Lustful intentions began to fill your mind. Any body would do. Flesh was flesh, as your new Saytr instincts informed you. You fumbled awkwardly forward, taking sturdy steps into the Nymphs lake.
She was the truest definition of beauty, with various bramble, roots and pearly flowers littering her curling ringlets. You reach your hairy fist outward to her waist, you were so close. She then quickly took your hand and gently pushed it away from her body.
“My, you really are a saytr! What would your father think of you now?” She laughed sweetly.
“My f-father?” You whisper, still dazed by a pleasant yearning for the nymph.
She nodded slow and steadily, flashing a smile that sent shivers of delight down your body.
“I little spell has worked a charm on your,” She walked a pair of fingers up your muscular chest, scratching the mound of fur between and curing over your chest.
“Your spell?”
“My spell. I suspect, so long you understand, your father might look delightful with a pair of hoofs, and horns...” she gestured toward the edge of the river. Alex stood there, concern markable clear in his face. “I won’t satisfy your physical needs. I have already done so with my gift.” She gently patted your furry thigh.
“I don’t, I don’t follow...” You mutter, a haze clouding your thoughts.
Alex approached, placing a hand onto your shoulders.
“I have plans. You will spread my gift across your people. Especially your father. But first, I must gift you with the ability to change. Go. Make love and fortune in my lake. You will be blessed.” The Nymph smiled and stood back with admiration at You and Alex.