Cinderella Years Later
Cinderella is now 95 years old. After a fulfilling life with the now dead
prince, she happily sits upon her rocking chair, watching the world go by
from her front porch, with a cat named Bob for companionship.
One sunny afternoon out of nowhere, appeared the fairy godmother.
Cinderella said, "Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these
The fairy godmother replied, "Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary life
since I last saw you. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?"
Cinderella was taken aback, overjoyed, and after some thoughtful
consideration, she uttered her first wish: "The prince was wonderful, but
not much of an investor. I'm living hand to mouth on my disability checks,
and I wish I were wealthy beyond comprehension.
Instantly her rocking chair turned into solid gold
Cinderella said, "Ooh, thank you, Fai ry Godmother".
The fairy godmother replied "it is the least that I can do. What do you
want for your second wish?"
Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said, "I wish I were young
and full of the beauty and youth I once had."
At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful young visage returned.
Cinderella felt stirrings inside of her that had been dormant for years.
And then the fairy godmother spoke once more: "You have one more wish; what
shall it be?"
Cinderella looks over to the frightened cat in the corner and says, "I wish
for you to transform Bob, my old cat, into a kind and handsome young man."
Magically, Bob suddenly underwent so fundamental a change in his biological
make-up that, when he stood before her, he was a man so beautiful the likes
of him neither she nor the world had ever seen.
The fairy godmother said, "Congratulations, Cinderella, enjoy your new
life. With a blazing shock of bright blue elec tricity, the fairy godmother
was gone as ! suddenly as she appeared. For a few eerie moments, Bob and
Cinderella looked into each other's eyes.
Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly
perfect man she had ever seen.
Then Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking
chair, & held her close in his young muscular arms. He leaned in close,
blowing her golden hair with his warm breath as he whispered..........
"Bet you're sorry you neutered me."