You had little time to admire her form before magic washed through you. Dwindling down into a delicate form with long, slender legs and arms to match, you gasped in a high, feminine voice. Shimmering blonde hair flowed down, down, down to brush the back of your knees while your hips and waist adjusted to give you an hourglass figure. A tingling in your face made you close your eyes as a jiggling heaviness developed on your chest. Down below, you heard a faint slurping sound as your last bit of maleness vanished into a newly made slit, traveling up into your abdomen to become a healthy female reproductive system.
Within seconds, your conversion was finished. Blinking with your stunning sapphire eyes, you gazed once more at the girl now climbing to her feet before you. The former crow made for a nice contrast, a night to your day.
“Well, that could have been worse,” you heard off to the side. Turning, you saw the witch hobbling towards you. “The prince will surely fall in love with such a pretty thing like yourself, and I can always use an assistant.”
Before you could respond, a choking sound made you spin around. There, the fruit merchant whose stall you had been patronizing tried to speak while getting his jaw back under control. Just then, a stray black feather fluttered over and touched him on the nose before crumbling to dust. That was when things went even more wrong.
Just like you a moment ago, the man began to transform. His bulky frame shrank quickly as fiery red hair shot from his balding scalp and his age went down to about half its previous amount, leaving him no more than eighteen or so. On the other hand, his mustache evaporated along with any and all body hair. Writhing at the sensations, the now petite merchant grew curves in all the right places while gaining a face fit for an angel. Slender hands reached up to cup rapidly forming breasts now tenting the front of his merchant’s apron. With a loud moan, it was over. A damsel in ill-fitting man’s clothes now stood gawking at the rest of you.
“Oh dear,” the witch said. “That may be a problem.”
Together, you and present company looked up at the sky where thousands of feathers now drifted on the wind, settling down over the unsuspecting town.