You see a young woman on the other side of the bush, laying out a thick blanket on the grass. The sunlight is quite focused on this point, and you could see why she'd chosen this spot. Unfortunantly, or fortunantly maybe, for her, you happened to be around. But how'd it work out?
You remember quite clearly how you'd always pictured satyrs at that kind of, you know, horny and wild creature, but even though you're looking for a lay, you're going at it rather methodically and calmly. Heck, you haven't even got an erection!
Suddenly a thought worms it's way into your mind... You don't know whether it's something you've heard before, or some kind of racial memory making itself known in your new body, but you suddenly realize you know how to use magic, transformation magic more precisely.
You look at the young woman again and smile as she pops off her bra. She's quite a beauty and her perky, quite big breasts (your old-self indicates that they're probably C or maybe D) have a milky and sensual color. Her nipples, tiny and perfect, are the purest pink. You shake your head merrily. No time to get poetic, justice must be done to save this poor girl for getting old and saggy.
Pretending to pulling up your sleeves you mumble "notice I have nothing up my sleeves" and waves your fingers around mystically. At first, nothing seems to happen, until suddenly you see...