Whatever that serum is turning me into, it's something hairy. In the weeks following the injection I've noticed a widespread increase of my body hair. About three months after my rescue my legs had grown a healthy covering of thick fur that spread from just below my naval down to the tops of my feet. When I woke up on the fourth month my feet were no longer human, instead they were replaced with a pair of dark cloven hooves. My legs had reformed into bipedal goat legs. I noticed that my manhood had made its way into a thick furred sheath I could slide my somewhat enlarged member from freely. It was clear I was becoming some sort of goat. Molly worked hard to kept me isolated, forbidding me to go into the public. Honestly, it felt pretty good to liberate myself from the need to wear pants or shoes over my powerful furred legs. The isolation gave me time to really examine what I was becoming. The following month I had grown a pair of prominent horns that curled back towards my ears which themselves had become far more animal like. My senses of hearing and smell had greatly improved as well. By month six my elongated ears had their own fur covering to match my legs. Everyone outside thought it was only a matter of time before I would begin to change completely into a quadrupedal goat. I knew better though. Along with the changes to my body and senses I could feel a power, or a magic grow inside of me. I didn't know exactly what that magic was or what I could do with it, but I felt it flowing though my body none the less. I knew I wasn't becoming a normal goat.
"I'm a satyr," you say to yourself with certainty, "but why would they turn me into this?"