Brooke has a question for Vanessa

Brooke turns to Vanessa and asks, "So how does it feel?"

Vanessa breaks into a wide grin her hand reaches down and strokes my rod, her delicate fingers barely surrounding my girth. "Ohhh," she sighs, "it FEELS great!"

"That's not what I meant," Brooke protests. "Do you feel any different? Do you feel like you're changing? What's it like?"

Vanessa continues to massage my cock as she answers.

"I can feel myself changing." She says. "And it's not just my sex drive, or these." Vanessa looks down with pride at her large, firm breasts and tweaks a hard nipple with her free hand. "I mean, I think about sex a lot, all the time actually," she cast me a wicked smile, "But I think about other things too. I see art and beauty in everything. I have the most amazing sense of inner peace and confidence. I'm so much mere creative I compose the most complex songs right in my head. I mean, you heard me play. I was never that good before. My mind is sharper and quicker, my body's stronger and more agile. I mean, it's great. I just can't wait to see what I look like when I'm finished!"

"You'll be lovely, my darling," I interrupt, "a beautiful satyress!"

Vanessa smiles at me again, but this time, she is blushing. "I just hope I'll be able to walk on my hooves."

Michelle looks at me, "Would it heal my body?" she asks as she looks at the surgical scar that runs across her knee.

I nod.

"Would it give me confidence, creativity and peace? Brooke asks. There is true hopefulness in her eyes.

"That and more!" I answer..

Vanessa responds to the moan that punctuates my reply by stroking my faster.

"Are you gonna cum?" she ask me.

At this point I can only shake my head. My balls burn and I can feel my seed welling up inside me, ready to burst free and initiate a change in one of these girls. My hips pump in time with Vanessa's motion. I look about the room at each of the lovely women. Each knows my offer