It was a nice, breezy, and warm day on the beach. I was just walking casually on the boardwalk next to the blue ocean, glancing at the shops displaying their merchandise. I was looking for something special to take home, as I was on vacation. Nothing looked peculiarly interesting. I kept wandering down the wooden pathways. I stopped and looked at the outstretching sea. It was so beautiful; I almost wished I could stay here forever.
Eventually, I came upon a nice looking antique store. I strolled in, opening the door on my way inside. I looked around at the shells, ships in bottles, and other various objects hanging on the walls or on shelves. I kept looking around, searching. Eventually, I spotted something interesting. It was a very ornate shell locked inside of a glass case. It was perfect. I walked over to the counter, which the case was behind. The clerk looked up from the book she was reading. “How much for that shell?” I asked. It was a spiral, and horn-like. “Uhh, one second please.” She responded. She walked to a door in the back and went through. I heard a little conversation, and an old man soon stepped out. “So you want the shell?” he asked. “Yes sir. How much is it?” I responded. “Ten dollars. But I must warn you, it is VERY special.” He said. Hmm. Okay. “As in, you can hear the ocean?” I asked. “You could say that…” he responded. “Never mind that, I’m sure it will be fine. Ten dollars please.” I handed over the money, glad to have the shell. He pulled it out of the case, with gloves on. He handed it to me, and I took it happily. “Thank you sir!” I said. “You be careful.” Is all he said back.
I brought the shell to my apartment. I had spent some extra cash to get one next to the ocean, although I couldn’t get one that had a window facing the water. I set the shell down on my dresser as I got in bed. It had been a long day. I felt some pulling feeling in my gut to return to the sea, but I could do that tomorrow. It only took a few minutes until darkness came.
I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling perfectly rested. What? I glanced over to the shell on my dresser. It seemed to give off a faint glow. I felt a harsh tug in my gut, almost pulling me out of bed. I felt a strong will to return to the ocean. This time, it couldn’t wait. I quickly got out of bed, pulling on new clothes. I seemed full of energy. I snatched the shell up, and brought it out with me to the beach. Only when I reached the water did I realize I had forgotten shoes or socks. How did I forget? The pulling feeling ended, and a new feeling spread through my body. A sense of coolness and calm spread over me. What was happening? I felt a tingling in my hand that held the shell. I looked at it as it became solid. Ah! It had become a flipper! I waved the blue and yellow fin in the air. What was going on?! It had blue scales facing outward, but yellow facing towards me. The scales spread over to my torso. My stomach was growing light yellow scales! The scales crowded over to my other arm, and both arms were flippers. The scales spread under my stomach, smoothening down to my legs. I grunted as my spine stretched and pulled, creating a small tail. I almost fell flat on my face, as my legs became smaller flippers, shortening and contorting to become like my arms. I was now lying on my stomach, feeling really weird. Was my back getting heavier? I felt an immense weight grow on my back. I felt almost immobile. But I realized that my new flippers were a lot stronger than my arms and legs ever were. I easily lifted myself off the ground, but fell back down when I felt a weird feeling in my neck. I clenched my eyes shut as my neck grew longer, longer, and longer. It was so tall! I turned around and saw why my back felt so heavy. I had a big rock as a shell! On my back! It had little stubs poking out of it.
Although I felt weird, I still rather liked what was happening. It felt so good. My mouth seemed to stretch in front of me, forming a muzzle. Blue scales on the upper lip, yellow on the bottom. My teeth disappeared, as my mouth became as hard as a beak. My tongue grew to fit my new mouth. My nose became two small openings above my mouth on my muzzle. I placed my head on the beach, my energy feeling almost drained. My vision started to blur, but it soon came back to me, everything being clearer than it had mere seconds ago. My ears shifted to the top of my head, and bent in a circular fashion, making curls. Lastly, I felt a pushing on the top of my head as a horn poked out. I stared around at myself, feeling excited. I almost yelped with excitement. Information swarmed my mind, and I closed my eyes. I grimaced. I knew what I was now. A lapras. I learned how to hunt. I learned how to swim, and how to submerge, given that my new rock shell was buoyant. I suppose it was time to get in the water.
I pulled myself with my flippers towards the waves. They were calling to me. Headfirst, I swam into the ocean. My new home. I was overwhelmed with excitement. I swam around, feeling free. I swam until I couldn’t see the beach anymore. The big blue seas, waiting for me to explore them. Maybe I would come across other lapras! I had almost forgotten about the shell. Maybe others had touched it before me? Either way, there was an adventure to take on, and I couldn’t wait! I swam forward to the rolling waves, feeling great.