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Dr. Prescott shook his head, chuckling to himself as he stood over the lab table full of strange little objects encrusted with barnacles. The dive team insisted they'd found this stuff in the sunken ruins of Atlantis, but how could they possibly believe something so ridiculous? Atlantis was nothing but a legend!

Prescott set to work, gingerly pulling the stopper from a crusty bottle. Before he knew what was happening a silvery, salty-smelling fluid flowed out and he felt warm and tingling drops on the tiny bit of his skin that was exposed between his rubber glove and cleansuit. His head swam, his vision clouded with bubbles and his ears were filled with the churning sounds of the sea.

The next thing Prescott knew he landed with a loud, wet thwump on his sparkling blue fishtail, his heavy new bosom bouncing in his seashell bra...

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