Exiting the Satyr glade you both hear the faint sound of a bell chiming. It is soft and seems to tell of it being part of a boundary, one that seals some inside and allows few to ever come out.
Freedom feels wonderful, you both run hands joined and being quite without your clothing, it is not long before people scream, and laugh, pointing at two who only see in their partner an expression of love.
Walking into one store, you ask if they have clothing for someone your size.
The store clerk comes and eyes Rachel first, licking his lips, he seems as intent on thinking sexual thoughts as did those horny satyrs.
"Yes, I have something to fit her, but for you, well I think you might try the farrier down the next street!" The sales clerk suggests, as he leads Rachel to the dressing room to try on some neat slacks and a ruffled blouse.
Feeling a bit insulted and wondering why you need go see a black smith farrier, you wait for the sales clerk to return.
Some time passes ans other walking into the establishment do eye you, one coming up and scratching your chin.
"You still here, I wish you to leave now, do as I say or I shall call for security, they deal with your type every day; they will put you where you can do some good!" The clerk grumbles, as from inside the dressing room you can hear Rachel groaning a very sensual sounding moan of great satisfaction.
You knock at the dressing room door, asking is Rachel is all right, or is something wrong.
She answers your calling, and says she is fine, asking then if you felt better.
"Better," you expound, I feel fine, never better, why do you ask if I felt better?" You ask, sounding offended by her question, as she tells you why she asked.
"The sales clerk made note how your legs looked as if growing a thickening coat of shaggy goat wool. I thought from that wine you might be reverting back to be like a Satyr, I do not want to walk beside a Satyr!" Rachel says, seemingly she knew something you had forgotten to check, but indeed she and the clerk both knew you were losing your humanity all over again.