This is the story of a poor, beautiful young woman and how she met the Prince Charming of her dreams. You surely have knowledge of the story from the days of your youth. The girl, we will call her Sinderilla, lived with her mean, ugly step-mother and two step-sisters. Her father was a traveling salesman and was rarely at home, so he was unaware of the treatment his daughter received. Sinderilla never complained about much, just did her best to stay out of the way of the wicked females in the house. The step-mother hated Sinderilla because she was beautiful, much more then either of her daughters. Her eldest daughter, Gurtrude, was tall and skinny as a rail. She had frizzy red hair that stuck out in all directions unless she greased it down to her head with pigs fat. She had a pointy nose that was covered in freckles as was her face, neck and shoulders. Her breasts hung on her skinny frame like sacks of sand and she had no ass to speak of.. Gurtrude's sister, Matilda was the opposite. She was quite round in figure with huge, pillow-like tits that stuck out in front of her so far she couldn't see her own feet. She wobbled when she walked and needed help to get up out of a chair now and again. Her front teeth had a space between them and she had a habit of sucking wind through them, which made a whistling sound. They both believed themselves to be far prettier then Sinderilla and in a higher class then she. Whenever possible, they were mean the her and laughed at her while they did mean little tricks at her expense. All in all, the three women were mean, ugly bitches!
"SINDERILLA!" the Step-mother screamed loudly, tapping her foot on the stone floor, hands resting on her ample hips. "Where is that lazy tart?" she fumed while she waited for her step-daughter to appear. After several minutes, she went in search of the girl and found her washing laundry in the basement of the house. "Did you not hear me call you?" she said, very pissed off. Sinderilla jumped up in surprise at the sound of her step-mother being so close behind her.
"I'm sorry mum," Sinderilla said meekly to the stoney faced woman before her.
"Yes you are indeed." her step-mother said hatefully, then continued, "I want you to come upstairs and wash the floors in the parlor, I'm expecting company." She abruptly turned and started back up the steps to the floors above then turned back to Sinderilla and added, "And don't call me 'mum,' you twit, call me madam." With that, she stood straight with her nose in the air as she went back upstairs.
Sinderilla sighed and set the wash basket aside. She would have to finish it later after the floors were done. She didn't mind doing all the chores because it kept her busy and mostly away from her step-family. Sinderilla was aware of them not liking her but couldn't understand just
why t
hey didn't.
All of her life, Sinderilla had been a sweet person as well as very beautiful. She didn't know she was beautiful, because no one had ever told her she was. Dressed in hand-me-downs that no one wanted and her hair tied back out of the way, she considered herself a plain jane if anything.
Sinderilla had no human companions, she only had the creatures of the nearby forest and the mice that lived in their house. She would sing to them when no one was around to put her down or make fun of her. All she knew of men, were things she overheard when her sisters talked about the men in the village, laughing and whispering if they happened to see her. They never included her in their conversations. But what would she have to say anyway? She had never been anywhere except the woods and to the village once a month to shop for food.
One afternoon in the middle of the month of March, Sinderilla overheard her step-mother and step-sisters speaking in excited voices. They were in the parlor and when she peeked into the room, she saw they were all huddled together, looking at a piece of paper. "May 15th, You Are Hereby invited to the Palace for the Birthday Celebration of Prince Charming the First." her step-mother read aloud, reading from a scroll in her hands. She continued in her shrill voice, "Formal Attire. The Prince will be looking at all young ladies as possible Brides in the near future." she finished, very excited now. "The Prince is looking for a wife!!" she cried, looking up at her daughters. "We must call the tailor, have shoes made and... oh my, we've much to do dear daughters!" She stopped speaking when she spied Sinderilla in the doorway. "Yes? What do you want?" she spoke crossly to the young woman standing there.
"Nothing mum, I just heard excited voices and.." she started to say more but her step-mother cut her off sharply.
"Easedropping is very rude, but what else can be expected of you? And did I not tell you to stop calling me 'mum?'" she asked. Sinderilla blushed and hung her head in shame. She hadn't meant to ease-drop on them. "Now get out before I am forced to punish you, you little bitch." she croaked in anger. Sinderilla made a hasty retreat, running to her room under the stairs. Actually, it was more a closet then a room, but it was all she had.
In the days that followed all talk was concerning the ball at the Palace, what to wear, how to act, when to curtsey, and all the other details involved for those attending. "A wife! I hope he notices me!" Gurtrude told her sister. "Maybe it'll be me he notices." Matilda said with a sniff.
They were choosing material for the gowns they would wear to the party, the room was drapped in all kinds and colors of fabric. Sinderilla was admiring a beautiful pink silk laying across the back of a couch. "Take your dirty hands off of that and get out!" Gurtrude screamed at her, then jumped up to push Sinderilla away from the material. Matilda snickered then went back to looking at feathers, holding them up to her hair and admiring how they looked in a mirror. The feathers were lovely, she was not.
Sinderilla ran errands, stitched material, washed her sister's hair and curled it, ironed slips and polished shoes as the days passed and the date of the ball grew closer. She wanted to ask if she could go too, but was afraid of what her step-mother might say. Finally, with just a few days until the party, she had to ask. "Madam, may I go to the ball with my sisters?" she said timidly.
Her step-mother stopped what she was doing and turned to Sinderilla, "What did you say? Go to the ball at the castle? Are you crazy girl!? You have no decent clothes or shoes and I am not going to pay for any." her voice raising in annoyance. "You, my dear, would look the fool if you were to go to such an event. People would laugh at us and I'll not have it." she finished with a smirk on her face. "Go take these ribbons upstairs to my daughters...NOW, go on, be quick with it.."
"Well, I guess that's that." Sinderilla told herself as she walked slowly up the stairway to her step-sisters room. Her heart felt heavy in her chest and her spirit was low.
The day of the ball arrived with everyone in the household running around trying to ready themselves. They women screamed at Sinderilla and blamed her for everything that didn't go the way they wanted. "That little slut, she is ruining everything for us!" her sisters cried to their mother. At last it was time and Sinderilla stood in the doorway, watching the carriage leave. She shut the door and went into the parlor to sit on the couch and cry.
A noise caught Sinderilla's attention and she looked up to see what it was. A woman stood in the middle of the room. She looked like a very nice lady when she smiled at the girl sitting there. "Hello dearie. I guess your wondering who I am and what I'm doing here, aren't you" the woman asked in a sweet grandmotherly voice. When Sinderilla said nothing, the woman said, "Get your ass off of that couch and come here Sinderilla."
As if in a dream, Sinderilla stood and walked over to where the woman. "Okay, we've work to do and it must be done quickly." Then she took a little stick out of her pocket and held it up over her head. Sinderilla watched in awe as the wand began to glow with light, brighter and brighter. The women spoke, saying, "Bibbilly, bibbilly bock, it's time we make her rock! Silk and satins we've got, to make this lass look hot. Skin so very fair, with beautiful golden hair... lips as red as a rose, a figure dressed so it shows." she chanted as she waved the wand around above her head. Swirls of light circled Sinderilla and she felt like something was tickling her for a moment. When she looked down at herself she couldn't believe her eyes.
Sinderilla was wearing the most beautiful gown she'd ever seen. The bodice fit snug, forcing her breasts almost out of it and giving her a lot of clevage. Her tiny waist was accented by a belt that looked to be of silver. The bottom of the gown looked like it was made of yards and yards of shimmering material that changed color when she moved the slightest bit. When Sinderilla lifted the hem, she stared at a pair of glass slippers on her feet, she could see her toenails through them, painted red. Her undergarments were white, lacy bits of fabric that barely covered her. She couldn't help but pull the panties aside so she could see her snatch, it was neatly trimmed. She went to a table and picked up a mirror that lay upon it and timidly peeked at her reflection. Her hand flew to her mouth, which had fallen open in surprise, when she saw herself. Her long tresses were braided into a lovely french twist at the back of her head, Her mouth was glistening with a ruby red lip color.. her eyes looked hugh smokey and dark, while her cheeks had a soft pink glow. From her ears hung diamonds, and a diamond necklace adorned her throat. On her hands, she wore long white silk gloves. Her nose twitched as she sniffed the air.. "Is that me I smell?" she asked, sniffing again. The smell of exotic flowers drifted on the currents of air around her.
"By the way," the woman said, "I'm your Fairy-Godmother." Sinderilla didn't hear her, she was still checking herself out in the hand mirror, oooohing and ahhhing over her appearence.
The woman admired her work then said, "You must be home by one o'clock in the morning and you must fuck the Prince or life will go back to the way it's been for you." She walked around Sinderilla, checking to make sure everything was right. Then she noticed the look of shock and embarassment on the girls face. "Don't tell me... your a virgin, right?" she inquired but didn't wait for an answer, she went on, saying "Of course you are... they all are these days.. or so they'd like us to believe."
