The Bayou Nymph

The Bayou Nymph

By Shorngirl

A little bit of a departure from my usual fare, this is a bit of a fantasy, a fairy tale if you will. I hope you enjoy!

Claire

I was new in town, and I was bored. My parents had moved to this small town south of New Orleans, and as I was not quite old enough to be on my own, nor did I have the resources to do so, I was forced to make the move with them. Being thousands of miles away from my friends and anything I found the slightest bit familiar; I withdrew.

It was both a blessing and a curse that I hadn’t committed to college yet. Had I done, it would have been an excuse to stay behind. Now I was an in-between; eighteen, a high school graduate but not committed to anything beyond that. It was the beginning of June, and the summer heat of the bayou was already oppressive.

I was not used to the strange humor of the kids that seemed to want to lure me out of the house. Most were younger than me, more my sister’s age than mine. Brooke was a social butterfly and seemed to blossom in the southern heat. The short flimsy smocks she wore and the way she seemed to take to the creole customs so readily, made me wonder if she wasn’t just a bit strange.

“You should come out with us, Lindsay.” She would urge, as her friends stood by leering at me. I just knew that the boys all wanted nothing more than to seduce me, but I had no interest in them. That was another thing that drove me crazy. In a town where the Baptist church was the ruling entity, I was a lesbian and totally out of my element.

There was no doubt that Brooke was being taken advantage of, she had even hinted at it one night after she came home long past her eleven o’clock curfew. “I just let him have his way.” She had said about Drew, her closest friend. At that point, I knew that he had fucked her. I laughed cynically, imagining her still in high school, barefoot and pregnant. I was convinced that was her fate.

Around about the first week in July, I just couldn’t take the heat in the house, deciding to escape to the woods. It had always been my favorite thing to do, wander through the forest. These woods were different than anything I was used to. Huge oaks, hung with Spanish moss, Cypress knees poking up through the all too waterlogged ground, made for a challenging hike.

I came across a large creek, the water flowing gently by me, and it looked so damned inviting. I’d heard stories of people being attacked by alligators or bitten by snakes, but it was just so damned hot. Looking around and seeing no one, I slipped the sun dress off my shoulders and stepped out of it. Naked, except for the Allstars which I quickly toed out of, I jumped into the dark swirling water.

“You don’t want to do ‘dat.” A female voice said from behind me, her almost seductive tone startling me. I spun to face her, submerged to my neck, my long blonde hair already soaked to the scalp, pulling my head backward.

“Where’d you come from?” I yelled, staying beneath the surface, deliberately.

“Oh, I been followin’ since you walked by.” She explained. She was startlingly beautiful, her skin so dark it was nearly black. Although her drawl made her distinctly southern, the French undertones were decidedly creole. It was an intoxicating combination that had me momentarily frozen. “You best be out before you’re eaten up.” She insisted, walking towards my dress and lifting it away from the branch I had hung it on.

Rather than offer it to me, she simply turned and began walking away. Startled by her boldness, I quickly climbed out of the stream and followed her. By the time I had donned my sneakers, she was nearly out of sight, the thick woods concealing her escape.

There I was, naked and running through the Louisiana bayou, chasing a girl who had made off with my clothes. The back windows of the houses lining my street were in sight, but the girl was not. Panicked, I quickly found a convenient tree and hid from view.

“You be lookin’ for dis?” Again, from behind; I would swear this girl was a witch. She held the garment out at arm’s length, just out of my reach, forcing me to move closer to her. “Though, lookin’ handsome wit’out it on.”

I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed before, but the girl didn’t have a hair on her head. It didn’t look shaved, just smooth as polished obsidian. “If it’s alright, I’d prefer to wear it.” I managed, still fascinated by her. I took the dress from her fingertips, quickly throwing it over my head, allowing the soft cotton to ripple over my already overstimulated nipples. Running through the forest naked and exposed had done the job I think the girl expected it to do.

“You be nothin’ like that silly sis, are you now?” The girl asked, and I wondered just how much she knew about me and Brooke.

“No.” I sighed. “We’re quite different.”

“Different.” She soothed, as if tasting the word. “Yes, you are ‘dat, uh hum.”

“I need to get home,” I said, part of me wanting to explore this strange girl, and part wanting to run as fast as my legs would carry me.

“Awe, so soon? … and we jus’ getting to know ‘d’ other.” She smiled, her perfect teeth in such contrast to her flawless skin. “You stay outta da’ water now, child.”

“What’s your name?” I asked, not certain I wanted to know, but needing to.

“Martine, if you’d like ta’ know.” Again, the smile.

“Lin…”

“Lindsay. I know it, you know. Have it in me since…, well.” She pointed to my house, just visible through the trees.

I turned to pick a path, but by the time I turned back to wave, she was gone. I stood and stared at the empty space she occupied not a second before, shaking my head. “Definitely a witch.”

A few days later, the heat was back with a vengeance, and I couldn’t help but escape into the woods once more. I wondered if Martine might be in there with me as I made my way through the trees. The relative cool of the forest made for a pleasant walk, and I once again found myself on the banks of the same stream.

It took all my willpower not to enter the water, as Martine had so adamantly warned against. Finding a soft bank of grass, I did strip out of my dress, the cool blades feeling luxurious against my naked skin.

“You be da nymph of da woods.” I almost wasn’t startled by the silky-smooth voice coming from the opposite side of the tree I was leaning against.

“I thought I might run into you out here.” I mused, turning in time to see her emerge from her hiding place. I made no attempt to cover myself, instead falling back against the bank as Martine came around to sit beside me. Again, I was mesmerized by her hairlessness, and I just couldn’t keep from asking. “You don’t have any hair. Why is that?” I asked.

“I had da long hair before, longer than you even,” Martine admitted, her hand caressing her head almost self-consciously.

“Why did you cut it off?” I asked, assuming that was what had happened.

“Enough questions ‘bout dat.” She said, her hand running seductively along the line of my hip. “You like da girls, I think, yes?”

I had been startled by her touch, but even more so by her question. “How did you know that?”

“Know more than you think, my naked nymph.” Her hand continued to slide along my thigh until it found the sparse blonde fleece which covered my sex. Her fingers were long and slender and had no difficulty sifting through my curls and into my cleft, which was suddenly very wet.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my words thinned by my arousal.

“You be needin’ dis, I’m thinking.” My legs fell open involuntarily, allowing her to have her way with me. The contrast of her dark skin against my pale white body was beyond erotic, so as her fingers found their way inside me, I almost fainted from the sensation.

“Oh, my god, that is just so wonderful.” I managed. It didn’t take very long at all before I was falling; falling over an edge so precipitous that I wondered if might never land. So, when her hand finally withdrew from me, I had to stop her, holding her there for just a few moments more. Martine leaned down and covered my mouth with her own, her lips wet with moisture, sweet and slippery. Her tongue snaked inside, swirling with mine as I basked in the afterglow of my orgasm.

Releasing her hand, my own found its way to her head, my fingers sliding effortlessly over its glass smooth surface as we deepened our kiss. I couldn’t imagine hair ever having grown there, my other hand joining in as I enjoyed the sensation almost as much as Martine seemed to.

“Little nymph, you must stop now. T’might just rub off, an’ I am thinking you would miss all dis?” Martine ran her fingers down the length of my hair, combing it gently with them.

“It’s got to be cooler than all this hanging down my back.” I sighed, finally letting my hands fall free from her head.

“Was very sad, when t’all had to go, nymph. Now, you best get this on, ‘fore somebody come along.” She dropped my sundress over me.

I giggled, pulling the soft cotton away from my face, but just as she had before, she had disappeared into the forest. A little spooked, I immediately dressed and found my way back to my house. Admittedly, I was feeling better than I had in a long time. I only wished my little forest friend would stop vanishing.

Sadly, the next few times I visited the woods, I failed to see Martine. I wondered whether I might be losing my mind, imagining her even existing at all. I couldn’t get her out of my mind; her luscious lips, her incredibly soft skin but most of all, her silky-smooth scalp. The sensation of my fingers against it had fueled many an orgasm as I masturbated in my room at night.

I think it was two weeks later, while taking my usual walk in the woods that I finally found Martine. This time it was my turn to come upon her as she sat peacefully at the edge of the stream. “I’ve missed you.”

She didn’t turn, surely knowing I was there before I spoke. “Been waiting for you, nymph.” She said, softly. “Come. Sit.” She patted the ground next to her.

I thought about removing my dress, as I had done in the past, but she made no request of me to do so, so I didn’t. Once I was comfortable, she turned and kissed me on the lips, lightly, as if in greeting. She took my hand inside her own and brought it to her head, guiding my fingers over its ebony smoothness. I was immediately aroused, and I was fairly certain she knew it. “That feels so nice.” I sighed.

Martine turned to face me, her dark brown eyes casting deep inside me as I locked stares with her. It was almost as though I fell into those eyes, unable to look away even if my life depended upon it. “Follow me now, nymph.” She stood, her lithe form towering over me as she held out a hand. “You take ‘dis off, now.” Tugging at the sleeve of my sundress.

Anxious to be naked before her again, I quickly stepped out of the floral dress and hung it on her outstretched hand. Before I could object, she swirled it around her arm and flung it into the stream, where it quickly drifted away. “Hey!”

A small shard of the fabric had torn away in her hand, which she raised to her nose before slipping it stealthily into her pocket. “Not to worry at all, nymph.” She smiled, her hand caressing my exposed breast, cupping it in her palm. “A nymph has no clothes, you know.” She looked down at my Allstars, and then back at me, insistently.

Nervously, I slipped out of my sneakers, worried that they would meet the same fate as my dress. Rather than take them from me, she simply nodded toward the water, expecting me to cast them in. I looked down at my bare feet, and without too much hesitation, tossed them in. They floated on the surface momentarily, but slowly succumb to the current, disappearing beneath the dark water.

A surge of excitement coursed through me as I suddenly realized that I was well and truly naked and with no way to cover myself at all. I moaned quietly as my sex moistened, looking over at Martine who had walked down the trail a few feet.

“Come, nymph. Think you better be close to me.” She beckoned with her hand.

Picking my way over the sticks and stones along the way, my feet slowly grew accustomed to being bare. Every so often I would look around, frightened that someone might see me as I was. As if reading my mind, Martine turned to face me.

“Dere’s no one comes out here, nymph. No, not ‘dis far. You be safe with me, you know.” She took my hand and led me then, her steps testing my mincing attempt to protect my feet. It seemed like we walked forever, leaving the banks of the stream and following a lightly trodden path that was barely six inches wide. All the while I was very conscious of being naked and a long way from home.

I was just about to ask Martine if we could rest when we came upon a clearing in the woods. There at the center of a meadow was a small cottage. It wasn’t particularly run down or anything, but age and the weather had turned the raw wood a silver grey.

“Do you live here?’ I asked, my hand finally released from Martine’s grasp.

“I do, but we not be alone.” She grinned, moving toward the quaint little house.

“Not alone? Who else is here?” Suddenly acutely aware that I was wearing nothing at all.

“My mama. She wants to see you, nymph.” Martine explained, matter-of-factly.

“Like this?” I exclaimed, covering my sex with one hand while my arm covered my breasts. Seeing my angst, Martine stripped out of her own clothes, leaving us both quite nude. “I’m sure your mother has seen you naked before.” Still, it was the first time I had seen Martine naked, and I was mesmerized by her beauty.

“Arrête de jouer et viens à l’intérieur!” A shrill voice called out from within the cottage.

“Come, mustn’t wait now.” Martine grabbed my hand once again and pulled me toward the entrance, which was shrouded in ivy and Spanish moss.

The air was full of some sort of spice, which was pleasant but almost overpowering as we stepped through the doorway. It was ungodly warm inside, the windows closed, and I broke out in a sweat almost at once.

“You is the girl, oui?” The older woman asked, as Martine pulled me closer to her. She looked over at Martine, questioning. “You be sure about her?”

“Oh, yes, Mama. She’s a nymph if I ever saw one.”

“You girl. You like bein’ ‘dis way? Bare for all da world t’see?” The woman grabbed my hands and pulled me right into her.

I knew what she wanted me to say, but I was reticent. As much as I enjoyed being naked in the forest, I worried what that might mean to her. Finally, I just admitted it. “Yes. It gives me pleasure to be this way.”

“An’ what of all ‘dis?” She researched into my hair, tugging firmly at the waist-length locks.

“She like the way ‘dis is, bein’ on me now, Mama.” Martine stroked her hairless head, and I longed to do the same. I was so mesmerized by it, that I very nearly did, right in front of her mother.

“Is it true, nymph?” She asked.

I was embarrassed, but there was no sense in hiding the truth. “Yes, ma’am, I am fascinated by her baldness.” There, it was out. What must she think of me?

“Good! Good, then it is so.” The older woman laughed. Just like her daughter, she had no hair at all, at least that I could see. “Come, I must cut.”

Panicked, I suddenly felt like running. Was this woman actually going to cut my hair? Was she going to shave me as she undoubtedly did with Martine? As naked as I was, and surely lost in the forest should I flee, I saw no way out.

The woman opened what looked like a straight razor and raised it to the side of my head, severing a long and not-so-insignificant strand of my blonde hair. Reaching up, I felt the stubble above my ear where the hair had been cut. Carefully, she bundled the hair around her hand, forming a ring that she slipped into a small box, closing the lid.

“Now, for ‘dis bit.” I thought she was reaching for my sex, and I was absolutely right. “Hold still, now, nymph. Votre sang le gâtera.” The last part under her breath, as she ran the blade along the top of my downy curls, shaving them to the top of my cleft. A clump of my pubic hair fell into her open hand, which closed on it immediately.

I shouldn’t have been surprised when she raised her hand to her nose, sampling my fragrance. Opening the box, she allowed the tangled thatch to tumble onto the spiral of hair already inside.

“Now, you go, nymph. Martine will guide you.” She smiled, the one gold tooth she sported at the front of her smile glinting in the light from the fire, which I had only just noticed burning.

Before I knew what was happening, we were out in the forest again, the minutes having passed without my knowledge. “How am I going to get home like this?” I asked.

“Night be down soon, nymph,” Martine assured me.

The sun had indeed made its way down, so the rays spindled through the tree trunks, their shadows long across the trail, which once again followed the stream. “It’s been fun being naked for the day, but to be honest, I can’t wait to put something on.”

“No! You mustn’t, nymph. One shred of covering, an’ dis spell be broke.” Martine chided, turning me so that could gauge her serious expression.

“But, what if…”

“By morning, if that be what you want to, nymph can wear all the clothes she want to.” Martine giggled as if she knew something.

“What do you mean, spell?” I asked, backtracking.

“You want to be my nymph, yes?” She asked, running her fingers through what remained of the curls covering my sex.

Whatever game she was playing was starting to freak me out a little, but I did so want to be hers, and for her to be mine as well. “Fine, no clothes. I’ll probably get caught, you know.”

“Won’t matter, little nymph. You will see.” The lights from the houses to my right distracted me, but when I turned back to Martine, she had vanished, just as she always did.

By the time I reached my house, it was fully dark, the kind of dark that you only see in the bayou. Inside, I could hear my sister, talking with one of her friends. I carefully made my way around the house to my window, relieved that I had left it open that morning. I’d snuck out of my house plenty of times, but I’d never snuck back in.

Still naked, and promising Martine to remain uncovered, I lay on the soft satin comforter and allowed my fingers to play, remembering the day. It wasn’t long before sleep overtook me.

Martine handed the small tag of flowery fabric to her mother, who smiled at her daughter’s cleverness.

“Tres bon, Marmalia. Aide-moi à dire les mots.”

“Umeenda sasa, Mdogo sasa, Yote yanaanguka kama ilivyokusudiwa kuwa.” Together they threw the hair and the fabric into the fire. “Roho ya msitu izaliwe!”

I rolled over, the morning sun coursing through my window as it always did. My hair seemed to envelop me as I did, and I reached up to clear it away from my face. Suddenly I was laying on a bed of my own hair, and I swore that I must still be dreaming. I scrubbed my face with my hands, running them back over my head, and that was when I bolted upright in my bed.

Where my hands should have met my hair, they felt only skin. My forehead seemed to go on forever as I realized that I was completely and totally bald. Panicked, I looked around, the room seeming foreign to me. The bed seemed to go on forever, as did the sea of blonde silk which I lay in.

Standing amidst my very detached curls, I realized that I was considerably smaller than I had been when I went to bed the night before. I looked across at the mirror that backed my vanity, only to discover that I could not have been more than three feet tall.

That was not my only discovery. Aside from my head being shiny bald, my pubes were missing as well. Reaching up again, I felt the familiar smoothness that I had come to crave on Martine’s head, now gracing my own. As my hands explored, my baldness was not the only difference. There was something very odd about my ears.

I tried to see them in the mirror, but it was just too far away, and I was too small. Grabbing the comforter in my diminutive fingers, I slid on my belly off the side of the bed, my feet only just reaching it before my fingers lost purchase on the slippery satin.

Thinking I was three feet tall may have been a bit generous as the surface of the bed was even with the top of my head. “What the fuck?” I managed, my first words spoken, if you’d like to call it that. I sounded like a munchkin, only quite a bit higher and thinner.

When I reached my vanity, I realized that the mirror was way above me. Chancing a fall, I climbed onto the chair. Not satisfied with that, I made it to the surface of the vanity, the high-arched mirror the perfect size for a full-length view of myself.

Everything was different, I realized. I was completely hairless, as I had already discovered. Missing too were my brows and lashes. But that wasn’t what caught my attention first. My ears were ever so slightly pointed. They reminded me of Arwen’s ears from Lord of the Rings, delicate and slightly pink.

My face too had changed. My chin was longer; pointed, and my eyes which were once a golden brown, were now a sparkling violet. Disappointingly, my once full breasts were all but gone, replaced only by a pair of puffy nipples. To be honest, the vision was startlingly pleasing to the eye, however shocking it was to realize that the strange creature staring back at me, was in fact, me.

“Now what?” I sighed, once again surprised by my tiny little voice. I ran a hand over myself as I watched in the mirror, noticing that my body was quite a bit more sensitive than it had been before. I couldn’t decide which was more fun to play with, my swollen little nipples or my clit, which seemed huge to me now. For whatever reason, that hadn’t seemed to shrink with the rest of me. It poked out from between my tiny labia like a little penis. That was a bit disconcerting, but it felt fantastic to play with.

Noises from the house brought me to attention, and whoever it was, my mother or my sister, there was no way I could let them see me. I climbed down from the vanity and ran to the window, startled by how quickly I had moved. It was going to be a fall, but the alternative was far worse.

To my complete amazement, I didn’t fall. I sort of floated to the ground, the grass seeming incredibly thick, even though it had just been cut, by me, a few days before. It suddenly occurred to me that I was an utterly naked, hairless creature standing between three houses with plenty of windows to go around.

Looking back to the forest, I knew it was my only escape. Someone would see me for sure, but as I began to run, I realized that my feet weren’t really touching the ground. “What the hell is this?” I screamed, as I grabbed the limb of a tree to stop my momentum.

That was when I saw her. Martine. She stood below me, naked as I was, and beckoning me down with her arms open. As I had from the windowsill, I allowed myself to float softly into her embrace, our slippery smooth skin together in a magic caress. “Welcome home, my little nymph.”

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