Peter and Circe were making their way back after unleashing not only Werewolf Nick, but the two cat boys on the public to start changing people.
She heard someone running up behind them and they both turned suddenly. Peter took a defensive position to protect Circe. The person running up to them was a teenage boy, no older that sixteen or seventeen.
"I saw what you did," said the boy.
"What's your name, boy?" asked Circe.
"Michael," he replied.
"Well, Michael, I figure you wouldn't come after me unless you wanted to be changed too. So, what shall it be?" she asked.
"I do like the look of your Minotaur," he said. "I like mythological creatures."
"Yes, he is a fine specimen," she said. "Come with me, my son, we will find a form that suits you."
She placed her arm over his shoulder and led him back to Spelstorm Manor.
Circe and Michael walked up the steps and through the front door. Peter took his post on the porch, guarding the house.
Circe and Michael walked into the living room.
"I want you to strip," instructed Circe. Michael quickly took off his clothes, including his underwear, revealing a skinny, slightly toned body. "Since you stated you liked mythological creatures, I have the perfect one for you."
"What is it?" he asked.
"Well, I wanted it to be a surprise, but I'm going to turn you into a satyr," responded Circe.
"Oh wow," he said and braced himself for the transformation. Circe gave a flick of her wrist and with that, the changes started.
At first, Michael didn't notice any changes, and then it he realized that his previously hairy body was slowly gaining more and more hair. Not just on his legs, but all over.
"Wait a minute, this doesn't seem right," said Michael.
"Well, that's where artists got it wrong. Satyrs have hair all over, not just their legs," replied Circe.
Michael watched as the short, light brown fur grew in thick all over his body. His feet stretched out, his toes fusing, becoming hard hooves. He felt his ears stretch out, coming to a point. He felt his horns grow out and curl around each side of his head. He grew out a little nub of a tail just above his butt at the end of his spine.
Michael checked himself out in the mirror in the hall. His hair had gotten longer, going down to his shoulders and his face was framed by a thick beard covering most of his cheeks and chin. He had also gained a decent amount of muscle mass. He was taken aback by how prominent his horns were, but liked them.
There was something stangely alluring about the way he looked, he couldn't put his finger on it.