Once in the air, you get frightened. You're in the air! You're being held only by your wrists by another fairy! And now you're a fairy yourself! The fairy that changed you told you to move your wings but how can you take control of these appendages you did not possess a few minutes before?!!? It's impossible! You've got too many new alterations to take into account at the moment!
"Come on! Flap these wings! It's easy!" the fairy says as she rushes upwards still.
You can only stare at her in bewilderment. How can she assume things should be so easy for you? She's completely crazy and out of touch if she thinks so!
"I can't! Let me down! I can't do that!" you scream in desperation.
The fairy seems to ponder a bit about that before smiling widely and mischievously.
"You know? You're right. It might just work!"
And before you might understand, she releases your wrists and you plummet down like a stone. Like a tiny stone, a pebble, even, but a stone nonetheless. You try to flap these damn wings but it achieves nothing. Either you’re not doing it right or the pressure of air from your fall stops you from moving these all-new appendages. Or they are just too weak from their new existence. But no matter the cause, you are sure to crash on the ground! But the fairy grabs your wrists again before you hit the floor of this fairy forest. She rises again, giggling and thinking her prank was very funny indeed.
"Oops, looks like I was wrong!"
"I told you! I can't fly! Change me back!" you shout in a feminine voice you don’t recognise and yet that you have to accept as yours now.
"Or MAYBE you need to insist a bit more!" she laughs.
And she drops you and retrieves you again and again, insisting that you're bound to get it right and start flying soon. Well, and saying that it also counts as your punishment. But as you tumble to the ground yet another time, you fall into contact with a harder surface. A strange one too.
"Gotcha!" booms a gravelly male voice.
You see a face, enormous and greenish brown. A very ugly one, with too-heavy features, malformed and teeth not at all set right. You are trapped in a net he is carrying.
"And a cute fairy to sell! Lucky me!" the monster says again.
Sell? Oh no! To who? For what? You say that you aren't a fairy, really, and just a human guy but the monster, on ogre, in fact, sighs and says that he has heard all the same excuses countless time. His fist clinching the net, he stomps away heavily.
"Off to the merchant we go!" he says happily.
What is about to happen to you? You have no idea and all your assumptions are not joyful at all.