What Circe took for terror was, in fact, surpressed glee. The prophecy in the book required the hero to take the form of a sheep, while Ryan would have preferred a ram, any sheep would do.
I lost my balance and fell to my hands and knees, as my toes fused into hooves and my legs became spindles. Suddenly, I felt a pain in my groin, and then a strange emptiness between my legs. Ten thousand insects crawled all over my body, as woolly hairs grew all over my skin. The sensations were overwhelming, I barely noticed as the two maids led me away.
The next few months were rather frustrating, a couple sailors satisfied their lust, and were repaid by becoming rams whose fleeces would one day cover Circe's floor, while their flesh fed her guests. Being female meant I was breeding stock. I could feel the lamb in my belly taking form.
Quickly, I had learned livestock were not welcome at the temple, except as sacrifice. In the temple, lay the golden fleece which had been cursed so that no man could touch it. Medea's revenge the prophecy had called it. Lots of people knew that Jason stole the golden fleece, but very few knew why the fleece was so valuable. It's magical properties had been a well guarded secret in Corinth, but Ryan knew that they made the user an unbeatable sorceror. Perhaps it was even the source of Circe's transformation magic.
Ryan plotted, and then it was time for the Spring Festival and the blessing of the animals. He would have his chance then. His smile changed to a frightened bleat, his water had broken.