She holds the card up, and clears her throat before reading it aloud.
“You’ll have lots of fun this Satyrday Night.” She smirks. “Weird, it spelled Saturday wrong…”
Josh, Kenneth, and Jill watch in rapt fascination as Allison’s playing token develops horns, pointed ears, a small tail, and goat’s legs.
Marcus watches in amazement as Allison began sweating profusely. Her modest chest swells, her breasts growing too big for the bra holding them, until they hear it snap. The firm mammaries push her shirt high up and forward, exposing the bottoms of her bare waist, and the slight hint of fur that was poking through the top of her jeans.
“Allison, did the card spell “Saturday” with a “Y” in the middle?” Josh asks.
The changing girl nods, struggling to loosen her jeans as her ankles stretch to impossible lengths. Sharp cloven hooves puncture her sneakers, one of which rides up her left leg as it reshapes.
Jill’s eyes bug out. “S-a-t-y-r...Shit! She’s turning into a satyr?”
Allison groans at a sudden pressure in her temples. She clutches her forehead as two curling horns bloodlessly part her flesh, spiraling up and back.
Marcus betrays concern, more so than usual. “Allison? Are you feeling okay? I mean, other than the obvious?”
She is oblivious to him, her attention focusing on the pointing and furring of her ears, and the expansion of her coccyx into a furry goat’s tail. She feels her blond hair curl and lengthen to a waist-length mane of brown locks. She blinks, sensing her irises change from green to a rich forest brown. Her vision blurs, clearing only when she removes her glasses.
Marcus takes her hand. “Allison?”
She feels like herself, almost. An urge to drink, dance, and have lots of sex flutters through her mind. She sees her reflection in a mirror, surprised at how strangely…alluring she looks. She’d never thought of herself as beautiful, maybe just a little pretty. Now, though…she wasn’t human, but she was beauty in a strange new way.
“I’m fine,” she says, in a slightly huskier tone, before kissing Marcus on the cheek.
Josh’s face betrays a skeptical look. “You sure?”
The satyress nods. “Let’s keep going. We need to finish to change Kenneth back. I mean, Kenneth and me.”
Everyone, including Allison, wonders if that was just a slip of the tongue.