Kylie was surprised to see that Esmerelda was blushing as she looked at the two transformed princesses, biting
her lower lip. She seemed fascinated by them, and judging by the two points showing in her low-cut top, even
turned on by it. Kylie smiled. "Like what you see?" she purred.
Esmerelda jumped, her thick brown hair bouncing just as much as her ample bosom. Her flush darkened as she
realized Kylie had been looking at her and figured out her naughty thoughts. "You're turning us into an animal
in our movie," she said bravely. "There's only one in mine that's of any significance. A goat." She looked
boldly into the witch's eyes. "That would make me a satyr," she stated simply.
"And that excites you?" the witch asked with interest. "Satyrs are creatures of lust and sex, of passion and
feeling good."
Not daring to look at the other princesses around her, Esmerelda nodded once. "I'm a gypsy now," she replied.
"I'm closer to nature and somehow the thought doesn't bother me. It's exciting instead. I'll be even more a
part of nature and I'll have fun at the same time. So... if you're going to change someone next, change me."
How could Kylie refuse? And with that thought, the transformation had already begun. Esmerelda's ears were the
first to change, as they had with Cinderella. Her one large hoop earring slid down her neck as her ears grew
outward, becoming soft and floppy. Cream-brown fur began to sprout across her chest and arms. The brunette
looked at it moving across her body in wonder and joy. It passed over her face, darkening down the middle into
a rich brown stripe. As it completed its journey, her nose darkened and flattened, fusing with her upper lip
as her lips puffy outward slightly and turned a deep black.
Esmerelda lifted her skirts when a curious itching began on her legs. Coarse dark fur was sprouting in
patches, rapidly consuming the smooth tanned skin. Her panties showed a dark shadow and obvious camel toe as
her pussy lips enlarged and darkened into a black, leathery slit. Dampness trickled from between her woolly
legs and darkened her panties further with her free-flowing juices.
Twirling about in delight, skirts flying, Esmerelda's feet lengthened and narrowed. She stood on her tip toes
as they melted together, a dark black nail slowly covering the bottom. Her heel pushed outward and upward
until she stood with goat legs and tapped a merry jig as she began to dance. A small furry tail wiggled out
from her skirts with a pop and flicked along to the tune beat by her hooves. Esmerelda bleated happily as the
air was filled with her musk, the scent tightening her dark nipples and making them grow out into finger-sized
teats.
"Oh, this is better than I imaa-aagined," she bleated as her twirling came to an end. Poking out of her dark
bushy hair were two short horns that marked the completion of her transformation. She smiled a goatish grin at
the others and thrust her hips toward them. "Come oo-on, it's fun. You'll like it, tru-ust me!'