The fay fox strapped you to a table. On three sides of the room, tables and shelves were full of powders, jars, potions, books, parchments, little glass jars, boxes and cauldrons, as well as tiny fires alongside smoke and steams. A real wizard mixed with a scientist. Your body still felt weak and oddly calm and relax but you struggled weakly and moaned in protest. The deceptive fox opened a cabinet with files, quickly selected one and opened it in order to mumble and frown at its contents. He then replaced it and grabbed at another. This one made him smile and he shushed the youth on the table before placing a piece of parchment upon a table and going about mixing powders, fluids, herbs and chanting over a cauldron. The spells produced a baby blue liquid with pink sparkles which was placed in a little glass flask. He then approached his captive. You asked weakly and sleepily what he was going to do to him.
"I'm going to change you into a fairy baby. You will be an infant of about six months in human time. Your appearance will be modeled after your new parents' wishes. They want a child that looks like them, or at least, one of them. This potion will also push you into liking certain things. Feminine things. Girlish things. But they still want a boy. Go figure. But they pay, so I deliver. You'll like toys, dolls and stuffed animals most of all."
Seeing your face so distraught and panicked, indeed feebly shaking your head 'no' in great fear, he continued, not unkindly. All this was not helped by the fact that the misshapen goblin poked you in the ribs, tickling you and calling you a baby in a mockingly sweet voice, and saying 'coochy coochy coo' along with it. eliciting involuntary giggles from you. You wanted to kick and smack both the goblin and fox but to your shame a sensation of being loved and of being a good boy overwhelmed you at the sounds and gestures of the goblin, even though you knew he was only being a jerk. A need to be cuddled and kissed submerged you, again against your good sense and shame.
"You stole food, you're punished. No matter if it was set up as an elaborate trap or not. Now open wide, little one. By the time you wake up again, your new happy parents impatient to pick up their new bundle of joy should have arrived."
He then forced down your throat his potion, tasting like sugar and lemon and bread. You attempted to spit it out but you obeyed your tormentor, as if your will had suddenly fallen asleep. And you weren't far behind. You felt the warmth spread throughout your body. It enveloped you pleasantly and your eyelids shut close. Something was awfully missing, though.
"I... I need a teddy bear... Or another soft toy..."
"Don't worry, you'll get plenty."
"But I want my mommy... Mama..."
How would you sleep now?
"You'll get one soon too," the fox fay said. "And you definitely swallowed all your potion. What a good boy you are."
This praise made you all fuzzy and content, leaving you trustful in drifting into sleep and hoping to receive nuzzles and new soft toy friends upon you waking up. Your remnants of your human male mind shouted in protest but your slumber silenced it. The prospect of being cuddled, spoilt and molly-coddled superseded everything else, whether it was anger or shame.