Looking about John spied a clothes rack bearing a large number of interesting costumes. He muddled through the lot, some being werewolves, as others reminded of some movie character, even one for Mister Ed. Anxious to see what his uncle had up his sleeve, John saw something that to him held a right sense of awe, it being a Satyr costume.
Plucking it off the rack, John eyed its neat and highly detailed leggings, the way it had Velcro straps that would adjust to anyone trying to get it on, no matter if they be thin or fat.
A quick gaze around and he saw a changing room, there he went and entered a stall that reminded him more of something found in a crude old wooden barn than a swank downtown shop.
Quickly, he removed his clothing, thinking to leave on his underwear, or did until he saw a paper tag pinned on the neckline; it stating that a wearer must be fully nude before trying to put on the costume.
John stopped his hasty plan to dress up and look like a gay satyr.
"How odd," he thought to himself, strange that the local health department would allow the reuse of a costume after someone being totally nude had wore it for even a one night fling.
"John are we getting ready?" Uncle called out from where he had taken up a stance on one tall pedestal overlooking the entire shop.
John plopped down on what really looked and felt like a common bale of hay. He began to apply over his toes the hard knobby cloven hooves, notating how there was a slot for each of his toes to insert into the hoof material.
Once toes were set, John began to hoist up the silky fur covered hind legging material, his hands becoming nervously shaking as he stroked the sensual fur, and felt the thicker shaggy curls that would soon adorn his thighs.
Pushing in his legs, and pulling up the tightening material along the length of each leg, John marveled at how it really did fit him like a second skin.
"John, I cannot wait all night, are you about ready to see what a wizard can do?" Uncle said, his voice sounding of a sense of urgency, as if by it being late in the day for an old man like him.
Leggings smoothed and covering about the lower regions, John began to tuck his maleness into where he thought it should go, only to discover there was a place for everything, and everything down there belonged proper in its own placing.
A struggle to hoist up and slip the costume into his groin, between each leg, and then tucking it smoothly over his buttocks.
The tucking the costume so tight up and over his butt made for the spreading of each buttock and the placement then of what felt like a real goat tail as it felt stuck to the end of his own spine.
"Coming, I am getting it on, but having some trouble getting smoothed out the wrinkles!" John called out from the dressing room, he was having some trouble but relished the extreme sensual feelings the costume granted him as he put it on over his body.
The torso section went on with remarkable ease, the sheer nylon material added dark tone color, and made his skin look like a rich sun weathered skin as if he were a true to life satyr from the wilds.
As part of the torso section was a thick tuft of fur that stretched along covering his spine from tail to where the costume would fit to cover his head and face.
Working feverishly, as from outside the changing room he could hear his uncle humming what sounded like a nervous and anxious little deedle.
The first sleeve had some of the nylon skin tone coloring, but along the backside of his arm from shaggy shoulders to his wrist ran a streak of thick fur.
He quickly slipped his other arm down its proper sleeve, giving a wiggle that shook him from head down to his rump.
"So sensual, the costume felt so rich and neat," John mumbled to himself, but loud enough to let his uncle hear him, and made the old man smile. It all fit and felt so nice like, John began to think he would wear it every day he worked in the costume shop.
Then the completion of the costume, the head piece, and it being much like a nylon bag covered partially with thick fur and having a under the chin addition of a cute goatee, only made his chin look as if the narrow chiseled type he had seen in pictures drawn of satyr males.
As he slipped the head covering up and over his own head, he felt his ears slip into small inner sleeves for them and the chin covering tuck itself snug; only to feel something swing loose and bump him about the cheek and chin.
Fumbling to discover of what he felt, John found as if part of the facial portion of the costume were some odd fitting that went inside his mouth, covering the front teeth, and puffing his lips lightly, the adaption gave him realistic looking teeth like those of a real goat.
A turning of his head had John feeling like the head piece had gained a considerable amount of new weight. His whole head felt as if much heavier, he turning to look into a mirror hung there in the changing room had him realize the sensation in a flash.
"Wow," John said with an odd slurring of the word, his big buck teeth contorting his speaking ability; but there on and as if part of his head were a massive pair of curving, large, black horns as if they were there for his personal defense.
Suddenly, John felt really aware of all that surrounded him, his ears heard the smallest of sounds, his eyes took in everything with much greater detail. He stood up on those cloven hooves, his feet set more upright and at a proper angle, making John think he had the real legs of a male goat.
So thrilled by all of this that John found and felt himself becoming aroused, his male member stirring within the costume.
The taking of a couple long stride steps on cloven hooves only added to the thrilling sensations. It added to his sensual arousal, John feeling something stir and stood looking down along his chest and belly, watching as from out a small perked fur covered sheath, came a hot pick colored goat shaft. it looking crude compared to his own smooth and circumcised maleness.
Inching outward from the perked sheath, the male member became longer, stout, and soon stood up with such stunning appearance, John took hold of it with both his hands.
"Holy crap," John screamed, as with his trying to throttle down the goat like male member of his costume, his touching of it notated to him as he could feel the thing as if it were his own shaft.
In haste John charged out of the changing room and stood below where his uncle stood on that pedestal, he waiting for his nephew to come with many questions.
"This should not feel so very real, how, how can this be happening?" John pleaded to his uncle, as how his face held a surprised and somewhat horrified expression; uncle saw this all and began to laugh.
"What the..." John began to say something, but stopped as uncle spoke a short rhyme and pointed down to his young nephew.
John felt a tingling sensation trace around and through his head, body, arms and legs.
"I, I feel so..." John began to speak of how he felt, but his uncle stopped him, he saying, "As I have for you a month of wild and lusty times, you shall work here as a satyr, enjoying your body and the touching others that come here shall wish to stroke your fur, and or tussle, play, and fondle what might rise to some occasion.
You are and have become an actual male satyr, part a man but mostly like a male big buck goat. Your gonads will govern your free time, and to this I must give you a parental reminder.
Pleasuring yourself as would a male satyr with men or other satyr types is allowed, and quite proper; but and however, if you begin to assault women, or find the affections of some nanny goat as your preferred thrill, then look out!
Per say you would fornicate with a female goat, your costume shall begin to grow, adding more fur and in due time before the month end I would send home to your parents a matured male goat worthy of being some 4-H entry at the county fair.
Further I warn you, the playmate delight of messing with women has its bad side for the likes of a true satyr male. If you are foolish enough to do this, then be ready, as your male member shall wither, testicles will dry to look like prunes, and what is male of you shall become female. A Satyress female is then what you shall become, and live there and after with a nymphomaniac desire for sensual pleasuring. a wild and insatiable lust shall fill your mind and body, wanting for things sensual, doing anything to get what you have this need, and never returning to home less your Satyress self infect others as it did to you!"
John stood there looking up at what he thought was his uncle, but felt oddly like the apprentice to some lurid minded wizard.