Amy closed the door to her room and stopped. The space she entered looked like a typical preteen girls bedroom, with pastel colors, stuffed animals and posters on the walls showing pop stars. Grunting in frustration she fell on the bed and buried her face.
"Why me? I didnt mean for this to happen, I have to find a way back." As she was laying there, Amy felt a prickle against her ears. Wondering what it was she reached up and found it was the edge of a stuffed animal touching her now very pointed ears. She gasped and touched them....then ran to the mirror. Sure enough, her ears had become pointed and a little bit of fuzz had started to grow on them. Not only that, her hair was starting to become shaggy and curled and she swore she saw the beginning buds of horns starting to grow.
"Oh no, not another change. What's causing..." The answer came as soon as she thought of it. "The pipes!' She looked to where they sat on the bed. Pan pipes....the god pan, the satyr, had such things in myths. But she wasnt turning into a satyr, they were older. She was turning into a faun.
"Crap!" She cried. "I gotta stop this!"