"Oh little one, I am not going to turn you to a babe. You've already passed beyond that point. Oh no no, Im going to make you a child of our people. With a little help."
Derrick blinked, not sure what she meant until he heard a rustling behind him. Turning he saw what looked like a tall, dark skinned young man with wild brown hair and eyes. From the waist down he had the legs and cloven hooves of a goat.
"Is this the youngling, hebe?" he asked.
"Yes, dearest pan, a little one for your flock." She said, pushing derrick forwards.
Pan inspected the boy. "A fine young faun you will make, young Derrick."
"faun? No! Im a human, an adult not a kid! Let me go!" Derrick said.
Pan smiled in a gentle way that made Derrick feel suddenly at east. "But...dont you want to laugh and play? To never grow up again, to just have fun?"
The words wiggled their way into Derrick's mind. He was having trouble remembering being a grown up now. His body was filling with a strange, pensive energy. Pan clopped into the waters and they changed hue. "Relax young one..." He commanded. And Derrick did.
He was tilted back in the huge satyr's arms. Held gingerly to Pan's breast. Pan worked his magic as his hands combed through Derrick's hair. Mud flowed as his hair darkened, kinked and curled. Next his ears were pinched, coming to points. HIs nose was kissed, and it flattened a bit, freckles dotting his face. Derrick could feel himself shifting, changing on a fundamental level.
He tried to fight it. "Im a human....hu....man....man? No...im not a man...Im a boy...a faun...no...I...." He looked down as he felt his legs shifting to the beautiful furry haunches of a goat, he lost the memories of having toes as his feet became cloven hooves. For a moment his last bits of humanity fought...and then faded. He looked up and saw Pan, saw his father, holding him. He hugged the huge satyr as the elder nodded to hebe. "The others will soon join in their own way...thank you Hebe."