You couldn't get enough of starting at yourself. You truly were an adorable little nymph. A watyer nymph. Still a child, true, but definitely one that promised to grow to be a real beauty later on. In spite of your colours linking you to the supernatural world and to the aquatic element, you clearly resemble those children that are snapped and that make the parents exceedingly rich. Except you have no need of good lighting, makeup or retouching of photographs. Only your otter ears, with odd hair and skin colors, stand out, but you rather like it. Yes. It makes you even more special.
"Ah. It seems you are a water nymph instead of a forest nymph. An effect of your previous wish and transformation. It happens after a series of wishes," the genie says into an apologetic tone. "Just like why you remained a child. You are a juvenile nymph and not an adult. Another effect of your continuing wishes."
"It's all right, actually," you say truthfully.
You are still admiring yourself in a pond. You are a nymph and now you are already thinking like on, not to mention acting like one. Amusing yourself, frolicking in your element, being quite a bit vain and enjoying entertaining yourself will now be your main goals in life. Pampering yourself, being saucy, sweet, teasing and pretty, as well as protecting your element are your ultimate pleasures in your existence. So you give in to your new fun and desires, climbing trees, splashing in the water and rolling in the soft grass. Quickly the genie is forgotten, so intent you are in indulging in offering your body and delight to nature. But alas your great delight and joy ends abruptly when a net falls on you. You are quickly caught, restrained and your mouth gagged so you cannot scream for help. But worse, you cannot call the genie for any sort of rescue. Your kidnappers are goblin poachers, delighted to have caught a young nymph, whom they will be selling for a hefty weight in gold coins. The ogre owning a trading post will surely pay extremely well for such a specimen to sell.