I swim along the shore of a sandy beach on the coast of Maine, my green tail shimmering in the water as I swim. I take my swim suit bottoms out of the pocket of my wet suit top when I am near the shore. As I surface, I turn human and quickly slide them on before I am seen. Making sure no one is around, I raise my bag that is floating beside me in an air bubble above the surface as well. Once my feet touch the warm soft sand, I grab my bag, popping the bubble and dry off using the towel I keep in my bag. Chaffing is one of the many pains of being human I think to myself. When I am dry I fish my shoes (no pun intended) out of my bag and slide them on. One of the many perks of being a mermaid is to fit in on land, we have to be magical. I close my eyes and think of a nice beach bicycle and when I open them, one is sitting kick stand out, right in front of me. I smile, a little smug with myself, and hop on my bike and head toward the nearest town.