The woman came closer as I backed away until feeling my back against the horse stall gate.
"You, you never get the chance to steal from me, but work instead here to repay for what you thought to steal," said the old and haggered looking woman.
I stood frozen in fear and with a mind so befuddled I dared not to make even a move toward escaping.
This old woman raised her arms and called a name that sounded like "Oze do my binding, make of this being that of something proper to help me on my farm, as working and helping, and at my beckoned call."
I blinding star of white light stood separating me from that old woman so filled with hate and distrust of any who would dare to come and tread upon her little farm.
A burning white hot and boiling like ball of light hovered between us, as the old woman chuckled, she talking to the ball of light, but it as far as I could hear and know remained silently floating in the air.
So bright I covered my face with my hands, as the beams of light felt like burning intense rays of a summer sun.
Then POOF, and with what felt like a large balloon popping, a hot wind engulfed about me and the bright ball vanished as fast as it had come.
The brightness then gone, I opened my eyes to see me face to face with that old woman, she I knew was but a powerful witch.
"Oze has done my bidding, you remain here in the barn until I return and show you of your duties." She said to me, and walked away, as I stood there for a moment dazed, pondering as to what she would do to change my future and maybe my personal fate.
A quivering shiver announced to me how from the manly form I came there as, I was not any-longer male, or even completely human, but stood stunned to see myself as a blend between a sexy looking woman and some ruddy form of a nanny goat.
My hands had narrow and longer fingers, though hairy as was the rest of my entire bodily form. Some places the hair hung in shaggy clumps, as about my belly, rump, and shoulders.
An odd sense of welcoming myself to joining the animal kingdom came as I began stroking the sleeker and slender tapering of a body made for luring men to their doom and delighting me as I would do as the witch so desired.
Goaty hoofs adorned my feet, as I walked with long strides then using very goat like legs, and working my hocks rather than they being as heels.
I gazed down, taking due note of graceful and tapered breasts like those of a woman, but seemingly quite tender and supple, with puckered nipples that begged for someone to suck.
Horrified to some extent, but in as much the drastic change caused me to find my changes as something desirable, lusting to realize the fuller picture of what I was, me then as some Satyress maiden.
Moments ago I stood before that witch as one retired man in his late fifties. Yet my entire body and mental awareness changed, causing me to want this bodily form, longing to be helpful, but having a deep intent on molesting men to a doom worse than mine.
The passing thought of personal horror had me say aloud, "Oh God Help Me," but no sooner spoken then I laughed at it, feeling as if what this spirit Oze infected me with was something I what long since!