As the votes were tallied, it became clear the audience wanted to see Nate become a Satyr. Madame Illusia turned to Nate and smiled. as she walked around him, waving her magic around.
"You're going to be a very attractive Satyr, my friend. But I want to make things interesting..." she started.
"Oh?" asked Nate.
"Yes, I will make your a Satyr, but rather than allow you to transform at will, you will transform any time you become aroused," said Madame Illusia.
"Anytime?" asked Nate with a gulp.
"Anytime," she replied, smiling.
By then it was too late, the transformation started. His legs began to itch. He quickly pulled down his pants and watched as the long, coarse brown hair grew over his legs to right above his waistline. He felt his ears tingle as they grew to points. His head ached as two horns slowly grew out of his head. His feet reformed into large, hard cloven hooves. He pulled off his t-shirt and watched in awe as his gut slowly melted away, turning into hard six pack abs and his pectoral muscles swelled. His biceps grew out too. As the changes slowed and then stopped, he looked over himself as one sexy looking satyr.
"Holy crap," he whispered, looking himself over.
"Take a look at the audience," whispered the Madame. Nate looked up and was surprised to see several members of the audience barely containing themselves, wanting to get with him so badly.
"Oh, wow, where to start?" he said aloud, feeling a strong sexual urge rising up in himself.
"Anywhere you want," replied The Madame.
Nate smiled, jumped off the stage and grabbed the young, hunky farm boy in the front row with the cowboy hat. The two then exited the tent together.