You stare at the signs. None look good. You are a male. Well, used to be. How will these creatures react to you being a former male, now in a very attractive woman's body? They might see you as a traitor, a disgusting liar and reject you forcefully. Who can tell who is who on this island? How many people are now transformed? Into what creatures? Is there anyway to reverse this? Probably not, or everyone would have seized the chance to become human again with their right sex if needed and left as fast as they could. How many people have been transformed AND forgotten themselves? That thought is utterly terrifying. What if you forget you were male and think being a female with the right according crotch is completely normal? Already urinating, which you will have to eventually do, sounds revolting. Ugh! Already you had started to think of these satyrs as attractive, if a little rustic. Actually... Thinking back to these goat-men with a pungent scent and overflowing pheromones makes you feel all tingly down there. And remembering their enormous monstrous penises, gorged with blood and the semen pumped by those massive swinging testicles that demanded all to only be ministered and squeezed and... You gasp, snapping out of it. You're wet down there! You're actually aroused by other guys! Big hairy guys, even! How have you gotten so enthralled by male virility? What's wrong with you? Yet now that these satyrs are back in your mind, you can't get them out of it. You want them. You want to feel their hands caressing you and touching you. You want their kisses. And more than anything, you want their dicks. Flustered, flushing and hot, you speed back across the maze. Screw that minotaur and his help! You know where you want to go! And even you are sweating a bit, still flustered and a little disheveled when you see them at last and come up to them, the satyrs are only smiles.
"Well, well, sweetie... Coming back for a night of sweet love?" grins one of them.
You nod. Oh yes, you are ready.