Page 21 of Rubber Duckie Shifter Next Door

“Follow me.” I climb out of the pool. Last thing I need is for Rachel to freak out, fall in, and drown while I’m duckied out and unable to shift.

She may be an amazing swimmer, but based on how she reacted the first time she saw me shift, I wouldn’t put it past her.

Once we’re safely away from any bodies of water, I turn to face her, knowing this is my last chance to change my mind.

The past few days have been amazing. Perfect. They could be that way for a long, long time. All I have to do is stay in my human form. Date her. Enjoy our time together. Pretend to be someone I’m not.

It feels wrong. So wrong…

I need her and the kids to know the real me. That way I’m not constantly tense, waiting for something to startle me and force me to shift, worried that I’ll freak them out and lose them forever.

Quit going in circles and duck the duck up!

That’s it. I’m doing this!

I take a deep breath. And shift.

Rachel shrieks.

I shift back.

She shrieks again.

I shift once more.

This time, she doesn’t scream.

She rubs her eyes, like she thinks she’s imagining things.

I shift a few more times, to make it clear this is real.

Eyes wide, voice hopeful, she whispers, “Whoa, those are some crazy special effects. Couldn’t you have given me some warning?”

“Not special effects,” I tell her, and shift once more.

When I shift back, she shakes her head. “There was an amazing magician aboard the ship last year, but she’s got nothing on you.”

I pull Rachel into my arms, press my lips against hers, and wonder how kissing her can feel so magical every time. Then, I shift.

My arms disappear from around her, and I duck at her feet. If that’s not going to convince her, I don’t know what is.

She kneels in front of me and pokes my side. “How’d you do that?” She looks around. “Where’d you go?”

Since I can’t talk in rubber duckie form, I shift back—and find her kneeling with her sweet little mouth in front of my crotch.

Fuck a double duck! A very hard double duck, because the duckie in my swim trunks springs to attention the moment he thinks he might get some mouth action.

Rachel’s eyes widen as she takes in my hard-on. She licks her lips.

I pull her to her feet before she decides to yank down my swim trunks and pretend rubber duckie shifters aren’t real.

Her cheeks flush. “How’d you pull off that trick?”

“You mean get a hard-on?”

She giggles. “I meant the magic trick!”

“It’s not a trick. It’s actual magic. I’m a rubber duckie shifter.”