Your brain shouts at you to run. To run far away in order to make sense of it all. After all, you not only have the body of a woman but one that would be considered the epitome of sexiness. You're a hottie, your curvy body leaves no doubt about that! But you need to process all this, of course and you require time ands peace for this. You have boobs and a vagina now and coming to terms with being enamoured with your new body will not be easy, not to mention its new technicalities and a possible way to reverse this whole mess! So the time is to run fast, now! To find a secluded place to decide what to do next! Find help, any sort! But...
But these satyrs still hold your gaze. And your sense of smell too. Sure, they stink and are definitely male but... Under the sweat and perspiration, there is a musky scent you cannot but help finding enticing and rather enthralling. You're not homosexual and yet you found these goat-like men extraordinarily handsome. And their virile members! Their testicles! Bursting with health and virility! Of fresh sap! Of semen promising new life and about to fill your womb whole, the building blocks to start a new life! All these satyrs were beautiful, healthy and strong males! Perfect mates! Amazing stallions! And you... You were a lovely broodmare! Any children from a union with any one of them would promise beautiful and healthy babies! You did not know if your new nymph mind was thrusting these thoughts into you but one thing was certain, they invaded your mind increasingly and losing your male human scruples in the process. These remaining thoughts washed away when a young strapping satyrs embraced you and kissed you fully on the lips. That did it. You answered in kind and made ready for a full night of pleasures. And you all delivered.
All through the night, you accepted the advances of the satyrs and fulfilled kinks that made you moan in pleasure and giggle with fun and delight. The satyrs learned quickly what turned you on, all your kinks and erogenous spots. And these satyrs were open-minded, no one could deny them that. They kissed, tickled and caressed you tenderly and you did the same. Stroking and kissing their penises came amazingly naturally and your vaginal muscles squeezed their virile members at each of their thrusts, pressing them until they were slick with your own wetness. Their ejaculation promised gametes to prove your own fertility. Their body hair reeked of effort, lust and will to copulate. It was animalistic yet enticingly musky and pleasant. Your new labial lips hugged the penises of your mythological lovers as much as your arms did their bodies. Your sensitive clitoris was stimulated expertly and the forest rang with moans of utter delight. Your entire body was one single bundle of nerves ready to be excited. So when everyone was satisfied, you were all exhausted, you most of all. You were happy for the baby that was just started being made and you could not imagine liv ing without these satyrs anymore. The idea of being a simple human male anymore. Life as a nymph seemed much, much better. Less hassle, more simple pleasures. Thus under the stars, moon sand trees, you slept on, ready for your new life.