The sun's warmth, a cool breeze from the northwest and his age he fell asleep. A dream last's but a moment, yet his was a full length movie.
Awaking he felt as if clothes nolonger fit. A feeling of being light on his feet and a strength and desire to run. Thoughts of lust and sexual delight made him sit up and look around.
Rolling up to his knees his pants slipped down to just above the knees. The cool breeze brought a new realization. A look down his chest and toward the groin offered a surprise. Not only was his chest puffed out but his cock and balls were missing.
Reaching for his groin in wild terror his hand was armed with black talons. The skin of both hand and arm was brownish and had a sparse gray fuzz growing all over. As he touched the groin a shiver of sensual delight shot through him as never before. Lifting his right leg into a crouching position he examined a slit where before he had maleness.
The groin was also covered with brown shin and a thick curling gray fur. His thigh was very thick curly gray and black fur covered. Then the fur thinned as it ran down long feet and feathered out above black cloven hooves. Peeling off his pants to see as much of the strange occurance, and then removing his T-shirt gave another chill.
Tits' he had a large furry pair of womanly' brests. As he touched the dark brown nipple a wave of sensual delight flooded over him again. Getting to his/her feet and trying sumize what all had changed he found more than expected. He also had a tail, a goat tail since to his gaze the womanly self was part nanny goat as well.
As she raised her arms in a harp like bow above the head and stretching the left wrist scraped a sharp object. Hands searching found two horns, very sharp and a foot long. Rooted deep in her skull the ribbed horns curved toward the rear of her curly furred head.
Feeling the weight of her head to be different she shook her head a found even more. Ears, long and pointed furred and mobile flapped as the head shook.
Standing with legs spread wide on hooves and covered in curly brown fur she stood every bit the sexy satyress' that ever trod the Michigan ground. The Northwest breeze offer a cool chill even though the sun was warm. Every fur folice moved and offered more sensual feelings' and a sex lust.
The male mind was being converted to a female lusting satyr. He didn't mind either and was enjoying his most sexual moments.
Then, ploop and a warm wet feeling on his forehead as he opened his eyes and found he had been dreaming. As he reached and touched his forehead a gooie mass laid on the forehead, "Ahh Bird Shit!"
Closing his eyes, the right hand went to make a quick swipe and remove the yuck. As his hand flicked the yucko off it hit a sharp object. Opening his eyes he slowly raised his head and to terror and selight he found himself a satyress'.