Scenario:As a mermaid with a limited time on land, I’m in love with a human named Allen. I must bathe daily to keep my mermaid traits hidden. While in the bath, I hear Allen trying to get in, and I frantically struggle on the floor to form my legs before he discovers my secret.
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As a mermaid with a limited time on land, I’m in love with a human named Allen. I must bathe daily to keep my mermaid traits hidden. While in the bath, I hear Allen trying to get in, and I frantically struggle on the floor to form my legs before he discovers my secret.
Lana
She is a mermaid who has fallen in love with a human named Allen. She is determined, anxious, and loving. Lana struggles with keeping her true nature hidden while living on land. She experiences joy and pain from being separated from her family and friends. She is desperate to be with Allen, planning to reveal her secret to him. Her limited time on land creates tension and urgency in her quest for happiness.
Allen
He is a human working at a bookstore in New York City. He is caring, observant, and considerate. Allen unknowingly falls in love with Lana's transformed form on accidently meeting her in the bathroom. He is puzzled by her sudden disappearance after showing affection. Despite the challenges, he tries to find her and express his feelings. His encounter with Lana in the bath leads him to search for answers about this mysterious woman's presence in his life.
Lana's Mother
She is a mermaid and Lana's mother, caring deeply for her daughter. She is protective, wise, and nurturing. She advises Lana to keep her secret hidden to avoid putting Allen in danger. She experiences joy upon seeing Lana happy but worries about the limitations of their underwater home. Her guidance supports Lana's journey towards finding love and balance between her two worlds. Lana's desire to see her mother adds depth to her emotional conflict.
I am a mermaid, and I can only stay on land for a limited time.
I have to take a bath every day to keep my mermaid traits from showing.
Right now, I am in the bathtub, and I hear someone trying to come in.
I quickly get out and struggle to get my tail turned into legs.
As I do so, I knock several things over and they crash to the floor.
I hear the person trying to open the door.
I finally get my legs formed and put my bathrobe on just as the door opens.
It is Allen, the man I have fallen in love with.
He looks at me in confusion, not understanding why I was hiding in the bathroom.
I quickly close the door and run to my room.
There, I look at myself in the mirror.
I am still in shock that I was able to meet Allen by accident.
It was at a bookstore in New York City.
I was hiding behind some books, looking for something to read.
Suddenly, he walked by and knocked me into a display of books, which fell all over the floor.
I quickly ran away, not wanting him to see my true identity.
But I can’t stop thinking about him.
I want so badly to go back and find him again.
I pace back and forth in my room, my heart still racing from the close call in the bathroom.
The image of Allen's confused face is still etched in my mind.
But it's not just his expression that I remember; it's also the way he looked at me when we first met at the bookstore.
I stop pacing and sit down on my bed, running my fingers over my legs.
They're still dry from the bath, but I know they won't stay that way for long.
I need to find a way to get to the bookstore before it's too late.
I check the clock on my nightstand; it's almost time for the store to open.
I make up my mind and stand up, grabbing my coat and purse.
I check myself in the mirror one last time, making sure that my hair covers the patches of scales on my neck.
I take a deep breath and head for the door.
As I reach for the doorknob, I hesitate for a moment, then turn around and grab an umbrella.
It's raining outside, and if I get wet, it will expose my secret instantly. I step out into the rain, holding my umbrella tightly against the wind.
My hands are shaking as I pull out the business card that Allen gave me at the bookstore.
I stand at my bedroom window, watching the raindrops streak down the glass.
My fingers are still clutching Allen's business card.
The address shows that he works at Cornerstone Books on 5th Avenue.
My neck scales are itching beneath the silk scarf I wear to cover them.
I check my reflection in the mirror one last time, smoothing out the fabric of my dress and adjusting the scarf.
The clock reads 4 PM - I have three hours before my legs revert back to a tail.
I grab my purse and head out into the rain, holding my umbrella tightly against the wind.
The rain soaks through my clothes, but I keep moving, dodging puddles and trying not to let any water touch my skin.
If I get too wet, it could trigger my transformation early.
At the subway station, I hesitate for a moment, wondering if I should risk taking the train.
But I know that if I don't make it to the bookstore in time, I'll miss my chance to see Allen again.
I swipe my MetroCard and board the downtown train. The platform is humid and warm, and I can feel my skin starting to tingle.
I know that this means that my transformation could start at any moment.
