Your mind is indeed pulled apart by your conflicting desires. First, you now have the body of a nubile and extremely attractive girl, presumably in her early twenties. That is already disturbing enough for your poor male brain. Moreover, your feel different wishes pestering you. You fell attracted, deeply so, to the satyrs pursuing you. You cannot avert your gaze from their bulging testicles and impressive virile members. To feel those deep inside you... Your new vaginal muscles are already aroused, clenching and squeezing on empty air, resulting in a deep sense of frustration that is most annoying. You are not even homosexual! So why are you so enticed by their pubic hair, chest hair and general pilosity? Even their goat-like parts, like their horns and hooves, seem shiny, muscled and a magnet for embraces and kisses. Watching these satyrs until the end of times seems the most pleasant way to pass entire years, in fact. Men to satisfy you and bestow you with their virile eminence. And you can satisfy them plainly too and admire their bodies closer. After all, being touched, kissed and embraced is what you skin desperately wants to at present, tingling and transmitting its desires to the rest of your body. But... But you're a man! You've been transformed into a woman! You need to find a quiet place and figure out how to reverse this! You cannot live suddenly with boobs, a vagina, a uterus, a whole new set of reproductive organs and an entire series of new jiggly parts! You need to process all of this! Not be overwhelmed by new sexual urges! You need to find help!
Alas, you've spent so much time deciphering what to do next that you started hesitating in your run. Understandably so but thereby pushing yourself upon your new fate. As you were hesitating, a satyr grabbed you and heaved you, planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek and calling you his "dearest". Your face scowled but your body became like putty. And it remained so as all the satyrs had their way with you. As wave after wave of pleasure went through you, you forgot the last thoughts your male human mind tried to shout out at the rest of your brain. They were experts at figuring out your most erogenous spots and weak spots. With them you experimented new things. And truth be told, they were sweet and patient, only thrusting and pounding into you when you were excited and lubricated enough, which occurred soon. They kissed, tickled, spanked and caressed you to your heart's content, and your crotch was very receptive indeed to their talented ministrations. Soon your vagina was satisfied, as much as you were, as it finally got to squeeze a penis and be further lubricated by its ejaculation. You fondled testicles and kissed and nibbled virile members, relishing in their sweat and primal and animalistic sweat. Sweet scents indeed. It was tender love, a pleasure for both partners, as the hours wore on and you lost yourself in the new delights these satyrs provided. Being a nymph was not bad at all! And between your looks and all the semen your womb was showered with, you could only be certain that the future life you'd hold would be a beautiful nymph like you or a strong little goat baby like his father, whomever it might be. It wasn't important anyway, as satyrs obviously lived together and shared everything. So when the love-making and mating halted, all of you happy but exhausted, they took you to their village and you followed, incapable of imagining another life for yourself. Besides, a life with pleasant others, with simple needs and activities, in a happy community that loved drinking, love, feasts and simple pleasures, a community of bons vivants, would be better than any life humans could offer.