"I pick to become a satyr," you say without hesitation.
"Oh? Are you sure?" says the minotaur.
He is not utterly surprised but perhaps a bit startled at such a quick answer from you.
"That is feasible indeed. But why do you want to become a satyr?"
"Because I don't want to stay a chick and even find it normal! Even now it's unbearable! I don't want to receive dicks! I want mine back! And my balls too! I miss them and I don't want to forget that I missed them one day! I don't want to be dying to get my vagina filled by all sorts of filthy creatures all around! It would be madness! To embody the very definition of a nymphomaniac... Ugh! I still know how wrong this is and be thoroughly disgusted by it but later... If I have to stay a sex-crazed creature, then I might as well be a satyr. I'll remain male and have humongous testicles and a penis to boot. I can drink wine and have sex as a dude all day long. I can eat and have intercourse without shame and live a delectable life for all eternity. What's not to love about it? It's a guy's ultimate dream!"
"Yes, I see how you might think that sort of reasoning. But you understand that profound thoughts as a satyr shall be near impossible as the transformation sets in. You will think only of your basic needs. Your stomach and your sexual urges, in short. Is it acceptable, for you?"
"Yes! Better to stay male, even as a satyr. I cannot be worse than being a woman, nymph or not."
"It is your choice, after all," agrees the minotaur.
The creature mumbles a few words of power and you get enveloped in pure magic, sensing your body altering itself. You know these changes, although uncomfortable and painful, will be your way to remain yourself, even if your psyche will nonetheless change as well. And a satyr's life is very comfortable, enjoyable and carefree, if certainly not intellectual.