Cinderella Reloaded

Cinderella is now 75 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 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, and almost under her breath, she uttered her first wish:
"I wish I were wealthy beyond comprehension." Instantly, her rocking
chair was turned into solid gold. Cinderella was stunned. Bob, 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 is the least I can do. What does your
heart want 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.
A long-forgotten vigor and vitality began to course through her.

Then the Fairy Godmother again spoke, "You have one more wish, what
shall you have?"

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 complete, he stood before her, a man so beautiful the
likes of which neither she nor the world had ever seen.

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, Bob and Cinderella looked into each others
eyes. Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most stunningly perfect man
she had ever seen. Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her
rocking chair. He 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 now"