Once you manage to stop rocking back and forth in a fetal position saying "No no no no no" you start to realize how cold the night air is currently. That and a sense of modesty causes you to start thinking about clothing. You're not a tailor by any definition of the word, but with determination and enough ripping you manage to tear a big enough section of your t-shirt to cover your front and back. With a little more work you manage to tear a hole in it big enough to stick your head through and a few more holes to stick your wings through. Lastly you tie the thing around your waste with a few more torn pieces of your t-shirt. You hear a sound from behind you, almost like a high-pitched sigh. You see that a squirrel has apparently been watching you for some time and has chosen now to bound back into the forest, almost with a sense of disappointment as if the show was over.
You shrug your shoulders and focus on the next task at hand. The problem is you're not entirely sure what that might be. You're dressed, albeit sloppily so, but what does one do when one finds himself turned into a fairly?