The flower is quite small. You can barely walk a few steps inside it, as well as sit down. Yet the bud shuts itself tights very quickly. Maybe it like one of those carnivorous plants that snap shut as soon as prey falls into its snare. That thought frightens you very much. How will you be changed into a fairy? Does it... Does it involve you being dissolved and digested and somehow rebuilt as a fairy? That notion is absolutely terrifying! You have to escape from here! You press and push against the petals but it is no use. Their strength is incredible and you cannot even scratch them or slide you fingers between them, let alone your entire body. The top of the flower is unattainable. It is out of reach and it looks just as clamped shut as the rest of the bud. Your new female body offers no help either. Plus, you're naked. Even glancing at your crotch and chest with its perky yet small boobs is disturbing to the extreme. You can only see that your crotch is bald, absolutely hairless but you don't dare feel what else is there. Knowing only that it's there... Ugh! Revolting! How vile! Just relieving yourself will be nightmare! And what if you... get aroused just by touching your own boobs and crotch, because you still have the mind of a guy? Is that... possible? But it would be so incredibly sick!
You are so engrossed in your thoughts regarding your new privacy that you only notice later a strong smell of honey. A smell that soon becomes overpowering. It's impossible to escape! And as you wave in a futile attempt to dispel the overbearing scent, you notice your bare feet have trouble moving. In fact, the bud's floor feels... squishy. Sticky. In the dim yellow light, you glance down. Honey! You're ankle-deep in honey! You try to remove your feet from the warm sticky substance but it's no use. It only glues you there more! This really is like a flytrap! Oh no! You struggle, but with the smell making you dizzy, you only manage to fall in the sweet goop. The smell is making you dizzy. You feel like you're going to sleep and lose consciousness. Then you are aware of a weird dust falling upon your body. Pollen! Noew the pollen is ejecting pollen onto you! With the sticky substance reminiscent of honey rising, it becomes clear you're not about to get out! And this pollen hardens, forming a cocoon. You fall asleep amidst the sweet scents of the bud, your last thoughts hoping you won't be a witness to your own digestion and that it won't hurt. And that you memories will stay untouched. You greatly are frightened by what you'll emerge as and what will happen to you.
In fact, you have reasons to be frightened. The fairy made a mistake. She did not throw you into a flower to make fairies, she let you into one that transforms its prey into bees. Giant, smart bees, sexual and retaining intelligent characteristics, but bees nonetheless. Now that the flower has caught you and restrained you for good, it can launch the magic that will transform you. It senses you have been female for a very short time. That you were male before. Well, no matter. A change in chromosomes will fix that. Then, in your solidified cocoon, your whole body changes over the next fifteen days. Slowly but surely. Hair sprout at your neck. Your waist clinches. Your abdomen swells enormously. Your arms and legs become attached closer and lengthen, to become spindly and incredibly thin. Another pair sprouts, actually. Your eyes, while retaining human sight, bulge out and antennae erupt from your forehead. Some thoughts of yours will retain their humanity, but overall new desires and instincts rule you. Bees like you make the perfect pets and mounts for fairies. And this flower knows its job. You'll be a very, very handsome magical male bee, rapid and strong, with beautiful yellow colors and diaphanous wings. The beau for all other female bees!
So when the flower finally opens its bud a very warm and sunny afternoon, the heat makes your cocoon crack and melt and turn into dust. You feel so tired you can only turn towards the sun, that incredible source of warmth. That sweet source of life. You let its energy and hot sensation course slowly through you, gathering it. It will wake you up. As soon as possible, you instinctively turn your head in the direction of the benevolent star and twitch your antennae at it. Your mind arises just as slowly. So you do not notice what is occurring near you.