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THE LONELY SATYR : NEW VERSION An exiled Satyr finds love with an isolated goat herder. They snatch brief meetings together to declare their love but it comes with a price. To be a Satyr's mate means you too have to become one. Today the goat herder is ready

I made a video of this 6 months ago which has been getting some interest and comments recently so I had another look at it and decided it definitely could do with an upgrade in quality and editing so here it is the new version.

If there are any other old videos that you would like to see upgraded then please make suggestions. Thankyou

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Tim came into the costume shop telling himself he just needed something easy for the party: a jacket, maybe a prop, nothing too dramatic. He was young, clean-cut, and carefully put together in his maroon Henley, sliding hangers aside with one hand while his eyes kept drifting toward the leather section. The black jackets looked too heavy, too loud, too far from anything he would normally wear, but that was exactly what made them tempting. A sign overhead read BIKER — LEATHER COSTUMES, and before he could talk himself out of it, Tim pulled one from the rack, feeling the stiff weight of it in his hands as if it had been waiting for him.

In the mirror, the change started the moment the jacket settled onto his shoulders. His neat beard thickened and spilled down his chest in dark waves threaded with gray, his youthful face creased into crow’s feet and laugh lines, and his hair vanished back into a smooth bald scalp. His frame broadened, his torso grew heavier, and a rough mat of hair spread naturally across his chest and belly as the jacket strained around him. He pulled a stubby cigar out of a pocket and clenched onto it with the side of his mouth. He reached a large hairy paw down into his jeans and found a thick stubby cock with a Prince Albert piercing.

Tim’s shock slowly turned into a wide, amused biker grin. He pressed one tattooed hand against his new belly as if measuring it, staring at the leather-clad stranger in the mirror and realizing the costume hadn’t just made him ready for the party — it had decided who he was going as.

People were never surprised when they learned I was gay. I think it was just the default assumption.

I was somewhat skinny and untoned, I got freckles instead of tanning, and no matter what I did with it, my hair would always end up soft and floppy.

I know that there are plenty of guys who'd be happy to look like me, but... it was just exhausting. No matter how hard I worked out at the gym, or the changes I made to my wardrobe - like the leather jacket I'm wearing - or even putting in work to talk a little deeper and sound less feminine, I would still instantly get pegged as gay by everyone I met.

And I was tired of it.

When I met the witch, I probably should've wished for something else. But at the time I hadn't realized she was telling the truth, and I thought it was all just a prank, or a set up to a game show, or something.

I had a moment of weakness. "I wish I wasn't so obviously gay."

I never expected to wake up the next day to a hairy, overgrown, exaggeratedly masculine body. What was even stranger was how different I acted, just on an instinctual level. My speech was peppered with absent minded "dude"s and "bro"s, I had to hit the gym twice a day to burn off my excess energy, I found myself idly manspreading or cupping my groin in public without even noticing.

Now, when I tell people I'm gay, they usually think I'm joking. I keep getting told that I don't need to lie about being into dudes since it's so obvious I'm either just heteroflexible, "DL trade", or just curious.

I can't blame them, since that's what I wished for. So yesterday I shaved my chest and put in an online order for some pastel crop tops and short shorts.

Never thought I'd miss having my gayness be so immediately obvious.