You decide upon the green door. You assume that any choice is worth the other. Big mistake, but you don't realize that. You open the door and it slowly closes behind you with a soft snapping sound. It also delicately locks itself. So softly that you don't hear it. Anyway, you are awed by what you see in that room.
It's sumptuous fairyland feast. A large table is stashed with ripe, juicy and gorgeous fruits. Pastries are artfully piled upon china platters. Candy in wondrous bright colors spill from amusing yet tasteful bowls and jars. A roasted chicken, steaming, is set in the middle. A blazing fire is roaring in a chimney and chestnuts are right next to it. The walls are made clean stone but everything is warm and cozy. Not least an impressive armchair with little embroidered pillows on it. Only one chair but it looks so nice to sit upon... Candles light the place, even though the ceiling is shrouded in darkness. All this food makes you forget the fox, or rather, make you think that you can snack a bit and get strength back in order to chase after the thief. But everything looks so delicious... Where to start? The candy looks so enticing, with its bright colors... You decide to dig in. Never mind that you're a boy, the bright pink sugar treats are indeed delicious, not to mention the creamy hot chocolate, cotton candy and all the other bright confections at hand. You sit in the armchair and gorge yourself with the tastiest treats you've ever had. But as you have a break before stuffing yourself with gingerbread and more sweets, you hear a voice:
"Well, well... Enjoying your meal?"
An odd man has appeared, with a long coat, longish face, red hair but a white fox's ears and tail sticking out. He snaps his fingers and straps encircle your wrists and ankles to the armchair. You choke in fright and indignation.
"You! You stole my wallet!"
"Indeed. That trick always functions. And then leading you to eat happily when you crossed that specific door by choice."
"Thief! Jerk! What do you want with me?"
The human fox tutted.
"No need for such language. I merely want your body."
You blanch, getting really scared by all the implications of this sentence. The fox notices that rapidly.
"No worries. Well, I mean you shouldn't worry more than that. I'm a fay, you see. A fairy being. And we need humans to get trapped to use as ways to help our species."
"What do you mean?" you scream, struggling.
"Well, fairy folk don't reproduce as often as we'd like as we live entire centuries and millennia. So we capture humans and kidnap them to integrate them into our families and world. But of course, rules are to be followed. We fairies have lots of rules and abide to them. It's our traditions."
He then sighed.
"So I attract humans here. Then you make the choices and seal your own fate through your decisions of what you eat first."
"But... But I ate the candy... Only candy..."
"Indeed. Technically, it counts as stealing, so fairies can punish you any way they want because you acted as a dishonest way. And the type of punishment, or rather transformation, depends upon what you ate. As you munched on sweeties, a childish treat, I am in my right to change you into a baby fairy creature. Moreover, you ate a lot of the pink candy, meaning I can change you into a girl, or give you effeminate tendencies."
You struggle harder, appalled.
"No! Please! I didn't mean to! I'm sorry! I didn't want to..."
"You knew what you were doing, even if I do make everything look wickedly enticing, I have to admit," he smirked. "What upsets you so much? Becoming an infant again or female?"
"Female!" you reply instantly, dreading the notion of losing you penis and dealing with breasts and a vulva.
"Now, now, depending on what my customers want, I'll just give you typically girlish tastes without changing your sex. How about that?" the fox man said, mockingly sounding as if he had offered you a great favor.
Instead, you grunt and mutter curses.
"We'll have to do something about your attitude, but as long as I get my gold coins and find your transformation entertaining, I can work with that," he mused.
"Because you're going to sell me?!?" you exclaim, outraged.
"Well, yes, demands for babies are quite high at the moment. But don't fret, you all go to loving families desperate to have their own little ones."
"What would have happened if I had eaten the other foodstuffs?" you splutter.
"Well," explains the fay fox, glancing at the table. "The chicken would have made you remain an adult, although a fay, of course. The fruits would possibly have made you applicable to becoming female. The sort of food you eat allows general transformations, although with some guidelines."
He then sounded business-like, clapping his hands.
"Now! We can't have your impatient prospective mommy and daddy waiting, can we?"
He clapped twice swiftly and an ugly twisted goblin appear.
"Igor, make our new recruit a bit more compliant and then clean up the mess that little child made."
"Aye," the goblin muttered, his smile revealing toothless gums.
You let loose a stream of insults but the goblin injects you with a substance. Instantly, you became woozy, drifting in and out of consciousness and leaving you without an ounce of strength. The fox fay unstraps you and effortlessly set you on his shoulder, going through another door as you stare at the floor, arms bouncing on his back and a sense of calm frustratingly keeping you from even protesting.