Cinderella was now 75 years old.
After a fulfilling life with the now dead Prince,
she happily sat upon her rocking chair, watching
the world go by from her front porch, with a cat
called Alan for companionship.
...
One sunny afternoon, out of nowhere, appeared the
Fairy Godmother. Cinderella said "Fairy Godmother,
what are you doing here after all these years?"
The Fairy Godmother replied, "Well, Cinderella,
since you have lived a good, wholesome life since
we last met, I have decided to grant you three wishes.
Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?"
Cinderella is overjoyed, and after some thoughtful
consideration and almost under her breath she uttered
her first wish:
"I wish I was wealthy beyond comprehension." Instantly,
her rocking chair was turned into solid gold. Cinderella
was stunned. Alan, her old faithful cat, jumped off her
lap and scampered to the edge of the porch, quivering with fear.
Cinderella said, "Oh thank you, Fairy Godmother!"
The Fairy Godmother replied, "It's the least I can do. What
does your heart wish for your second wish?"
Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said, "I wish
I were young and full of the beauty of youth again." At once,
her wish became reality, and her beautiful youthful visage returned.
Cinderella felt stirrings inside her that had been dormant for
years and long forgotten vigor and vitality began to course
through her very soul.
Then the Fairy Godmother again spoke. "You have one more wish,
what will you have?" Cinderella looked over to the frightened cat
in the corner and said, "I wish you to transform Alan my old cat
into a beautiful and handsome young man."
Magically, Alan suddenly underwent so fundamental a change in
his biological make-up, that when complete he stood before her,
a boy, so beautiful the like of which she nor the world had ever
seen, so fair indeed that birds begun to fall from the sky at his feet.
The Fairy Godmother again spoke. "Congratulations, Cinderella. Enjoy
your new life!" And, with a blazing shock of bright blue electricity,
she was gone.
For a few eerie moments, Alan and Cinderella looked into each other's
eyes. Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most stunningly perfect
boy she had ever seen.
Then Alan walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking
chair, and held her close in his young, muscular arms.
He leaned in close to her ear, whispered, blowing her golden hair with
his warm breath, "I bet you regret having me neutered now, don't you?"