You drowsed off, lulled by the winds, the shading of the tree, the warmth, the softness of the grass and the wonderful scents and noises around you. Even in your sleep, it feel absolutely extraordinary. Unconsciously, you turn around and inhale the amazing smell of the chlorophyll of the grass, flowers, leaves and that of the rich, black earth. All so warm in fertile in that summer. This near-eternal summer, it seems. As you feel engulfed in the wonderful nature, utterly unaware of what is happening, you transform some more. From the state of the young woman you were and which was distressing enough before you started sleeping as a previous young male, you regressed a few years, meaning you were now barely twenty and you become slimmer, daintier and with longer hair. Your skin became tanned a lot more and with an even greenish tinge. Your traits became more feminine, your eyes bigger and your lips pouty. You were now a wood nymph. If you had let your feet dip in a river or the sea, you would accordingly have been transformed into a water nymph, one of fresh or salt-water, also depending on the circumstances. Possibilities could have been varied but as it stood, you were now a wood nymph and when you'd wake up, well, it would mean another new set of things to get accustomed to. The mental changes were already worming their way into your mind, tunnelling through your human life and replacing what you liked with new interests and desires. In a few moons' time, you would take utter delight in botanical matters and singing and dancing amongst trees. All this would seem as the most normal thing in the world. You were so deep in your own transformations that you did not notice the shadow befalling on your delicate body as a creature approached it.
It was a satyr and he had come stealthily closer, as silently as he could. He was still youngish and he certainly thought himself so. He barely had a beard and no wrinkles whatsoever. He was muscular and tanned, proof of a healthy lifestyle spent in the sunny outdoors. He had a belly but it was tiny, nothing like the more elderly or greedy of his tribe. But this was his lucky day indeed, much better than finding mushrooms or juicy berries! A nymph! All alone and there for the taking! Nubile and young enough to fully satisfy his demanding satyr lust.! Her body! Utterly enchanting! Just looking at her make him feel his manhood bulge already, urgently commanding to be satisfied. And at once! And he had not even touched her body which he see would be soft to the touch! She breathed evenly, oblivious to the very close danger, while he pondered what to do exactly. Then, he smiled, his lust taking complete control of him.
You turned over, moaning. Something soft, incredibly soft, almost tickling, was caressing you. You blearily opened you eyes and woke up completely in fright! A guy was there! And not just any guy, he was half-goat! A satyr! And his leer full of lust clearly indicated that he meant to know you carnally, whether you liked it or not. He had been caressing you and you could see the huge lump wanting to burst into sight under his loincloth. Ugh!
"Now, now, calm yourself, my dear. You seemed to enjoy my talented caresses just before now, mmmh?" he said with a wide smile.
You tried to hit him but he was much stronger than you. Your muscles were now gone. You protested, saying you were a man but even in your own mouth this sounded plain ridiculous. He did not listen and kissed you everywhere, panting heavily already, groping you and caressing you evermore. He kept telling you you were gorgeous, the most beautiful, the softest and that your butt, boobs and crotch were gifts from the gods truly. He said he'd be proud to take you as his mate and to his hut in his encampment. He claimed he loved you all the way to Olympus. As you were still thrashing, he tried to reassure you by explaining you'd be happy once he filled your belly with lots of little satyrs, fauns and nymphs that would run around happily naked amongst his clan. He playfully spanked you, complimenting you in your butt, however it clearly excited him a whole lot more than you because he ejaculated, covering your thigh with his semen. You shouted out in disgust. Himself, however looked more embarrassed for himself than wondering the effect it had on you. But he kissed you and fondled you all the more and once you were spent uselessly fighting him, it was nothing for him to pick you up, hoist you upon his shoulder and proudly return yo his abode, all the while patting your butt cheeks with many whistles and not heeding the least your protests and fists upon his back.