Ms. Yannatou comes over, her scent seeming to make your changes move faster. Your nostrils flare, and your chin itches. You are able to tear yourself away from the alluring nymph and make your way awkwardly to a mirror in the back corner. Walking is difficult because of the unfamiliar structure of your goat's hindquarters and having hooves on the hard tile floor. One of the other boys helps steady you as you stare at your reflection. Your nose and lower mouth protrude slightly, nostrils more slitted, giving the impression of a goat's muzzle. And you have a thin goatee! The horns curling from your forehead are expanding into those of a ram, and your vision blurs momentarily as your eyes go from normal human to the yellow-gold, rectangular-pupiled eyes of a goat.
The boy holding you up stares in awe and obvious admiration, and then something more as his support turns into a sudden embrace and he kisses you on the mouth. Then he twists away, face flushed and stammering. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me!"
Ms. Yannatou chuckles as she comes to stand behind you. "That is perfectly normal. He is now a full satyr and is extremely sexually attractive to all humans. Being in contact with him makes his charms almost irresistible."
You feel a flush of heat and desire for the boy, who has not let go of you. Resisting, you turn to face the nymph. "I don't look anything like myself! Nobody will recognize me!" You find that even your voice is different, deeper and carrying a curious bleating quality.
Ms. Yannatou shrugs. "You must choose your future. You may change back to your former human self at any time simply by willing it. However, if you have sex with anyone or anything, or remain a satyr for more than 24 hours, the form becomes permanent. You will be a satyr for the rest of your life."