You don't know what to do. You're a nymph, all alone and confused. You used to be a male, for crying out loud! You're ready to start crying again, just to relieve the stress when you see a house in the distance, not too far and with smoke coming out of the chimney. Someone might help you there. You walk towards that destination. Someone there might help you through giving you more information. Or actual real succour. That minotaur did help you, after all, even if he was a bit rough and not chatty at all.
As you come closer, you sniff baked pastries in the air. That houser must be a bakery. It smells like warm bread, gingerbread, chocolate, baking pastries and tons of other delicious goodies. How can such a small house produce so many enticing smells? You don't know but you can'y wait to arrive. You'll certainly sample the goods and fill your belly.
And then you understand. It's a gingerbread house, covered in cream and with trees bearing candy and pastries as fruits! You start eating chocolate bars growing from bushes and enter the house. It's a sugar wonderland here! Clotted cream, custard, cupcakes, pies of all sorts, cakes and goodies pile up everywhere, all baked and freshly so. You start eating and sampling all the treats you see. The house is empty and you enjoy your feast of deserts. Eventually, this diet really unfit for a nymph has you clutching your belly, sprawled on the ground and regretting having eaten so much sugar already. You left quite a few toothmarks a bit everywhere in the house. You even sampled the hot chocolate simmering happily in the cauldron on the fire, in the biscuit chimney. Nymphs prefer small pies and drops of honey. Dainty delicacies. You just ate entire cotton candy sticks and chocolate bars filled with caramel. So when the witch arrives with a basket of marshmallow mushrooms, she sees a sprawled nymph that has eaten a bit of everything in her house. The house attracts a lot of mischief-makers but few wreck so much the place. She snaps her fingers and a cage falls upon you, trapping you securely.
"Well, well," the witch cackles. "A nymph. Interesting prey. Valuable too. Now what shall I do with you?"