You slap away another feather with annoyance as it lands on you while you continue to stare at the stunningly beautiful nude woman laying on the ground before you. You have no idea where she came from or who she is, but honestly you don't care. You just want to admire her beauty before she gathers her senses and runs away.
Another feather lands on you. Where are they all coming from? And why are they so sticky? It hurts a little as you pull the dark black feather away from your skin. You toss it away and it seems to float back towards you, almost as if it was attracted to you.
"Oh, dear."
You look up and see an old woman walking towards you, shaking her head and clicking her tongue. You follow her gaze and look down. Underneath your shirt, you are covered in black feathers. How in the world did so many of them wind up under there? You rip off your shirt and start to pluck them. But these feathers are more tightly attached and do not come off as easily. For everyone you finally remove, it seems like two more take its place. It is almost like the feathers are growing on you.....
You suddenly bend over, wracked by pain across your body. The feather growth accelerates, spreading up and down your body. Long feathers stretch out from your arms, creating wings. The skin on your legs and feet becomes hard and irregular, developing an almost leathery texture. Your toes grow fatter, merging and becoming clawed talons. Your jaw aches, as your teeth merge with the underlying bone, stretching out to form a long beak.
You think it couldn't possibly get worse, but you are wrong. Your whole body seems to contract simultaneously, shrinking down. Your waist narrows and your hips grow wider. Beneath your feathers two small breasts slowly rise up off your chest. Your pants drop off your shrinking body revealing a smooth groin with a small cloaca hidden underneath the black feathers coating your body.
You fall to your knees, gasping in a mixture of pain and relief. The transformation is over, but what have you become?
"Gah! A harpy! Kill it!" screams a woman.
You look down at your body. The woman is a fool. You are no harpy! Sure, you have feathers and a beak. But you are really more like a small anthropomorphic crow than a harpy.
"No, please listen. I am not a ..." you begin to say in a much higher voice than you expected.
Rotten fruit pelts you before you can finish. It is repulsive, but much better than the heavy stone that just missed your head by a few inches as it whizzed by. This is getting ugly fast. It is only a matter of time before the town guard arrives and starts shooting arrows from their crossbows. That its, unless some adventurer in the crowd beats them to it.
Someone suddenly grabs your hand tightly. You struggle to pull free, but their grip is like iron. You turn and see that it is the old woman who is holding onto you. She now looks massive to you. You can't be more than three feet tall!
"Listen closely and do what I say if you want to get out of here alive," says the old crone.
You aren't sure if you trust her. She looks like a witch and she seemed to know a little bit about your transformation before it began. It might not be a good idea to rely on her for help. Maybe she had planned this all along. Then again, the crowd does look pretty nasty. It might not be a good idea to try to escape on your own. Of course, you could always try flying away. Sure, you have never flown before much less had wings, but you have to learn sometime and now is as good a time as any.
The crowd continued to yell insults and you finally decide to....