"Hi, Ben - you're missing the fun!"
You don't recognize him at first, since he now has a beard over his previously clean-shaven features. And his pale-grey eyes are now brown. But the balding head and voice are unmistakable - it's Dick.
He looks different in other ways, too. His ears are pointed, he has horns protruding from his forehead, his unclothed body bears a coat of woolly hair around his groin and upper legs, and his 'knees' are now on the back of legs that end in small hooves. Yup - he's now a satyr.
"Dick...!" you groan.
"Hey! Don't feel sad for me, buddy! It was scary for a while, for me and my new friend, Anarosa - but now we're free to play around as much as we like! And as I understand it, everyone back home will forget we ever existed."
"Rachel's with the others, in our glen, right now. We've having a party there," Skye coos to you. "Soon, she'll have her fondest desires met - and become our sister. She'll forget all about her lies about having a sexual disease - and will abandon herself to our ways."
"That's right - only Rachel wanted you to be at the party, too." Dick grins. "You can become our brother, as well, Ben! You won't want to be 'normal' again, once you've been changed."
"No! Get out!" You whack the satyrs with the pillow. Skye just smiles, and together, they hold you down against the bed.
"You already belong with us... You drank our wine." Skye's eyes flash with mischief. "Here, let me show you..."
Skye grabs hold of your head with both hands, and presses her lips on your mouth. She French-kisses you, then - with Dick holding both your arms down, Skye nuzzles your chest as she climbs onto the bed. Her hands work their way down your naked torso, stroking and teasing you -before tearing your boxers apart, with a display of strength.
Your heart begins to thump madly - then you cry out in shock, as hair rapidly sprouts from your thighs, groin, and upper legs, turning into a dense growth of dark wool. Your spine stretches at the bottom, providing you with a small tail - and the structure of your legs and your shrinking feet change altogether. Soon, you are left with a pair of goat's legs and hard hooves. Pulling your arm free, you feel your ears, now pointed, twitch in agitation. There is pain as two horns erupt from your forehead.
How can this be happening? Skye hasn't even taken advantage of your enhanced manhood, yet...
"There, that's better." Skye raises her head and feels your now-hairy chest. "Come to the glen with us, brother. Rachel will be your first conquest!"