Cinderellla And The Fairy
Cinderella was terribly distraught as her evil step mother would not
allow her to go to the ball. Crying her eyes out and seeing that her
heart was thourghly broken, the Fairy Godfather appeared. He was a
very large oriental gentalman that weighed over 300 pounds, with a pair
of wings on his back, and very effeminate. He was what one would call a
true blue fairy, as he was gay, had a magic wand, wings, dressed in
blue, and was well...a fairy!
"Oh stop that crying for heaven's sake," said the fairy with a lisp.
"Who are you?," asked the puzzled young lady. Acting indignant, the
fairy replied, "Donald Trump's stockbroker," he said with sarcasm.
"I'm obviously your fairy godfather," said the fairy. "But I thought
all magic fairies were fairy godmothers!," replied Cinderella. "You've
been watching too much Jerry Springer! My my you are a sad case. If
there were no fairy godfathers how could there be any fairy
godmothers?," asked the fairly indignantly.
Looking even more puzzled Cinderella replied, "Well I suppose so.."
"I'm running late on my schedule so we've got to hurry. I've got 10
more balls to attend to within the next hour so do you want to go to
the local ball in this town or not?," asked the fairy godfather. "Well
yes, but I haven't got a thing to wear," replied Cinderella. "My my
we're so picky about little details for such a poor girl living in
Trailor Trash Sringerville now aren't we? Oh very well then," said the
fairy as he threw a handful of magic blue dust in the air while at the
same time uttered the word "WHEW!" loud and clear.
Cinderella's rags had magically transformed into the most posh threads
even the rich and snooty shops of Rodeo Drive would be jealous of. "Oh
fairy godfather thankyou, thankyou," said Cinderella as she fell to the
fairies feet weeping. Jumping back with a look of horror on his face
and in his voice he said, "Stop it, you'll stain my blue suede shoes!"
Running out into the street, Cinderella hailed a taxi.
"Oh uh there's just one thing, well 2 actually. You must wear a
diaphragm the entire time you are at the ball and you MUST be back by
2:00am. If you are even one second late coming home, your diaphragm
will turn into a pumpkin. You got that?," demanded the fairy. "Oh yes
fairy godfather, thankyou so much. But I haven't got a diaphragm," said
Cinderella. The fairy then yelled "WHEW" and once again threw a handful
of blue dust into the air and she instantly was wearing a diaphragm.
Just as she was pulling away in the taxi she heard the fairy godfather
yelling, "Now remember you must wear your diaphragm at all times and
you must be back by 2:00am and not one second late or else the
diaphragm turns into a pumpkin!" "I promise, I promise fairy
godfather...." yelled Cinderella as her voice could be heard fading
away while the taxi drove off.
6:00am the next morning:
The fairy godfather was cursing and arguing with himself. He was
cursing himself because he was angry that he had misjudged Cinderella
and how dare his precious priviledge be wasted on some ingrate. He
almost shit new blue pant suit when he saw this taxi with Cinderella in
it. Could it be he wondered? No that is impossible! he thought adamatly
to himself. This was obviously a girl that looked like her. Cinderella
had long since been dead at 2:01am since her diaphragm had turned into
a pumpkin and therefore killed her.
Yet, fuck a duck he thought to himself as he saw Lil Miss disobediant
Princess let herself out of the back seat of the taxi cab that
deposited her in front of her trashy trailor home wearing a dreamy
smile on her face. He was amazed she wasn't dead. "And where the fuck
have you been young missy? It is after 6:00am! Curfew was at 2:00am and
I told you what would happen if you were one second late!," demanded
the fairy.
"Oh fairy godfather I had the most wonderful time. I met this most
wonderful man who was incredible!," said Cinderella looking happy,
stupid, ecstatic, and blitzed out. He knew she wasn't on any sort of
drug because he held up his drug wand to her and waved it up and down
her entire body. Any drug of and kind that in any way gave off even the
tiniest buzz would have lit up, made a loud noise over and over
like a car alarm as well as blinking the name of whatever substance or
chemical one was under the influence of. Yet, the fairie's wand
remained dull and unexcited.
Sighing, he thought to himself she must be telling the truth. "Why
can't I be so lucky?," thought the fairy godfather. Jumping up and down
because he so loved to dish (especially about good looking men) he
asked her,"Well don't leave me hanging! Who was this terrific,
charming, most wonderful man in the world you met tonight?" "Ohhhh,"
she began in a dreamy voice as if she were on opium. "Peter Peter
something...."
Cinderella was terribly distraught as her evil step mother would not
allow her to go to the ball. Crying her eyes out and seeing that her
heart was thourghly broken, the Fairy Godfather appeared. He was a
very large oriental gentalman that weighed over 300 pounds, with a pair
of wings on his back, and very effeminate. He was what one would call a
true blue fairy, as he was gay, had a magic wand, wings, dressed in
blue, and was well...a fairy!
"Oh stop that crying for heaven's sake," said the fairy with a lisp.
"Who are you?," asked the puzzled young lady. Acting indignant, the
fairy replied, "Donald Trump's stockbroker," he said with sarcasm.
"I'm obviously your fairy godfather," said the fairy. "But I thought
all magic fairies were fairy godmothers!," replied Cinderella. "You've
been watching too much Jerry Springer! My my you are a sad case. If
there were no fairy godfathers how could there be any fairy
godmothers?," asked the fairly indignantly.
Looking even more puzzled Cinderella replied, "Well I suppose so.."
"I'm running late on my schedule so we've got to hurry. I've got 10
more balls to attend to within the next hour so do you want to go to
the local ball in this town or not?," asked the fairy godfather. "Well
yes, but I haven't got a thing to wear," replied Cinderella. "My my
we're so picky about little details for such a poor girl living in
Trailor Trash Sringerville now aren't we? Oh very well then," said the
fairy as he threw a handful of magic blue dust in the air while at the
same time uttered the word "WHEW!" loud and clear.
Cinderella's rags had magically transformed into the most posh threads
even the rich and snooty shops of Rodeo Drive would be jealous of. "Oh
fairy godfather thankyou, thankyou," said Cinderella as she fell to the
fairies feet weeping. Jumping back with a look of horror on his face
and in his voice he said, "Stop it, you'll stain my blue suede shoes!"
Running out into the street, Cinderella hailed a taxi.
"Oh uh there's just one thing, well 2 actually. You must wear a
diaphragm the entire time you are at the ball and you MUST be back by
2:00am. If you are even one second late coming home, your diaphragm
will turn into a pumpkin. You got that?," demanded the fairy. "Oh yes
fairy godfather, thankyou so much. But I haven't got a diaphragm," said
Cinderella. The fairy then yelled "WHEW" and once again threw a handful
of blue dust into the air and she instantly was wearing a diaphragm.
Just as she was pulling away in the taxi she heard the fairy godfather
yelling, "Now remember you must wear your diaphragm at all times and
you must be back by 2:00am and not one second late or else the
diaphragm turns into a pumpkin!" "I promise, I promise fairy
godfather...." yelled Cinderella as her voice could be heard fading
away while the taxi drove off.
6:00am the next morning:
The fairy godfather was cursing and arguing with himself. He was
cursing himself because he was angry that he had misjudged Cinderella
and how dare his precious priviledge be wasted on some ingrate. He
almost shit new blue pant suit when he saw this taxi with Cinderella in
it. Could it be he wondered? No that is impossible! he thought adamatly
to himself. This was obviously a girl that looked like her. Cinderella
had long since been dead at 2:01am since her diaphragm had turned into
a pumpkin and therefore killed her.
Yet, fuck a duck he thought to himself as he saw Lil Miss disobediant
Princess let herself out of the back seat of the taxi cab that
deposited her in front of her trashy trailor home wearing a dreamy
smile on her face. He was amazed she wasn't dead. "And where the fuck
have you been young missy? It is after 6:00am! Curfew was at 2:00am and
I told you what would happen if you were one second late!," demanded
the fairy.
"Oh fairy godfather I had the most wonderful time. I met this most
wonderful man who was incredible!," said Cinderella looking happy,
stupid, ecstatic, and blitzed out. He knew she wasn't on any sort of
drug because he held up his drug wand to her and waved it up and down
her entire body. Any drug of and kind that in any way gave off even the
tiniest buzz would have lit up, made a loud noise over and over
like a car alarm as well as blinking the name of whatever substance or
chemical one was under the influence of. Yet, the fairie's wand
remained dull and unexcited.
Sighing, he thought to himself she must be telling the truth. "Why
can't I be so lucky?," thought the fairy godfather. Jumping up and down
because he so loved to dish (especially about good looking men) he
asked her,"Well don't leave me hanging! Who was this terrific,
charming, most wonderful man in the world you met tonight?" "Ohhhh,"
she began in a dreamy voice as if she were on opium. "Peter Peter
something...."
