Soon you cannot see anything from the outside world. The petals of the flower you were thrown in have closed up and leave you in a dim pinkish luminosity, green at the bottom and yellow at its center. You press against the petals and bound against their soft feel. Nothing does it. Not even trying to slide your fingers or arms between two petals and squeeze yourself out of it. You can breathe no problem but this thing is sealed shut for good. You can barely hear noises from the outside, even. You're trapped. Until... Well, until your metamorphosis is complete. That's what that awful fairy hinted at. That stupid fairy who put you in this horrible situation! And... What will you come out as? Different? Very Different? Like, with wings or with more... drastic alterations? And your mind? Will it stay the same? And... Will the whole process hurt? What does it entail?
As you are asking yourself all these questions, you notice that a smell has reached your nostrils. A sweet, flowery smell, obviously emanating from the flower bud itself. You inhale it deeply. Mmmmmh!.... It does smell divine! You sit down and breathe deeply, losing yourself in the wonderful, wonderful fragrance. What a delight! Like the scents of the divine ambrosia and nectar, straight from the table of the gods!... You giggle. Oh, it's so comfortable here! So warm and soft. Why would you ever want to leave this place? Oh, you were such a fool trying to get out! What a a silly attempt, doomed to failure. Yes, you were silly to even think about escaping. As if it was worth the effort! No, not when you are so safe here instead. Yes, staying makes perfect, perfect sense. How silly you were! Silly, silly, silly. A silly little fairy.
You suddenly jolt awake from your stupor. What the hell was that??? What were you thinking? Is it that perfume becoming way too overpowering that was influencing you? It must have been! Oh no! You have to get out before you start becoming an idiot again! You try to rise up and attempt to force yourself out of here when you notice you cannot rise. Your legs, feet and hands refuse to move from the ground! You glance down and understand why. You are covered in honey! You sat down in your moronic state in a small basin of honey! Sticky money that refuses to let you go. Worse, struggling just makes you spread it more on your body, trapping you even more effectively. And the flower seems to sense that you aren't going anywhere anytime soon because its smell appears to increase in intensity. In spite of your best efforts, you end up giggling again at the idea of being a silly little fairy, clapping your hands in anticipation. And when sleep overpowers you suddenly. Your eyelids droop and you don't think twice, curling into a little ball in the warm, soft honey, placing a thumb into your awaiting mouth. The flower, sensing your even and very relaxed breathing, does its last trick, spraying you with pollen that with regress you to a little child and making you a fairy for good. Then you will stay three days in your strange cocoon, until the flower finally opens up and lets the fairy that brought you see you again, all transformed and ready to start your new life. The plant is happy with its function well done and in making happiness blossom.