Todd stepped up to Madame Illusia and asked for the ability to transform himself, and those who tasted him to have the ability to become Satyrs. Todd could imagine he and his Fraternity brothers revelling around a bonfire, their hooves stomping, cocks engorged, and getting drunk until the sun came up. It was his dream, and he would be willing to do anything to get it.
"It can be done, Todd" Madame Illusia said to him "I can give you that ability. By thinking of what you wish, those who you bless, can become a Satyr at will. Enjoy, young faun."
Todd paid Madame Illusia, and felt a warm glow inside of his body. His hairless chest began to itch underneath his white T-shirt, and he could see it greying as a mass of thick, curly, black hair began to grow underneath. The fabric on his T-shirt strained as his biceps grew against the sleeves, filling them out nicely. His jeans got tighter as his dick became larger, forming a large bulge in the front. His legs itched as well, and he imagined they would be covered in thick hair.
"I won't transform you the full way, Todd, or people might think you quite odd as you walk home tonight. I'm sure you'll be happy with your body until you can find a safe place."
Todd thanked her profusely, and began the walk home to begin the night's fun.