The huge cloud of feathers, seemingly more numerous than one bird should have, stretched wide over the town before drifting down over its unsuspecting population. In other words, there was no escape. All down the street, you could see the first of the transformations beginning.
People going about their own business suddenly felt the brush of a feather against their skin only to find their bodies changing into those of beautiful young women. A fisherman bringing his latest catch to market watched the front of his shirt tear open as a healthy set of breasts ballooned out from his otherwise shrinking chest. Hiding behind a cart, a ratty street urchin dropped his stolen apple as his young body raced through puberty, though a far different puberty than he would normally have experienced. Meanwhile, a noblewoman and her daughter found themselves losing all blemishes and, in the mother’s case, a number of years off her age until the two became more like twin sisters than anything else.
More and more, the townsfolk fell victim to the spell, and with this mass conversion came mass panic. Screams and shouts filled the air, many rising in pitch to become melodic and feminine. Still, the feathers kept coming. Were they multiplying or something? You happened to spot a chicken get hit by a feather. With a pop, a naked girl much like Ebony flapped her arms in confusion while above, even more feathers plumed up into the sky. Above the fallout, a passing wind caught the highest feathers, sweeping them away into the sky. Just dandy.
“Bat-bladders and botheration!”
You looked back at the old woman who was waving her cane about to fend off more falling feathers. It was all futile, however, as one slipped past her guard and touched her. Instantly, she seemed to unfold and blossom as her back unbent itself and curves long withered away came back with a vengeance. White hair rippled into an auburn mane surrounding the most lovely face you had ever seen. Soon, the witch, now a buxom young lady like the rest, snarled with frustration as she adjusted her ill-fitting robes around her slender shape. Tossing aside her now useless cane, she charged up to you and Ebony. “Come along, you two. We must get far from here before things get even worse!”
How could it get any worse than this?
An ear-shattering horn blast answered your unspoken question as the city’s guardsmen rushed into the chaos, trying to enforce the order of the law. Of course, this only resulted in a group of confused young maidens clattering about in heavy armor and cumbersome weapons. Confusion turned to anger, and immediately, they began arresting everyone in sight.
Before the guardsm-women could reach you, the witch quickly rotated the ring on one of her fingers. Instantly, a portal opened up beside you. With a shove, she sent all three of you tumbling through, but not before you spotted the former fruit merchant leaping after you shouting, “You’re not leaving me behind!”