“C’mon, Helene... What gives? You haven’t been taking your potion, have you?”
It was a silly question. There was only one reason her hooved legs would reappear. Another few hours and her horns would begin to show as well. It took a very strong potion to keep a satyress’ true identity hidden. I was pretty annoyed that she would take this sort of chance.
“I hate keeping secrets from Letty. I mean, if they’re my friends, won’t they like me for who I am? Can’t anyone understand that? ”
“Helene, seriously? You stopped taking your potion so your friends would learn to like the ‘real you’? Do you really think this little twit won’t mind that you have the ass of a goat and horns in your head?”
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