All of the different creatures were interesting, but Derrick ended up heading over to the coffee bar and the faun. It was the safest-looking, the size and general appearance of a boy no more than 12 above the waist and some sort of shaggy black goat below. Despite the thick fur, an enormous ball sack hung down under what appeared to be a black animal sheath. The faun caught him looking and grinned, making Derrick blush and focus on a minotaur across the room.
"Oh, don't be shy, friend." A pleasant male voice made him turn to see the faun holding out a cup of red juice. Up close, the faun looked a little more mature, closer to Derrick's age, and sounded like he was in his late teens. "The whole point of coming here is to do what you want." The faun grinned. "With whoever you want, as whatever you want." He reached out and ran the fingers of one hands over Derrick's cheek. This made Derrick blush, but the teen liked the touch. "You'd make a good faun."
Derrick had to grin at that, even though he was still embarrassed by this attention. "A faun? And how would I go about becoming a faun?"
"The most popular method is sex with a another faun. Like me."
This made Derrick's eyes go wide. "Umm, I'm 15. You're older than you look, right?"
That caused the faun to laugh. "Quite a bit, I expect. Let's just say your country was not yet formed when I was born."
Derrick some mental math and then frowned. "Right. You are 240 years old?"
"No. Two hundred and seventy-nine. In October." The faun chuckled at Derrick's expression. "Most of us here are a lot older than you might expect. Though I'm one of the senior members. I think a couple of the minotaurs on staff are not much older than you, or weren't when they decided to be changed into bull men."
Derrick had to stare. "You're serious? I could be a minotaur, or a faun? For what? Like the whole vacation?"
"Or a nymph, or a centaur, or pretty much any other animal or so-called mythical creature you can think of." The faun waggled his eyebrows. "And it can be for a day, two weeks... or maybe many human lifetimes. Not every guest goes home after the vacation is over. I'll bet half the staff used to be humans."
"Uh, so how does that happen? I pick what I want to be?"
"Most of the time." The faun leaned closer, and Derrick picked up the scent of grass on his breath. "Sometimes, if we like one of the guests enough, we just take them."