Cinderella was now 95 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 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 years?”

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, Fairy 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 looked over at the frightened cat in the corner

and said, “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 makeup 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 electricity, the fairy

godmother was gone as suddenly as she had 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, and held her close in his young muscular arms.

He leaned in, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath as

he whispered, “Bet you're sorry you neutered me.”

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