"I'm just giving you what you deserve. You will become a flower," the fairy announces to you with a wicked smile.
"What? No! Please!..." you scream in a panic.
And you have a good reason to panic, after all. The idea of becoming a flower is terrifying! Will you be able to think? To be conscious of your new state? Because the prospect is just awful! To be immobile, with roots in the ground, with only the shifts of the breeze to balance you once in a while, at the mercy of the elements... What a boring and awful existence!... And... Will bees pollinate you? Will it hurt? And what if someone plucks you just because he or she thinks you are pretty? You'd finish your miserable new existence in a vase with a bit of water and be tossed out to rot as soon as you showed any signs of wilting. And what will wilting feel like? Atrocious, probably. Like aging at an accelerated state. Alas, the fairy already blew her stupid dust on you and you can sense the tingles heralding a transformation altready.
"No! Not that!" you shout as you vainly attempt to brush off the sparkling dust.
"What are you complaining about?" pouts the fairy. "I am transforming you into a magical flower, crusted with sugar and very, very beautiful. Irresistible, one might say."
She finishes with a giggle.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you'll become a flower that will be of a magnificent blue and crystalized in the finest sugar. A fay will think you just scrumptious and when they munch and swallow you, you'll become their baby! Isn't that fun?"
You stare at her in astonishment.
"You'll be reborn as the baby they desire! A guaranteed pregnancy with the cutest baby assured at the end! You'll be exactly what your future mommy or daddy will wish for! You'll be the perfect addition to their lives! You'll make them so happy!"
You are still speechless. And she's not done.
"And even a male fay can get pregnant with you! You're truly magical! Us fay can have great pains conceiving but luckily you humans are so malleable to transform! I'll drop you off to a trader's and you can bring me shiny riches!"
"No! I don't want to..." you start, but it's too late.
Your face retreats into your neck and your legs and feet into your torso, cutting your words. Your head, ears and arms and fingers spread and flare up, becoming thin and wide. You can see pistils erupting from your chest and your skin taking a turquoise blue hue as your last sight. And when your shape is fully altered, you can sense a hardening spreading across it. You really are becoming coated in sugar. You can hear and feel but not see, speak or move. The fairy gasps in admiration at the magnificent magical orchid she's created, promise of a baby just as gorgeous. She laughs and you can sense her small hands seizing you and taking you up in the air, to the fay trader.
A fay trader who booms in happiness at the idea of selling such a precious commodity as you now are. He offers the fairy a few diamonds and places you in a crystal box, on full display. You're sure to bring in a hefty price. He hums in anticipation, leaving you to your fate And to your thoughts. Oh... That's your life, now? To wait a fay desiring to be a parent to crunch, munch and swallow you so you can end up in a womb and develop into someone else's idea of the perfect child? Will you even keep your thoughts? Your memories? Then you realize that as the fairy said, a MALE fay might purchase you and want to be pregnant with you. Ugh! If you could grimace you would. That would be so vile! Would you develop in his testicles and come out through his anus? How revolting! You just hope that you can escape such a horrible fate.