Lowris paused a moment, then pulled off the metal charm around her neck with an overt expression of disgust. She had heard that voice often enough to know its source, despite the altered visage. Why Lowris had gotten to know this trouble-prone adventurer and her ramshackle party so well Lowris would never figure out, but they showed up often enough that they knew who Lowris really was. Returned to her original appearance, Lowris glowered at the nervous satyr in front of her, who did not appear surprised at the change.
"Renia! What the devil did you get yourself into this time?!" Lowris snapped, circling the short and pudgy satyr. Curly long red hair surrounded a balding pate varied only by two small horns jutting up. Fur-like hair also covered the bottom half of the body, which ended in small cloven hooves. Of course, above that lay a long, hairy tail and a rather aroused phallus.
"I didn't do it on purpose, I swear!" Renia pleaded, her usually cute demeanor rendered useless by the licentious male appearance she now wore. Her expressions, which evoked pity when on her original face, now made Lowris grimace. "We found this old temple, you see, and in the ruins of the monastery cellar were these unopened vats of wine...and...well..."
"Where're Tysel and Ovie?" Lowris grumbled, massaging her forehead. "Did they get transformed too?"
"Uh, well...no...just me...I couldn't resist..." Renia's goatish voice trailed off and got smaller. "But it was really great wine! I think maybe we can sell it for--"
"Fine, fine!" Lowris barked. "Just stand still and shut up!"
Renia complied, but could not prevent her satyr eyes from roving over Lowris' body in a more than familiar manner. Lowris studiously ignored her, focusing determinedly on analyzing the transformation.
"It looks like..."