"Jenna, cool tat," I said.  "The artwork is amazing.  The mermaid almost looks real."  Impulsively, I stroked the mermaid’s bare breasts and tail circling Jenna’s inner wrist.  The tail moved sensually beneath my fingers, cool with the scent of the ocean.  I looked at Jenna.  Had her eyes always been the color of the ocean?  Desire twisted my brain.

She pulled me close and kissed me.  Dizzy, I pulled away, gasping.

"Wow.  Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

"Shyama."  The smile that played about her lips was as cold as her blue-green eyes.

"Shyama?"

"The mermaid."

Jenna seized my arm.  The mermaid tattoo swam around her arm, growing larger, encompassing and transforming Jenna.  I stared into the blue-green eyes of Shyama before she wrapped her long tail around my body and sank her sharp fangs into my neck, drinking deeply, surrounding us in the scent of salt air.