First, Ty wished no one would ever notice the changes he made, unless he wished it so. Then, he focused on the class.
He saw Jimmy, a 16-year old, average looking teenager. Ty made his wish, and...
Jimmy's legs started to itch. He scratched at them absentmindedly. Fur was covering his legs, thick goat fur. The brown fur raced up his legs, up to his waist. He felt a slight pressure at the base of his tail bone, just above his butt. A fur covered satyr tail poked out of the top of his pants.
His feet started to feel numb. As he unconsciously continued to scratch his legs, Ty wished for his socks and shoes to disappear. Jimmy's toenails had turned black, and were spreading over his feet. His toes fused together, and the nail quickly covered them, now showing the fronts of his feet to be satyr hoofs. His thighs thickened and shortened, as did his calves, while his heel grew longer, cuasing him to shift his weight to his hoofs. Jimmy's legs were completely satyr.
His hair grew slightly more thick, as his ears started to taper to a point, receiving a small amount of fur at the point. Two horns protruded out of his hair, curving backwards.
He was now completely satyr. Ty wished all of Jimmy's clothes away. Jimmy, though with a slight 4-pack, wasn't very impressive. Ty quickly made a wish, and Jimmy's 4-pack quickly became a decent 6-pack. His pecs became more prominent, and his arms tightened with muscle.
Jimmy was now a total satyr, and neither him nor anyone else thought anything of it.
"Wait," Ty thought. "Something is missing. Ah!" A pan flute appeared in Jimmy's lap. Ty wished away the desk, as it was uncomfortable for Jimmy, and wished him a pleasant boulder to rest on. Jimmy sat on it, and began to play his pan flute. "I thought I told you to knock that off, Jimmy!" Mr. Moldreich scolded. "Sorry, Mr. Moldreich, I couldn't help it," Jimmy apologized.
"Hmmm," Ty thought. "Jimmy? How about, Jiama? Yes, much better for a satyr."
Now, for another change...