"Baa, baa!" the call is clear you are now a goat!
Eyes see colors but not true to what you knew as a man. Grays and black, shadows, and bright white, in you thoughts your know your hairy self is blacker than the ace of spades. worse yet is that after just a few moments the idea of being a goat has you liking the fact.
The old woman eyes you and you eye her back in beastly definance.
As one walks the swaying of two furry balls hung in a long sac make for sensuality like nothing you knew when human. You sheath too giggles with every step and the tail has a mind of its own bringing you new thrilling sensations.
Speech is a real fault as bleating like a common goat has such limitations. The desire to speak one's mind is lost in this singular mode of speaking out.
The ears hear your voice and those of the others like you ans simular to you that mill about wondering if they too will ever behuman again.
Yet as you prance and jumpingly bound about the desire is to remain as a billy buck goat. Your inner self finds real satisfaction in feeling so free to do and act as you will. The rank scents which waft your way infect the instincts only animals know and feel.
It comes like a hammer hitting you on the head. The scent, a musky smell of female juices, and an odor of goat bodies like unto yours. The scent become heavy and ladden with suggestion to act in true beast like fashion.
You spot another, it is a she and offers her warm musky scent to fill you nostrils. Desire, a lusty sensation brings on thoughts of sex and the fullfilment of the most dark an beastly longings for being one's self.
With each step closer to her you shaft stands at the ready, out long stiffly rigid, hot and straining to be rammed inside the Nanny. Nothing else matters, not even the laughter of the old woman, you have a mission of personal feelings and a want of some deep satisfaction.
"I'm damned, oh God I do love it so!" says the new and willing billy goat at stud.