Mr. Morrison stayed in the kitchen, he sitting at the table and continued to eat him meal. As he munched a smirked grin came across his lips and made him laugh. He was sure their argument with his dear wife had culminated as forced her to suggest he would wish for her to become as what he liked so well to read and fantasize. He just sat there waiting for what he expected to happen when the wife took a look at herself in the bathroom mirror.
Bob waited while listening, he heard the upstairs bathroom toilet flush. He heard then what sounded like one of his sons stomping around on the hardwood parquet floors he personally installed some eight years ago. Yet all remained silent and that began making him worry about his wife. He started to squirm in his chair, not sure what her blundering wish the Medallion might do, or could it rationalize what he knew he liked to dream of sticking his penis inside and enjoying the heat.
The sound of slow moving heavy footsteps coming down the oak stair steps on the stairs suggested his Misses was returning to her kitchen.
Bob took another fork full of casserole into his mouth and looked up, as toward the archway leading from the kitchen to the rarely used formal dinning room. It was then when she, his wife said, "Honey, dearest, I thinking something has happened and it is not making me feel proud. I did not take my Valium, but stopped when I looked into the bathroom mirror. I hope you will be understanding, and help me cope." Mrs. Morrison said, as she meagerly acting stepped from the dinning room, entering the brightly lighted kitchen.
Mr. Morrison, or Bob about choked when what he saw come to stand there before him, she acting as nervous, his dear wife being naked.
"What the hell," Bob exclaimed, as he sat there and felt mesmerized by a dream fun fantasy standing there in the flesh. "Oh dearest, I sat there and wondered about what we argued about, of how you said a wish, and having that magical Medallion there in your blouse pocket, well...! Ah well, it heard the word "Wish," and went from there to cause a creating of what it heard said. Come closer, let me see what all has changed." Bob said, but his misses was feeling a profound sense of humiliation.
His Misses then stomped her left cloven hoof hard on the kitchen floor. She said then, "I know what I said, and see as feel what that Medallion decided was the essence of my thoughts and words. It made from me your fun fantasy. I am now the true essence of your wild orgies with satyrs, and Me now being as a female satyr creature. I love you, indeed I do now and feel a drastic need in me to let my sexual self become for you as your wondrous wild fantasy. I must admit the fact that I made a wish and that Medallion heard me. In the short few minutes of my leaving the kitchen and going upstairs to the hall bathroom, It changed me. This is the new me, as one of those sexy half goat playmates who stirs your soul and genitals to feel your need to masturbate.
Dear, look at me, I am slimmer, with young, as firm, tapered breasts. See here my breast nipples are stiff and fully aroused. See the fur, goat wool, it encircles my navel and covers me from there down to my cloven toes. I have a goat's tail, my butt cheeks are spread wide, my anus and labia stand open to the light for any horny buck to see, sniff, lick, and send me into an erotic euphoria. I am half woman and half a doe goat, and as my religion would say I was now evil, I find this as being wonderful.
Do not say anything, let me model for you what I am and how I like being for you as a female satyr.
Look at my brunette hair, as it now naturally has a rolled curl to the long ends. As under my long head of hair I grew goat ears, and see here, on the peak of my forehead, see these bumps, as I am sure they are soon to sprout my horns. I feel more than horny, as wildly eager for some penis to side up inside of me, to feel a penis, or cock as thrusting, moving deep. My body pulses with lust, and look here, in my crotch, I have a goat udder. You could now suckle my teats and my tits, oh hug me please!"
Bob stood up and stepped to meet as hug his dear wife, and felt her fuzzy hand take hold of his hand and guide it to where she wished he would finger fuck her weeping labia.