Derrick took a look at the groups of his kind, and heard the sound of pan pipes. It was coming from a female satyr, and there was a few listeners around her. She was dancing with the rhythm of her music, and her audience were mesmerized by the music. He decided to join in the group, so he asked Sheila if she wished to come. With her approval, they started walking towards the group, and sat on a flat rock. "She's playing beautiful, huh, sis?" Sheila asked. Derrick was red:"Hey, I'm a male, how come can i be your sis?" Sheila was puzzled:"Well, only thing i see is female down there! You'd better get used to this soon, I might not be the first one to call you that way" She was right, he was a female when it came to that department.
The girl was making great music, at least to Derrick, it was kind of hypnotizing. He was just gazing at her beautiful body and face. She started coming closer to Derrick, and he felt charmed by her scent. Sheila was grinning, then Derrick saw the reason: The girl was male from the waist down. She approached Derrick, and made a gesture to come closer. Derrick's vagina felt wet when he saw her stiffening member. He turned to Sheila, and she winked as an answer. When he stood up, the crowd was cheering. Derrick felt like he was under a spell, and finally, girl pointed with one of her hands her stiff, flat tipped member. What could she want?