When Mark came by the next month, he had more news about Andy. Apparently his satyr mate had had enough. It was not only the fact that Andy had borne him a daughter. The big stocky and burly satyr could get by that, though he was not happy. I wished for sons, but the other members of the tribe had explained to him that not being patient and understanding was just being wrong for everyone. The problem was that Andy hated his mate and shouts and fights erupted every day and every night. It was bothering everyone. And never hid his disgust oat the muscular satyr, his bulging muscles and his paunchy belly. So his mate had traded him. A minotaur living further away had himself traded a captured dryad from other lands who just wanted to settle down. The poor creature wanted her forced travels to be over and if the solution was to be the mate of a satyr, well, so be it. She did not mind raising the little female hybrid along with it. Andy's mate was fine and gave Andy to the minotaur, called Ironsteel - a bit on the nose in Jim's opinion - who took him away. News was that Andy had been transformed into a female minotaur, a chubby yet quite pretty one according to Ironsteel who bragged about the transformation to any who listened to him. Ironsteel lived miles and miles away, in great plains and raised cattle, appropriately enough.He claimed he'd paid a fortune for a potion that would give him a decent mate. It seemed Andy was fully female now, but Mark and Jim made a point to visit him. Inwardly, Jim felt guilty. HE was the reason the third wish - and the genie - was gone. Worse, he had deprived anyone else from making wishes and had brainwashed Mark, albeit indirectly. The poor mother of gillbabies simply did not realize it anymore, assuming this change was the best he could ever have hoped. So Andy's bleak fate was sort of his own. Maybe he should go and see if things were okay with Andy and maybe set things right if ever he was not.