He began getting smaller again, but that was expected. Moving quickly, he stripped off his undergarment so he could watch. Hair began to appear on his legs, thickening into curly black fur. He felt muscles pull in his thighs and feet as they got thinner and changed structure, his toes merging and growing hard and numb. More muscles pulled in his rump as a short tail grew from the base of his spine, and he felt a dull, but short ache as horns pushed out from his forehead. however, his attention was focused on his male parts. Going back to his scrawny real self had been a major disappointment in that regard, given the huge endowment of the stableboy. However, while he did not quite regain the size he'd had then, the sheathed black buck goat's equipment was proportionally very large on his now-smaller form. When the changes finally stopped, Mika twisted around on cloven hooves, amazed at how easily he balanced. A saty! The pointed ears and horns could be covered with a hat, and he supposed some sort of loose pants might disguise his animal lower parts. But why would he ever cover up this wonderful form? He looked like a cute boy of ten or eleven, had the agility of a goat, and the sexual prowess that mere humans would envy.
Mika hefted the stone in his hand. This was wonderful, the form he wanted as his permanent shape. But while he had the stone, he could experiment a little. He frowned. This was perfect. Did he want to chance messing up and not being able to get this satyr form back? .