Sara picked the Satyr Cream. She paid for it, and went to Nate's house.
"So this stuff will make me a satyr, huh?" Nate asks after she explained it to him "I'll believe it when I see it."
"I just have to rub it on your skin," she said "and you'll start transforming. It may be a good idea to take off your socks and shoes so they don't
get ruined by the hooves."
"If you say so." he said, and removed them.
Sara then began to rub the cream into Nate's feet, and his toenails turned black.
"I think it's working!" she said excitedly. Nate's feet became cloven hooves, his legs became reverse-jointed, and thick, red goat hair which
matched the hair on his head covered his entire lower body. A short goat tail popped out the back of his pants. His arms got hairier, and his
fingernails became black. His ears became goat ears, a pair of goat horns grew out of his head, and curled around them. Freckles appeared all
over his face, his nose became a black goat nose, his upper lip split down the middle, and his pupils became rectangles.
"Well." Sara asked "What do you thi-" but before she could finish, he hugged her, and kissed her passionately on her lips.
"Thaaaank you so much, Saaaaraaa!" he happily bleated. "Wow." Sara said, after he let her go "I heard satyrs were passionate creatures, but
man! That was intense!"
"Sorry." Nate said "I've alwaaaays felt thaaaaat way about you."
"As handsome as you are," Sara said, cautiously "I've read enough stories about satyrs to know how wild they get around women. If you do
THAT kind of thing to me, then we'll BOTH be in big trouble!"
"Relaaaax." he bleated "It's me, remember? I'm not thaaaat kind of guy. I know my mother would ground me for a year if I got you pregnaaaant."
"Yeah," she agreed "and my dad wouldn't be too happy either! If HE got mad at you, you'd be lucky if being grounded for a year was the only
punishment you got!"
Nate looked around and picked up his flute from his music class. He'd had trouble playing it before, but now when he played it, it was perfect!
"Wow." Sara said "That was great!"
"Saaatyrs aaaare great musiciaaaans," he bleated "or so I've heard. I think I'll write a song - a love song - and dedicaaaate it to you."
So he sat down at his desk, and began effortlessly writing it down on a blank sheet of paper. Sara smiled at him - he looked so happy writing
his song for her.
What happens now?