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What was, was no more and what I wanted I had lost, as what I became was not the full essence of what I wished, does that make any sense?
The thought of what the Genie made of me to be and for her amusement, she turned a man into a satyr and then transitioning his gender, made of me a female satyr, me now a Satyress. The realization of what I became and the strange passions for having become as female, urged me then to start off as a brisk running for to hide and consider as of what next I might do!
I think it needless to say that I felt quite discombobulated, me becoming female, as part a doe goat, and having still the memories of what it was to feel like being manly.
I ran, and not too far behind me fluttered the Sprite, a she-devil of a cute as miniature female human with butterfly wings.
Running, dodging this bush and that rock I had to admire my gaining of great agility. My goaty legs and cloven hooves works well together as if that way because of divine providence I suspect!
Those thoughts about divine providence and heavenly powers bade me to wondering if by becoming a Satyress, was I totally damned, or allowed to live a life doing enough good deeds as to win some lowly place in heaven, maybe just polishing the gates facing toward hell?
Running ever faster with gaining greater ability to leap over bushes rather than skirt around them, I again wondered if by me becoming a Satyress, would the devils find me as ravishing to their sexual abominations as might human kinds see me as their fondest desire?
It was becoming dark when I noted the sun setting and I was still enthralled with dashing about on goat legs and cloven hoofs. When coming to a stream and some tall reeds I decided to stop as lie down and rest, getting a drink, as then my Sprite arrived with her fluttering in a disorientated way, she crashing into my weeping vulva.
A fluttering sound and then a tiny yipe sound before the splut-splat when she hit and sunk halfway inside my goaty Satyress rump.
I with fingers by then armed with talons and not fingernails did help to dig the Sprite from where she had sunken head first was waist deep down inside my labia.
"Out, get you out of me," I said as with my index finger and its talon claw I plucked out the slime coated fairy-Sprite.
"Bad enough to be a man made a satyr and then deposed to be female and made a Satyress, but to have a fluttering Sprite dive head first into my sweaty vulva, you do know how to be insulting!" I said, as I felt indignation right then.
"Yes mum, me sorry for having tickled what you have not had the time or inclination to get properly aroused by a male anything." My Sprite said to me.
"I am new at being female," I said, as admitting the truth.
A Ker-plunk and my sprite dove into the stream with thoughts to wash her cute self clean of all my sticky juices. To a moment later she rose up out of the stream her bright as clean self, ready to begin taunting me to act as might a satyr, a female, and some lusty creature.
"Might I suggest to the new Satyress, that maybe a mile south along this very stream is a farm owning a buck goat worthy of size, and length, girth, as masculinity to give you what you need most, a arousing experience!" Spite suggesting said, as hearing her, I had to agree, my body felt need for some brutal ravishing fun.
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