Your prize is other than what Warren might think is something neat and better than he could imagine.
Swallowing down the contents of this small bottle, comes with a surge of body heat, it warming you from the depths of one's soul to the tips of fingers and toes.
Giddy, you stand there and with nimble fingers, work fast to unbutton and disrobe all that covers what shall soon burst with devilish delight.
Giddy turns to insatiable laughter, you cannot stop laughing the sensation makes you feel so very fine.
Warren stops his own enjoyment, he stands wide eyed and gawking at you, your face and body seem ablaze with bestial change.
Blue eyes change to golden yellow colored slits that twinkle in the light.
Proud and then naked you stand and stretch hands high in the air, legs spread and up on your tiptoes to eek out every inch of bodily length.
A deep breath inhaled and you scream forth delighted with what is happening, tickled to the very fiber of your body, as a human being begins to cease being a part of humanity.
Stretched in body to near snapping in two pieces, your excitement turns to a moment of horror as from every inch of skin sprouts forth tiny hairs.
Hair grows and grows, but what has sprouted you discover is fur, some short and some shaggy.
Dumbfounded you give an anxious wondering look at Warren, he shrugging his shoulders and gives you the California one finger salute.
You are on your own now, can't expect any help of compassion from a friend.
Amazingly to you the sensations that flood in and out and all around your body give off nice feelings. The fur that covers you from head to toes seems a big thrill, but being so thrilled comes an arousal, as a building erection juts forth from under the shaggy fur that covers your belly.
"Gosh, you exclaim seeing what you had and now have, a dark red colored shaft protrudes out into the air. It has lost that dull circumcision and stands with a flared knot at the end, narrowing down a mite, and then flaring bigger and with massive girth when it comes to the sheath.
"Wow," you have a sheath to house this monster shaft!
Monster like indeed, it extends a good eighteen inches out from the sheath, standing upward, and so sensual you moan with pangs for trying it on some willing and wanting female.
Giddy to the extreme you begin to dance a jig, until from the sound that echoes you note not human toes, but neat black cloven hooves are what supports you uprightly.
"Hey look at me," you call to Warren, but he has fled the scene of a friend changing to become some satyr goat creature of wild and sensual proportions.