Sitting for a while on the end of her bed she took inventory of her new sensual goatlike form.
Then a thought as she squirmed across the bed and peered out at the Budda still sitting on the window ledge. Bet' reached her hoofy ended fingers and cupped the idol in her hairy palms.
"Oh please Budda don't leave me as this God forsaken satyress!"
The idol still had a small grin to the lips and she felt her wish was now her curse.
Just then a noise at the far end of the room brought her attention to look around. Walking from the dark corner came a large male satyr in white shaggy fur. His large black horns stretched two feet above his furry skull. "Bet' my dearest I thought by your lusty wish this is what you wanted as your life, said the satyr."
"NO, your right I did ask to be like this after the big white goat touched me as I never was touched. YOU, that goat was you, said Bet."
"Yes I did come as the great white goat of your American country. I was sure that you would feel more at home as such a goat. Although if you wish to be a boney nag of a goat with an oversized udder I could do that too."
Bet' didn't know which way to turn. "I wouldn't mind being this tough mountain goat if I were all goat, but I would prefer to be my human self again too."
"A wish is your curse my dear you can't have it both ways, said the satyr. Tonight you must choose your future according to the wishing Budda."