Jon drifted back to consciousness some time later. He felt exhausted, like he'd just pulled an all-nighter and been awakened after only a few hours of sleeping it off. He laid there, too tired to bother opening his eyes, feeling the cool breeze on his bare skin...
...wait, what?
Really, Jon just wanted to roll over, forget the whole thing, and go back to sleep, but hadn't he passed out in the arcade? Where would he have been taken from there that had cool breezes? Or where they'd have removed his clothes? Reluctantly, Jon opened his eyes.
A clear blue sky greeted him. There were probably worse things to wake up to, but this was still pretty unsettling. Where was he? It couldn't be the parking lot - there were no sounds of cars, just the wind, and it didn't feel like he was lying on cement; there was an odd, slightly prickly feeling on his back. Not that that was the only thing that felt odd; there was some kind of weight on his chest that rose and fell in time with his breath, and some sort of something near the base of his spine. Jon wasn't really sure he wanted to know what was going on, but he took a deep breath and sat up.
Yes, things were definitely wrong. The weight on his chest dropped partway, but it...it was attached? And it wasn't one weight, it was two; as they bounced back from the drop, he could feel them move independently of each other. Jon had a sickening feeling that he knew exactly what they were, and looked down at himself.
A startled shriek echoed across the landscape.
Jon had been right on the money. She was now in possession of two modest-sized but perfectly-formed breasts. But what she hadn't been expecting were the feathers. Her lower body was covered in them, a beautiful golden-brown coat, except for her pubic area, which was covered in creamy white down. She couldn't see what was underneath, but she really didn't need to.
Her legs were those of a reasonably shapely woman down until a little past the knee, where they tapered into spindly, yellow-skinned bird's talons, and a fan of tailfeathers poked out from underneath her. Continuing the theme, her arms had been replaced by wings, completely lacking in manipulable digits. Long, soft hair tickled at the small of her back, and from a few locks hanging down into her eyes, she could tell that it was a rich, firey red.
Her surroundings weren't particularily comforting, either. She sat in a crude thatch nest about eight feet in diameter, on a ledge bordered on three sides by a sher drop, with a cliff face on the remaining side. There was a small opening in the rock that Jon guessed she could drag her guest into if it got rainy; other than that, there was not much else of note.
As Jon sat there, she realized that this harpy-girl was the result she had glimpsed as the "random" button had blanked the screen. She had somehow become her character! Had she wound up in the game world, then? If not, where was she? And more importantly, how could she possibly get home!?
