(As a note, I entend for this story to be a comedy. Please do not get offended by whatever I write. I do not own the Disney Princess (that's the disclaimer), though these princesses aren't exactly like the orignals, either. They have their quirks and stories. I will have one or two chapters telling about their pasts and where they live, but they are optional reading. Just know that if something later on doesn't make sense--it's not my fault.

To elaborate about the story, my story Cinderella: The Dreamer with a Wooden Clog does NOT have anything to do with this story. We are talking about completely differnent princesses. My story Snow White: The Mad Trucker also does not have anything to do with this story. Meanwhile, my story Belle the Murderous Pirate IS associated with this story. Although Princess! takes place after Belle's story ends, they are interconnected. There will be no spoilers to her trial/piratery in this story, although it is mentioned that she killed the Beast.

Enjoy. There are pictures of outfits on my profile.)

Princess!

"Royally Absurd"

I stepped lightly into Cinderella's room, knowing that she would hate my being there. Her room was spottless as usual, the blue bedspread without a wrinkle on the ivory bed, babyblue and white walls scrubbed clean, her desk a picture of perfection. She was so incredibly OCD. Sometimes I would make fun of her for it. It always really bothered me how she kept everything so clean--even things that weren't hers. For instance, if I were to leave a cup with something in it on the counter, I could depend on her washing it before I got back to the kitchen to drink whatever was in it. I blame it on the years she spent as a maid.

But, sketching over to her closet, I found something peculiar; dresses thrown every which way, accesories scattered, makeup opened and messied. I wandered further to find a sleeping Cinderella inside of the closet, her blue, princess dress halfway on, and a glass slipper hanging off of her foot.

Shaking my head and tapping my foot, I headed over to the other side of the room where a silver alarm clock stood alone on a shelf. I plucked a spring and allowed it to ring full blast, filling the room with the most abnoxious sound. Cinderella's eyes flew open as she dashed out of the closet and landed on the hardwood floors with her face smashed against a dress. She scrambled up, falling down twice, to slam the alarm clock into the wall before swinging onto her bed in a tremble. All the while, I don't think that she ever noticed me standing there.

All that would stray from my mouth was a sigh as I bent down to pick up the alarm clock that was probably now broken. Cinderella blinked a few times before noticing me.

"What are you doing in my room?" she asked, as if nothing had happened.

I walked over to the doorway before mentioning, "We're going to the mall today--get into something decent."

"But this is decent!" I heard her yell as I stepped lightly down the wide hall of white marble. I turned around to see her in the doorway. "My blue dress is plenty decent for a mall visit."

I looked her up and down. The dress hung off of one shoulder, she was only wearing one of her glass slippers, and her hair was a complete mess. "People will think you're a freak." I turned around to leave, but she ended up following me to argue.

"No, this is perfect. Everyone around this town dresses queerly, so I'll fit in perfect!" she cheered.

"Cin, there's a difference between dressing culturally like myself and dressing in a princess gown. It's not like I dress normal everyday, then randomly decide to dress Arabian. I always wear this. Whatever happened to your Hollister outfits? What possessed you to wear this?" Maybe I had gone a little overboard, but she diserved it. She'd been like this for the past three days. Wearing ball gowns and feathery costumns. She used to dress so preppy, but something had gotten into her.

"I just want to look beautiful," she sighed before turning around to go back to her room. I kept walking down the hall, making sure to knock on Ariel and Mulan's room as I went past. It would have been good to wake them up and tell them about the mall earlier. But I suppose that I forgot. They'll just have to get mad at me.

That would be an average day for me. Infact, that was this morning; about a half-hour ago.