Adam's first order of business was to find a ladder and crawl out of the tank. Thankfully, this late nobody seemed to be on duty, and the facility was open air, but he was still stark naked in a field, in the middle of the night, and pretty far from home. He tried not to think about how cold he was, that's what had gotten him into this.
So, what was the plan? He couldn't just call a cab for a few reasons, and even if he did, his keys were locked inside his apartment. Hitchhiking was out too, he'd definitely get himself in trouble there. Maybe he could turn into something that travels quick, if was was careful about it, but still, he had to get inside. Through a window maybe? Yeah, he could just turn into a bird or something, fly home, turn back on the fire escape, and break a window if he really had to. So, birdy thoughts, something that could see well at night. An owl?
He quickly started to string down, his neck stretching out, his body growing feathers. All of his teeth fused together and moved forward to form a beak, and with a little experimentation, he managed to take off, flying towards what felt like the right part of town.
Now all he had to do was keep his eyes out for a nice tasty rat or a vole or something for his nightly meal!
Wait. That wasn't right. He was a person, a human! His flight path wavered as he started to grow, bones becoming denser. At this rate he'd fall out of the sky! This was no good either! He panicked, trying to think what would split the difference between bird and human, keep him airborne but with a foot in humanity. The ground was coming up quick as his mind raced, and suddenly he remembered his greek mythology.
He kept growing, largely returning to his normal human size, but his bones hollowed out again, and his wingspan grew to compensate. Or her wingspan, anyway. The best Adam could think of at the time was a harpy, causing a bit of a shift down in the ol' cloaca and a rather large set of breasts were already pushing their way out from her chest, as her head took on a more human shape. Catching a big juicy rat in her talons still held a bit of an appeal, or maybe a strong virile young man. She did her best to work with that and just remind herself that she was flying to the home of a hit young man, which at least kept her focused enough to get home. She did pounce on a pidgeon as she arrived, basically swallowing it whole. Bit gamey, but that was how she liked it.
Now she just had to get in and find this young man to have her way with. There was glass in the way, she hated glass. She scratched at it, wishing her talons were just a bit sharper, at which point of course they were, and she managed to cut out a big enough circle to reach a leg through and kick at the lock, before grabbing the frame in her mouth and lifting it open.
Once inside she stalked about, pulling open cupboards and drawers looking for the young man she'd convinced herself would be here. After making quite a mess, and finding a nice slab of raw meat to swallow in a particularly chilly dresser, she realized her quarry must not be home, and perched herself on the only bed waiting to seduce whoever lived here. Her mind wandered a bit, considering what this guy might look like, and after a few minutes, her feathers shrank away, her body shifted to that of a proper human, and she slowly took on the features of... herself. Or himself, really. Adam as he normally looked, give or take a couple details harpies really go in for.
Finally finding himself back in his original body, Adam breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed into bed. Tomorrow he was going to have to call someone about his broken window, and he was definitely going to have to ask Dr. Yorva about some sort of an off switch, or something.