"Some wiser man than I once told me never to make up my mind when angered! This is very true, for when one does the passion of giving evil for evil clouds the concience and one can make a bigger fool of one's self."
The man told me to strip of all clothes. To stand naked in a pentagram dotted with burning candles. To hold my arms out in front of me, stand on tiptoes and be as calm as possible. All this I did as he read the strange latin words from the old volume.
He called on powers from before the beginning of time. One strange name after another was pronounced and like the distant roll of thunder it felt as if I shoke with each word.
The fear I felt when crumpled down in a ball of pain on that men's room floor now seem small to me somehow. I was not in pain but the fear of what I was doing or taking part in, was beginning to strike home. My training and even high school or college never offered any reason to study latin. Yet some words played in my mind as I heard them spoken.
A tingle here and a tingle there made me almost smile as the thought of getting even with those dirty bastards. I tried to smile but felt my lips stretch but in an odd fashion. My toes stopped hurting from the stance. My legs felt of great agility and power, while the strange goings on began to make me get a hard.
"Don't move, or change your stance till I'm done or we will have some trouble from the spirit worlds!' taunted the man at me.
A slip on my toes on the wooden floor I tried to get a better balance as the spell was being worded, on and on. To this very day I wonder if it was me that lost my balance or the spell which was not the right one for my chance to get even, but suddenly I fell foward.
A ka'thunk as cloven hooves hit the wooden floor and the man cursed at me. I open my eles and looked about at all the candles now out and whisps of smoke trailing into the air.
A look toward the man saw his anger on what was once a friendly face. I stood quiet and in hope that all was as planned.
"Damn It, you fell over and outside the pentagram. The spirits were angered and increased the flux of change. Can you still understand me Major?" asked the angered man.
An answer bounced about inside my head but when it fled my mouth it sounded even to me as a goat bleating. I stood stunned and quiet.
"I was about done when you tipped over and fell forward outside the protection of the fire and line. The spirit was displeased and increased the flux. Major, you are now a full male buck goat! Do you understand me? Your a goat in body and unless you get one of those men to accept the curse, and join you as a goat, the goat will overpower your mental self and I will have a fine new buck goat." suggested and asked the man.
The odd feeling of standing as if born to this position gave me a still stranger yet desire to remain a goat. Shaking my head made ears flop about and the weight of two big horns sprouting my head gave me an odd feeling of supremacy. A beastial shiver ran down my spine all the way to a foot long shaggy tail.
A step forward, then another, soon turning in circles I walk looking at myself and feeling very pleased.
"Major, don't give in so quickly! The spirit would be very happy if you simply accept the goat as your true self. If you do, if you accept this body you can never be a man again! You, your life as a man will be over and in a few week the sexual lusts and animal instincts will erase the memory of who, what, and everything you were. I know this well as my daughter, poor girl, found the book and thought to play a trick on her girlfriend. She made herself a true copy of an Arabian mare. The first week went by so quickly that she soon forgot time all together. One week, then two, a month, and somewhere near a year she lost her sanity and gave in to submission. Her head bowed she accepted a stallion to mount and in that action was reborn to the world eleven months later as an Arabian colt. The rebirth wiped her memory clear and she took the world of a horse by storm. Smart she was and a fine stud in just two years of growth. I wondered why she never wrote me for a long time till I visited her mobilehome. There still laying open to the page was the underlined portion of the spell. A letter to me and her total plan laid out just in case. I never got her letter, she changed herself before it could be mailed. Once a mare she soon forgot much of me and her life too!" whimpered the old man for his lost daughter.
I listened but the sensual feeling of any breeze over my hairy hide made me thrill to the feelings. A step this way or that bounced my male balls in a hairy long sack to hit thighs and just swing free. Each step made the sheath jiggle and more senual feelings pulse in my head. True what he spoke the raw desires of remaining this sensual beast would be hard to fight.
A bleat and then another made the man walk me to the kitchen door and out to a pen. There my strange and long red cock poked out into the cool air. At first just a trickle and then a flood roared from my new pecker. As forelegs strood out long and back legs stretched a male feeling pulsed in me as never before.
A wiggle of that cock brought on such lusts that I expected my mind to bust. The saw my problem and ran to open a gate. A green pasture beyond and to my beastial delight the sight of goats and sheep. I turned to look at the man before walking into goatie' heaven.
"Go on in Major, you body show's it's needs and then is no reason now not to enjoy! So out you go and I'll call to you later when it's time to seek out your prey." said the man.
I felt relief, I trotted out to visit what seemed now the one and only thing worth my time, nannies.