"I'm just giving you what you deserve. You will become a slug," says the fairy smugly.
"What? No!" you shout in complete horror.
"You act very badly towards the fair sex," says snobbishly the fairy as if she was in her full right. "Maybe becoming the vile animal you resemble will calm you down a bit."
She waves her hand and the transformation starts to occur on the spot. Your legs and arms snap up along your body and try as you might, you cannot get them off your own body. On the contrary, horribly, they melt and fuse to your own naked skin. You fall splat on the ground but the transformation is just beginning. Your whole body elongates and thickens. Your new boobs retract into your chest, but it's a small consolation. Your spine and bones dissolve and your organs vanish. You are a simple digestive tube at this point. Your insides become squishy and your skin thickens slightly and starts oozing. Yuck! It's already disgusting you! Two thin protrusions of flesh erupt from what was your forehead and become antennas. You keep little eyes and a mouth to speak and see like a human. The fairy still wants to hear your distress and anger for pure fun. But you ARE a very big slug, of an impressive size. But you are disgusting. You're covered in slime. You already think fungus and leaves in a state of decomposition, as well as salads, are extremely yummy.
"Change me back!" you say in indignation.
"I think you're better that way," sneers the fairy.
You'd like to attack but of course it's useless. You are now incredibly slow. To humiliate you further, she then jumps on you and proceeds to... tickle you. And apparently she's made you into a very ticklish slug. You twitch and erupt in giggles you cannot control at all. She laughs too, moving her fingers to discover all your sweet spots. She says she'll call you Twitchy and then grabs a feather to giver you more of her tickle torture. She lets it glide and twirl on your new slug body and delights in your twitches and peals of laughter. After you are left breathless and indeed twitching, she creates a delicate cage around you, imprisoning you in an old-fashioned little bird cage, all golden and decorated. A pretty little cage for a big oozy slug. How grotesque. She removes your ability to speak and grabs the cage. She says that she will take you to a fay trader who will sell you to a customer. After all, humans are very malleable to transformations and fays love to transform humans for them to become their pets or children, or just for fun like she did.
The trader is an ogre who happily offers the fairy diamonds shaped like flowers for you. He then hangs you up on a hook from the ceiling, with a sign saying that you are a transformed human ready to be transformed further. He places a bit of water and some salad leaves in the cage ands then forgets about you, going about his store whistling and serving customers. You are ignored, left to your own devices and left to look at the strange fairy population. You refuse to eat the lettuce leaves though. You do wonder who will buy you and you are disgusted by what you are now. You even regret being a woman. How long will you have to remain a slow slug?