without a doubt, nobody will find out about this,[/i] she swore. Her face fell slightly. [i]Though how can it be possible to keep it from everyone? This is a small island and everyone knows each other's business. Then there is my family and my best friend Jay. How can I keep something so big from them?[/i]

Walking over to her bed, she jumped on it and buried her face in her Pikachu shaped pillow. She felt tears on her cheeks, her whole body freezing. Would her tears also make her turn? She started to count silently in her head, but no transformation accrued.

“Phew, at least that's something,” Nixie whispered.

[b]"Nixie! Nixie, I need help! Please, we need to talk! Nixie!" [/b]

Nixie had almost dozed off when Tristan’s voice floated through her open window, making her sit up and blink rapidly. She rubbed her eyes, wondering if everything from before had been a dream. She stood up and walked over to her window that overlooked the ocean. 

“Oh my...” She whispered. Down far below her window was Tristan, hanging onto the rocks, trying not to let the rough lapping water pull her back out to sea.

“Tristan!” 

Tristan was a mermaid.

Realizing she was still naked from her bath, she blushed, covering herself and backing away from the window. “I will be down in a minute,” she promised the girl.

Nixie threw on her light blue sundress, the one that matched her hair, and a pair of flip flops. She ran out of her bedroom and through the house as fast as her legs would carry her. She walked around her house, climbing over rocks, until she was close enough to Tristan to touch her if she wanted. Luckily, the wind was not blowing toward her, so the ocean spray did not touch her skin.

“Tristan. You, too?” She wondered if Andrea had also turned.