With a sudden tug, you were ripped out from the fizzy mixture, and thrown to the floor. Your body heaved, every breath a struggle. Your very flesh felt alive, tingling and itching all over.
“Glorious work girls,” announced Circe. “You two hun” she nooded at you.
Although you were yet to see it, your body changes had only now begun to settle.
All over your skin, it’s pigment shifted into a deep, yellowish tan. Of course there were your legs, large muscular goat hoofs layered in thick fur. However, your face had changed. Your features, whilst still retain ‘you,’ had now since changed. A blocky, thick nose. Long furry ears, and long and short, but wild sideburns. Your hair was all but a mess of wild hair, much like the rest of your toned body. Our arms and chest had a dark coating of thinly spread hair.
The two male saytrs again hoisted you to your hoofs, and dragged you away.
“Give that new satyr a towel. We can’t have that toxic stuff on him. You know what it does to us ladies,” Cires lauphed, her female brethren laughing.