I reached out my right front leg to steady myself as I stood on those new goat legs. My head felt heavy and I circled it around on my neck till my horns caught the wood rail of the stall. Working loose my attention turned toward my maleness. Although my chest had become that of a hardy male goat I could just see a long black haired sheath attached to my lower belly. As my stance waivered I saw a pair of hairy baseball sized globes swing between my goat thighs.
I felt a sense of delight in the very fit feeling of this goat form. A longing to go out to the farm pasture and graze, 'GRAZE' No I'm me I'm a man....' The thought seemed to be lost in the sunlight as I strolled out of the barn.
The sensation of walking on hoofs and all fours as my head bobbed, and my balls swung, my tail wagged, and the morning air blew over each new hair on my body. The human mind was burried beneath the river of sensual feeling and naked delight.