You try to get out of the bud even as the petals enclose you within tightly. And very tightly too. But it's no use. You reach the petals only after they close up but you still attempt to slip through them. Alas, they are harden fast and try as you might, you have to concede that it's no use. You can barely slid your fingernails between those darn petals. You try to press further but nothing does it. And your nails and fingers are much more slender than before. And pressing with all your weight against the walls made of petals does no good either. Because you muscle mass is much lower than before. And with reason, because you are now female. And naked at that! How will you learn to live as the other sex? Even relieving yourself in the restroom will be a nightmare, to stare at your new bald crotch, devoid of any privates. Gone are your testicles and your penis. You are the owner of a privacy. A privacy that disgusts you. Completely. You cannot even contemplate touching that thing and feeling under your fingers the labia, clitoris, and slit. Slit leading to a mysterious and frightening hole inside... Ugh! How vile! And to think it's made to receive a penis and that you won't get to thrust anymore... What a nightmare!
You are so preoccupied with your new set of genitalia as well as your new little boobs, small and perky, that you notice only belatedly a strong smell of honey. A scent that soon becomes pervasive, invasive overwhelming. You also notice that the honey is mingled with the overlapping scents of flowers, that soon become dominant. They become too much and as you pinch your nose, you also feel drowsy. You only understand you are falling asleep as your vision blurs and darkens. You can only hope that becoming a fairy won't be too horrendous and that you'll keep your own memories. Who knows? You might even recover your prized manhood. Yes, you can only hope...
Alas, it is not to be. None of it. The fairy had dropped you in the wrong flower. Your were transformed, yes, but not as a fairy. Instead, you will become a butterfly. A female butterfly, as you were thrown in this flower as a female. The flower drapes silken fibers upon your sleeping body. These harden into a cocoon and your slow metamorphosis commences. These flowers are of the type that transforms its prey and catches into large magnificent butterflies, of the purest wondrous colours. They are much, much larger than usual butterflies, very much smarter and are used as mounts and pets by fairies. Your vision will remain the same as a human, but your diet will consist of honey, pollen, sugar and other sweet delicacies. You can hang on to your memories, but new desires will rule you.
So when after ten days the flower, having accomplished its mission, opens its bud, you wake up in the sunlight, ripping through the cocoon that has envelops you. The sunlight draws you towards it and you bask in its warm glory. You turn your head towards the fiery orb and flutter your plumy antennae at it. You don't even notice that you now have antennae - or six legs for that matter- and you instinctively let your new large and gorgeous wings unfurl in the most delicate way, irradiating these glorious appendages with the shimmers of the rays of the sun. You are so engrossed in appreciating the sun that you don't notice what is happening around you.