The bud of this flower has you enclosed securely from within. It drapes you in a pinkish and yellowish dim light. You can hardly hear anything from outside either. Desperate, you pound as strongly as you can upon the closed petals of the flower. It does no good. They are strong, much, much stronger than they appear at first glance. You then attempt to find an opening to slide through between the petals, but there again it is of no use. The dams things refuse to peel or budge in the slightest. Exhausted, you slump on the ground. You are even too tired to shout out your frustration. As you lie down in exhaustion, you realise that you are still naked. With all that's happened, of course that slipped your mind. You can be excused regarding that. Then again, looking at your body, especially in the nude, is rather horrifying. You are hairless, utterly hairless, and that includes your crotch, which is all bald. You can just make out plump labia but you refuse to stare at it for too long. To think that not to long ago you masturbated to these... things in pornographic magazines and now you have your own... How are you supposed to sexually relieve yourself now? Even touching your privacy and inspecting your new genitalia sounds vile because what if... what if you get aroused feeling your own female privacy?... The thought is deeply disturbing!... Not to mention the rest of your body possesses curves that look just as attractive... What are you to do as a guy trapped in a male magnet? Besides, if you are reborn as a fairy, won't it mean you'll remain female? How horrendous! You want your privates back! You don't want to be a fairy, let alone a female! You can't face this sort of garish life!
As you ponder all these difficult matter, you notice that a strong flowery perfume has invaded the air. It increases in intensity. It must have done so since a certain time without you realising it. As its potency increases, it makes you dizzy. Too late, you fall top the round, your vision blurring and your eyelids drooping. Your last conscious thoughts are that you really, really do not want to become a fairy.
The flower, once you are asleep, secretes a fluid that covers and wraps around you like cocoon. Over ten days, you slowly rejuvenates, regresses and have wings sprouting from your back. Your fairy powers are there, but they shall grow with age. By the time the flower opens up its petals again, welcoming the morning, you are transformed for good. The cocoon has dissolved, leaving you on a bed of soft pollen. The light wakens you slowly. Your mind catches up just as slowly. Your movements are sluggish and you recall what has happened to you, even though everything is still blurry and hazy, especially in your mind. What happened? Are you really a fairy? Are you still a girl? You certainly hope not. And why are you feeling so weak? So hampered? Ah, at least the bed is very comfy. You then see fairies approach you. But... Why do they look bigger than they should be? Why are they out of proportion like that? And why are they cooing at you as if you were a little kid? What's with the kiddie talk? It wouldn't make sense unless... Uh-oh...