As you think of the majesty of centaurs, or the strength of Minotaurs, you suddenly look up to see a painting of a satyr and without really thinking say the word, "satyr."
"Aw interesting,"the headmistress replies. She then waves her wand and you find your seventeen year-old blonde self naked in the main office. Before you can think of covering your modesty you notice fast moving hair of a light brown shade begin to cover your lower body as your legs reform painlessly into those of a goat with wagging tail included. You even notice that your modesty is covered by a sheath and fur. You then feel a prick as two small horns jut out of your head, and you feel an itch as tufts of fur grow out of your elbows and upper forearms. The headmistress waves her wand again and a full length mirror stands before you. You notice along with everything else you've also grown a decent goatee and gained an increase in chest hair. You stare amazed at your new appearance in the mirror for about five minutes.
You turn on your new hooves and face the headmistress in a bit of shock. Finally you stammer out,"I didn't mean to pick satyr I was just remarking on the painting."
The headmistress looks at you intensely then quickly breaks into a laugh then says, " oh dear you should have something sooner. After you hold a form for a certain amount of time the change becomes permanent."
"Well how long is that?" you ask hoping you still have time before you're a goat-man forever.
"Unfortunately about five minutes," she replied. I wanted to say something I just didn't want to disturb you. You looked quite interested in what you had become. Well I wouldn't worry too much what's done is done. Besides I think you might love being a satyr. Here I'll lead you to your dorm and you can meet others of your kind who can help you with your new changes."
Without much of an option and stuck as a satyr you follow the headmistress out of the office hearing your new hooves clomp on the floors as you head to the satyr dorm to hopefully make new friends.