A/N: Sorry is chapter is a bit long. I didn't want to end it on a sudden cliffhanger.


Three days past since Trina tried to make Laney Grojband's new bassist, but everything was supposedly back to normal. Laney went back to being manager to The Newmans and Corey was still looking for another bassist. With the exception of Chloe, no one else was good at playing the bass. Then again, the auditions would have been better if Corey did make the auditions too specific.

"'Girls only'?" Kin asked, looking at a flyer. "You want a girl bassist in our band?"

"This is Chloe's replacement," Corey explained. "The new bassist needs to appeal to the female perspective. Can't let everyone think we're an all-boy band."

"There's nothing wrong with a male bassist," Kon said, browsing various websites.

"Yes there is," Corey explained. "If we add a guy for the replacement, we're going to end up with half-minded ditzy preteen girls thinking we're the next N*SYNC or Backstreet Boys. We NEED a girl in the band to prevent that from happening."

"Any idea how we can do that?" Kin asked.

Kon stopped at a particular website. "How about attending tonight's dance?" he asked.

Corey ran over to the computer and looked at the website.

The 14th Annual Peaceville Ball

Dress up as your favorite fairy tale character and live a life of fantasy!

You can't go if you don't look formal.

Corey smiled. "Guys, I have a crazy idea that just might work."


"The Peaceville Ball is tonight?!" Carrie exclaimed, looking at the computer.

"Looks like it to me," Laney replied. "Want me to book the gig?"

"Don't bother," Carrie said. "We're a rock band, not a classical band."

"So why bother going?" Konnie asked.

"To attend, of course," Carrie said. "Just imagine, Newmans. Everyone's having a good time at the party. Then all of a sudden, we walk in. Everyone looks at us, amazed with how good we look in formal attire. Then, right across the dance floor, we find those special someones to dance with as all eyes are still on us." She sighed loveingly. "It's the perfect dream come true!"

The other three bandmates were silent until Lenny spoke up. "Carrie, I appreciate you not using gender-specific pronouns, but I don't think that little fantasy of yours works for me."

"We're going, Lenny," Carrie insisted. "Kim, Konnie, you in?"

"But I don't have a dress," Konnie said.

"And I'm not really princess material," Kim said.

"I'll let you borrow some of my dresses," Carrie said. "Lenny, you'll have to find a suit for tonight."

"What about me?" Laney asked since she was a closet girly-girl.

Carrie scoffed. "Like I see you wearing a dress," she said. "You don't have the right body." She looked at her bandmates. "Okay Newmans, let's get ready for the dance."

As The Newmans discussed outfits and Laney went back to researching more gigs, no one was aware Trina was standing right outside, and that she overheard the whole conversation.


"Are you sure you want to do this?" Kin asked.

"Trust me," Corey said. "Every girl is going to attend the dance. I'll talk to each of them and see if they're good at playing the bass."

"And how do you plan to do that?" Kon asked.

Corey walked over to a mirror. "Please," he said, taking off his beanie and finger-combing his hair. "No girl can resist my charms."


That night, The Newmans were adding the finishing touches on their outfits. Lenny wore a simple black and white suit, while the girls went all out. Kim wore a knee-length red dress with ruby sandals and a ruby necklace. Konnie wore a black dress with black flats. But as the leader of the band, Carrie looked the prettiest. Her hair was straightened and not covered by her lucky beanie. She wore a sparkling orange one-sleeved gown and dark blue high heels. She was willing to wear red lipstick for the occasion, wanting to make an impression.

"Okay Newmans," Carrie said. "Are we ready to enjoy this party?"

"We sure are, Carrie," Konnie replied.

"Good," Carrie said. "Now come on. My sister is driving us."

Laney watched as the Beff family car drove off. She sighed miserably and went back to her research. She really wanted to attend the dance and have her own fairy tale princess fantasy. Carrie was preventing it from happening. So as usual, she was stuck in this garage looking up any more gigs.

"Hey Laney."

Laney looked away from the computer and saw Trina standing right outside. "Hey Trina," she said. "What are you doing here?"

Trina entered the garage. "Just wondering why you're, like, not at the dance like all the other girls in town."

"It's Carrie," Laney said. "She made me stay here." She sighed. "And I really wanted to go."

"So why don't you?" Trina asked.

"Because Carrie said so," Laney answered.

"Bet she didn't say anything about pretending to go," Trina said, pulling Laney away from the computer. "What do you say?"

Laney rolled her eyes. "Sure, why not?"

"Great!" Trina exclaimed. "Now what would you totes like?"

Laney looked down at her outfit. "A nice dress, for starters," she said.

"Don't tell me," Trina said. "A gorgeous white gown that sparkles in the ballroom lights."

"I guess," Laney said with a shrug.

Trina responded by taking out a white bedsheet and tying it around Laney's waist. "Here's your gown," the older girl said, escorting Laney over to a mirror. "What do you think?"

Laney couldn't help but smile. She looked silly with a bedsheet tied around her waist. "I think I look pretty," she said, playing along.

"Now about your hair," Trina said. "What about an elegant updo so perfect, not a single stand is, like, in front of your eyes?"

"I was actually thinking something like this," Laney said. Then she took out her bobby pins, locks of her red hair reaching past her shoulders with each bobby pin removed.

When Laney was finished, Trina squealed, amazed to see her friend look girly for once. "Hashtag: BEAUTIFUL!" she declared. "You so look like a princess!"

"Trina, you know we're just pretending," Laney pointed out.

"I know, but it's so much fun!" Trina said. "What do you think about white eyeshadow? You probably don't need makeup, but it would go so well with your dress. And how about, like, glass slippers on your feet?"

"Hold on," Laney said, walking away from the mirror. "I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, but I think you're getting carried away."

"Come on, Laney," Trina encouraged. "It's possible when you use your imagination."

"You suggested glass slippers," Laney said. "For that to happen, you would have to be some kind of fairy godmother."

With that comment, Trina stopped smiling. "Oh," she said. "You're serious."

"Wait..." Laney said, looking at the older girl. "What do you mean by that?"

Trina slammed the garage door shut. "You can't tell anyone about this," she said, grabbing a pale brown cloak and wrapping it around herself. "It's, like, super important. You must promise to keep your word."

"About what?" Laney asked.

"This," Trina said. Then she took off the cloak, suddenly wearing a poofy lilac gown and silver high heels. Her hair was longer and held back by a diamond headband. All in all, she looked absolutely amazing.

Laney was baffled. "Wha- How did you-"

Trina made an ID appear out of thin air for a few seconds. "I'm a fairy godmother in-training for Midnight Wishes Industries," she explained, no longer talking like a valley girl. "We specialize in helping all the Cinderellas of the Multiverse get their happy endings."

Laney didn't respond.

Trina sighed. "Guess I have to explain myself," she said. A scroll appeared in front of her and she showed Laney various pictures on the scroll. "In 1697, a fairy godmother named Fleury Sparkles helped out a kind servant girl who was called Cinderella by her stepfamily. But after she got her happy ending, a strange occurrence occurred. Almost instantly, the original Cinderella was somehow replicated when space gods wanted to create their own versions of the story. Those versions were spread throughout the Multiverse, resulting in numerous Cinderellas to exist all at once. Fortunately, Fleury came up with a brilliant plan. She created Midnight Wishes Industries to train fairy godmothers to help all those Cinderellas in the Multiverse. Some of the well-known ones are Abigail Delight of 1950, Christine Winker of 1957, Winifred Hudson of 1997, Lucinda Snyde of 2004, and Marie Lavender of 2013. The last one is my mentor." The scroll vanished instantly. "Does that clear things up?"

"Are you saying Cinderella is a real person?" Laney asked, still surprised.

"Was," Trina corrected. "She died of old age a long time ago. Those other versions you see in the media originated from different sections of the Multiverse."

"Why are you telling me all of this?" Laney asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Trina asked. "As a fairy godmother, it's my job to reveal myself to this universe's version of Cinderella so I can turn her into a princess for the big dance."

"So where is this Cinderella?" Laney asked, looking around.

Trina groaned, starting to get frustrated. "It's you."

"Me?!" Laney asked in alarm. "I can't be this universe's version of Cinderella! I live with my biological mother and I don't have any siblings!"

"Each Cinderella is different, but they all have the basic elements," Trina explained. "Let's take you for example. You're a manager for a band, but the leader treats you horribly. This kind of makes Carrie, the band's leader, the wicked stepmother, leaving her bandmates as the evil stepsiblings. Carrie forces you to hide your beauty using baggy clothes, dark makeup, and bobby pins. Guess you can say she forces you to wear 'rags'. So with Carrie and her bandmates off to the town dance, I'm here to help you become beautiful."

"Okay then," Laney said, raising her arms. "Go ahead. Work your magic on me."

"Yeah, about that..." Trina said. "You probably know about the rule that the spell is broken at the stroke of midnight, which is actually to recycle the magic after a fairy godmother uses it." She took a deep breath. "But because I'm not a full-fledge fairy godmother, my spells are kind of...permanent."

"Meaning?" Laney asked.

"If I turn your outfit into a dress, it'll stay like that forever," Trina explained. "But before you say anything, I'm willing to work around that problem." She untied the bedsheet from the younger girl's waist and put it in her hands. "So while I work my magic to create your transportation, go take a shower to freshen up. When your done, use this bedsheet as a makeshift robe."

"Why?" Laney asked, looking at the bedsheet.

"I told you this was your gown when we were pretending," Trina explained. "Now go ahead and clean up."


Some time later, Laney came back to the garage with the bedsheet wrapped around her body. "Okay, I'm back," she said.

"Perfect," Trina said. "Now to work my magic and turn you into your true self."

"So, how does this work?" Laney asked. "Do I spin around while you..."

"What? No!" Trina said. "I don't want you to get dizzy." She cracked her knuckles. "Just let me get my powers working, and..." She extended her arms towards Laney, lilac powder coming from her palms.

Laney couldn't believe what was happening. The powder swirled around her as the bedsheet changed shape, becoming more fitting around her body. She subconsciously closed her eyes as some powder shifted to her face, right on her closed eyelids. A strand of powder even went into her hair, moving it away from her face and exposing her ears. Eventually, the powder faded away, completing the transformation.

"Did it work?" Laney asked, opening her eyes.

Trina brought Laney over to the mirror. "You tell me," she said.

Laney couldn't believe what she saw. Her hair was straightened and held back by a white bow. She was wearing a strapless white gown that fit her so perfectly, every curve in her torso was visible. Her makeup only consisted of diamond eyeshadow, which complimented the dark green in her eyes. She briefly lifted the skirt, revealing glass slippers on her feet. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She was that speechless.

"Yeah, I know," Trina said. "Every Cinderella is surprised when they see themselves look like that. You're welcome."

"Trina, this is amazing," Laney said. "I look like a real girl."

"But they never say that," Trina added. "That's a first."

Laney looked over at Trina. "But you did it," the younger girl said. "You made me look like a girl." She smiled. "Thank you."

"Just doing my job," Trina replied. She walked over to the garage door. "Now I know I'm supposed to make a carriage out of a pumpkin, but then I realized how smelly it would be and I really don't want you to have an odor when you go to the party. So instead, I made one out of scratch." She opened the garage door, revealing a silver carriage outside. Its transportation was a white unicorn.

"A unicorn?!" Laney happily asked. "You got me a unicorn-drawn carriage?!" (A/N: Technically it's a horse-drawn carriage, but that's a unicorn, not an ordinary horse.)

"I remember hearing you gush over a dog dressed as a unicorn during Comet Day," Trina recalled. "So instead of doing the tradition and turning mice into horses, I gave you your very own unicorn."

Laney gushed over the unicorn. "I can't believe this is happening to me!" she exclaimed, smiling wide.

"You better believe it," Trina said. "Now go on and enjoy your princess moment. I know I said you don't have a deadline, but I would suggest getting back here before The Newmans. Don't want them to get suspicious."

Laney walked over to the carriage, opened the door, and got in. "I'll keep that in mind," she said, closing the carriage door.

And so, with Laney in the carriage, it drove off, bringing her to the dance.


A/N: End of chapter 2. If you want, feel free to draw some pictures based on this fanfic. You can send me the links through private messages.