CINDERFELLA
Chapter Five:
The Duke stood before the King's chamber door, rubbing his hands nervously. The King, he imagined, would have his head over this ordeal. The young lady that the Prince had gone off dancing and courting with was nowhere to be found, and when he'd asked the Prince where she might have gone, the Prince had only handed him a... soccer cleat? What? Then the Prince, who had looked rather sore, smiled dreamily and said, "It's his..."
The Duke was rather confused by the Prince's statement... his? That had been a woman the Prince had gone dancing with. There was just no way that it had been a man. Or so he'd managed to convince himself. He looked down at this cleat, then knocked nervously.
No noise came from within, but the door creaked open in an eerie fashion. The King was fully awake, staring intently at the Duke as he entered his bedchambers. His stare was fixed and wide-eyed, and quite unnerving,
"What news have you of the Prince?" he asked, a severe and dangerous look in his eyes. The Duke cleared his throat and swallowed hard,
"Well... he uhm.. he said that he found someone--"
"Splendid! We'll begin preparations immediately! Where is she?" asked the King clapping excitedly.
"Well, Sire, that's just the trouble... we... we can't find her anywhere..." The King's face darkened,
"You can't find her...? How is that possible?" he asked, his tone calm, but menacing. The Duke broke out into a nervous sweat,
"Well... at midnight she just sort of... uhm... vanished?" offered the Duke. Even the Prince didn't know where she'd gone, only that she'd said she had to leave urgently as the clock struck midnight. The King's face darkened with a sudden rage and he flew at the Duke, grabbing him by the collar, his face inches from the Duke's,
"How does a woman just up and vanish like that!? Someone must know who she is--!"
"Sire, please, be calm! The Prince said she left behind this... uhm... soccer cleat. It fell off her foot as she was taking her leave of the ball," he said, offering the cleat itself as evidence. The King's eyes widened as he took the shoe,
"Wow, Adidas F50s; I didn't even know these were out yet!" he exclaimed, admiring the shoe. The King's look then turned to one that actually frightened the Duke, "Here me as I decree; whatever fair maiden it is that fits this Adidas F50 shall become the Prince's bride! Whether he bloody likes it or not!" he shouted, cackling gleefully. The Duke slapped his own forehead and rubbed his cheek; he doubted the Prince was going to approve.
And so it went, and the word was spread across the kingdom that whosoever fit the fine Adidas F50 would become the Prince's bride. Can you imagine how many crossdressers AND ladies were showing up at the public fittings? Holy shit. In any case, word was sent to various households, and it eventually reached Cinderella's house. Can you imagine how badly Bradmomma and his 'daughters' were spazzing? It was utter chaos! But I won't just tell you like that. This is what went down that day:
It was quiet in the house of Crawford for a short, merciful time the morning following the ball. No one had asked Cinderella about his night, but they had ranted and raved about some woman stealing the Prince's attention away and then, after she apparently left, the Prince just angsted all over the carpet until the rest of the guests cleared out. How annoying.
In any case, in the mid-morning hours, a messenger came to the house with a message (duh, what else?). Bradmomma, still a little miffed from the ball, took it and slammed the door against the messenger. The messenger vowed to egg the Crawford estate on the weekend as he left.
In the house, Bradmomma wasted no time in tearing the note open and reading it to herself.
Please note:
Since your name appeared on the Prince's guest list
from the ball last night, His Royal Highness will be paying
a visit to your household this afternoon. Please have any and
all eligible women barefoot in preparation to try on a shoe left by the maiden the Prince is to marry. If any of the maidens in
the house should fit the shoe, she will become the Prince's bride. Thank you
for your cooperation, and the Prince will be with you shortly.
Regards,
The Royal Palace Staff & Co.
Bradmomma nearly had a hernia. He started screaming and screaming, and then, in his stupor, started screaming for his 'daughters' to come immediately to the main hall. The daughters scrambled to answer their 'mother's' call and were in front of him in no time flat.
"What's that note in your hand, Bradmomma?" Drizella asked anxiously. Bradmomma could hardly contain himself,
"OHMIGOD! The Prince is coming! The Prince is coming!!" he shreiked, waving his arms frantically, as if he were a bird trying to stay in flight. Then, after a moment, he stopped and regained his composure,
"Girls, go change into something nice. The Prince is coming to our house soon to fit one of you with a shoe left by the maiden that the Prince was smitten with from the ball last night! One of you MUST fit that shoe, because if you do... get this: the Prince will take you back to the Palace and the two of you'll be married!" he squeaked, barely able to contain himself. The sisters burst excitedly.
"THE PRINCE!!!!!!!" They said, grabbing each other hands and jumping in rhythm. Then the pair made a mad dash for their wardrobes to put on the best outfits they could find, because, of course, the shoe would fit THEM.
Cinderella, who had been listening through a door, peeked his head out gingerly.
"Can I try on the shoe, too?" he asked tenatively, bracing in case Bradmomma should chose to throw anything at him.
Bradmomma turned to Cinderella with a look so fierce that it probably could have made him burst into flames, had he that power. He hissed, and you'd swear you could a see a forked tongue as his eyes came aflame,
"WHY in the world would YOU have an interest in trying the shoe on?" he asked in a dangerously calm voice, turned fully to face Cinderella.
Mistake. BIIIG mistake. He should have known not to ask, but he HAD to open up his big mouth. It WAS his Adidas F50. And they were damned good shoes. He wanted it back. That was why he wanted to try the shoe on. Not because he LIKED this prince. Nuh-uh. Sure, he'd have to marry him if he DID try on the shoe, but he figured he could live with it as long as he was able to move out of Bradmomma's house. But now he'd gone and gotten Bradmomma pissed. Cinderella'd be lucky if he was ALIVE when the prince came.
"Just...out of curisosity," he blurted an excuse as soon as it hit him. "I.. wanna see... how I..measure up?" Bradmomma frowned deeply as his face darkened and he marched right up to Cinderella, their faces inches apart,
"You listen to me, you litte wretch," he hissed, about to ready to pop, "I'll not have you tarnishing my good name by asking to try on that shoe! I know how you measure up -- NOT AT ALL!" he shrieked, about ready to give Cinderella a good slap. "Now... REMOVE YOURSELF!"
"Yes Bradmomma," Cinderella said quietly and crept back to his listening-point behind the door, hoping Bradmomma wouldn't notice he was still there.
An overly-extravagant carriage pulled up in front of the Crawford Estate, and from it emerged the Prince (who looked somewhat miffed), followed by the Duke who had with him the prized shoe, atop a velvety pillow. The doors to the manour flew open and Bradmomma rushed out to greet the Prince and the Duke,
"Your Highnesses! How wonderful to see you both! I--"
"Cut the crap, please, Lady Crawford. Show me to your daughters so that I can leave disappointed again," she said, waving her hand. Bradmomma stopped abruptly and curtsied in apology,
"Right this way, Your Majesties!" he said, then turned and marched back into the house, the Duke and Prince in tow. Bradmomma then led them into the main lounge, where his two 'daughters' were waiting, rather impatiently, to try on the shoe.
The Prince almost visibly shuddered at the very sight of them. The sisters tried their best to look pretty as Anastasia, who was closest, held out his foot so he could try on the shoe. The Prince motioned the Duke forward, and the Duke sighed begrudgingly as he knelt next to Anastacia, and slid the shoe onto his foot. Although he had to seriously squish his toes up in there, Anastasia was able to get his foot into the shoe. His face lit up, and he jumped up excitedly,
"It fits! It fits!" he squealed. The Prince raised her hand to silence him,
"Wait," she said, motioning for Anastacia to sit, then crouched down and felt the toe end of the shoe, "Wiggle your toes, please," she said, without looking up. Anastasia wiggled what he could of his toes in the shoe, which wasn't much. The Prince smirked and shook her head,
"As I suspected," she said, pulling the shoe off Anastacia's foot. "You wouldn't believe how many people have tried that one today. Close, but no cigar," she said, then handed the shoe back to the Duke, who then turned to Drizella, and slipped it onto his foot. Drizella knew how to counter THAT trick. He slipped the shoe on until his toes met the end of the shoe, and even though his heel wasn't entirely in the shoe he announced smugly that it fit.
The Prince looked as though she would have a heart attack as Bradmomma looked on with pride, shrieking happily. There was no way! The Prince knew QUITE well that this wasn't the same girl that she had danced with last night. She struggled to contain herself. Then the Duke lifted Drizella's foot good-naturedly to display the whole shoe, only to reveal that his heel was yet out of the shoe quite a bit. The Prince let out a sigh of relief; well, at least she didn't have to marry him. But what now? They'd been to every house in the kingdom, and seen even more at the public fittings...
"Are you there no other eligible maidens in the house?" she asked, a little dimly. Bradmomma shook his head vehemently,
"Oh no, we're the only ones," he said, sighing in dismay. How could this have happened? It was almost perfect. Oh, sadness! He managed to keep himself from weeping. The sisters also denied the question vehemently.
"Of COURSE not," Anastasia said.
"After all, we didn't have any other sisters with us YESTERDAY," Drizella pointed out.
This was Cinderella's cue to come bursting through the door he had been hiding behind.
"LIKE FUN THERE's NOT!" he almost yelled. The Prince started and the Duke dropped the shoe, then quickly picked it back up. Bradmomma turned crimson, trying not to swear,
"Ah-- no no! She's only a servant girl! Pay her no mind, she wasn't even there last night! I--"
"Silence!" said the Prince, in the most commanding voice she could muster. The Duke then cut in,
"ALL eligible maidens will try it on. Whether they were there or not," he said, motioning for Cinderella to sit. The Prince blinked a few times; he looked an AWFUL lot like that girl from last night... only... more manly. Maybe it was him? Maybe...?
Cinderella resisted the urge to give his step-sisters a raspberry as he sat down to try on the shoe. This was it! He was going to get to marry the Prince and get his other Adidas F50 back! And he'd get out of this hell- hole and live happily ever after! The Duke slipped the shoe onto his foot and pressed his thumb down to check for the toes. When it was discovered the shoe did, in fact, fit him quite perfectly, the Prince snapped her fingers,
"I knew it was you! ...Miss Ella," she said, smiling sweetly as she offered her upturned palm, much like she had the night before. Cinderella broke out into a grin that was, in retrospect, larger than he'd care to admit, and took the Prince's hand. Then a thought hit him and he hopped over to retrieve the other shoe from where he'd hidden it behind his door and put that shoe on, too. Then he went back to the Prince.
The Prince smiled again and touched Cinderella's cheek softly,
"Now we can go back to the Palace and be married," she said, not without an undertone of excitement in her voice. The first word that popped into Cinderella's head was "oh".. followed by the second word, "shit", finished by a healthy dose of exclamation marks.
There was NO WAY in HELL he was going to marry another man, even if he WAS a hot prince! No! Nuh-uh. Niet! Nein!
"Uh.. but.."Cinderella stammered. It wasn't quite as easy to vocalise the statement than it was to say it. "but I'm...I'm a man." The Prince blinked as if she were surprised, then broke into a fit of polite giggling. It didn't take long before she was nearly doubled-over with laughter. It did take her a few minutes, but she managed to calm herself enough to make a sentence,
"Oh" she said, wiping a tear from her eye, "Ah, Ella, I already knew you were a man," she said, still tittering, "I'd known since I first saw you." Cinderella was surprised. He'd felt like a total fruitcake in that dress..
"Oh. But still... I.. I can't.." he started but found it rather hard to finish. The Prince cocked her head to one side in a rather cute fashion, a look of slight confusion gracing her fine features,
"Oh? But why not?" she asked, touching his arm softly. Cinderella squished his eyes shut in the hopes that it'd make his sentence easier to finish,
"I can't marry another man!" he managed to say. The Prince snorted, trying to cover up a sudden rush of laughter, and succeeded momentarily. It wasn't long though, before she burst out laughing again, holding her stomach. Even the Duke tittered, though he was nervous. This seemed to be getting a little weird. Bradmomma and her daughters had honestly failed to see the humour in the situation. Eventually the Prince managed to calm herself. She patted Cinderella's shoulder,
"Oh, Ella, you really are cute," she said, still giggling, "but uhm..." she paused, tapping her chin. She stood up fully, then unbuttoned her jacket and slid it down her arms to reveal not the pecs that Cinderella had once assumed were there, but a pair of ample breasts encased in a pretty, lacy brassiere. "I'm not really a man, either," she said, blushing slightly as she clasped her hands together. Cinderella TRIED not to stare. REALLY he did. But the Prince (or was it Princess? Cinderella was getting confused) had such a NICE chest that he failed miserably for a good two minutes,
"In that case... let's go!" he said once he was able to compose himself. The Prince pulled her jacket back on and did the buttons back up. Then, without a word, she grasped Cinderella's shoulders gently and kissed his lips softly, then smiled sweetly as she took his hand and lead him away to the awaiting carriage. The Duke, with a rather happy sigh, bowed to Bradmomma (who was quite blue in the face) and his daughters,
"Adieu, madams," he said, then followed quickly after the Prince and her... wife-to-be?
And so it was decreed that Cinderella and the Prince were to be wed. And they were. And even though it was now publicly known that Cinderella was actually the man and the Prince was in fact a woman, Cinderella was still forced to wear the wedding dress at his own wedding. He was thrilled about that, but it was only one day... kinda. And so, they lived happily ever-and-many-babies-after.
THE END. Yo.
Chapter Five:
The Duke stood before the King's chamber door, rubbing his hands nervously. The King, he imagined, would have his head over this ordeal. The young lady that the Prince had gone off dancing and courting with was nowhere to be found, and when he'd asked the Prince where she might have gone, the Prince had only handed him a... soccer cleat? What? Then the Prince, who had looked rather sore, smiled dreamily and said, "It's his..."
The Duke was rather confused by the Prince's statement... his? That had been a woman the Prince had gone dancing with. There was just no way that it had been a man. Or so he'd managed to convince himself. He looked down at this cleat, then knocked nervously.
No noise came from within, but the door creaked open in an eerie fashion. The King was fully awake, staring intently at the Duke as he entered his bedchambers. His stare was fixed and wide-eyed, and quite unnerving,
"What news have you of the Prince?" he asked, a severe and dangerous look in his eyes. The Duke cleared his throat and swallowed hard,
"Well... he uhm.. he said that he found someone--"
"Splendid! We'll begin preparations immediately! Where is she?" asked the King clapping excitedly.
"Well, Sire, that's just the trouble... we... we can't find her anywhere..." The King's face darkened,
"You can't find her...? How is that possible?" he asked, his tone calm, but menacing. The Duke broke out into a nervous sweat,
"Well... at midnight she just sort of... uhm... vanished?" offered the Duke. Even the Prince didn't know where she'd gone, only that she'd said she had to leave urgently as the clock struck midnight. The King's face darkened with a sudden rage and he flew at the Duke, grabbing him by the collar, his face inches from the Duke's,
"How does a woman just up and vanish like that!? Someone must know who she is--!"
"Sire, please, be calm! The Prince said she left behind this... uhm... soccer cleat. It fell off her foot as she was taking her leave of the ball," he said, offering the cleat itself as evidence. The King's eyes widened as he took the shoe,
"Wow, Adidas F50s; I didn't even know these were out yet!" he exclaimed, admiring the shoe. The King's look then turned to one that actually frightened the Duke, "Here me as I decree; whatever fair maiden it is that fits this Adidas F50 shall become the Prince's bride! Whether he bloody likes it or not!" he shouted, cackling gleefully. The Duke slapped his own forehead and rubbed his cheek; he doubted the Prince was going to approve.
And so it went, and the word was spread across the kingdom that whosoever fit the fine Adidas F50 would become the Prince's bride. Can you imagine how many crossdressers AND ladies were showing up at the public fittings? Holy shit. In any case, word was sent to various households, and it eventually reached Cinderella's house. Can you imagine how badly Bradmomma and his 'daughters' were spazzing? It was utter chaos! But I won't just tell you like that. This is what went down that day:
It was quiet in the house of Crawford for a short, merciful time the morning following the ball. No one had asked Cinderella about his night, but they had ranted and raved about some woman stealing the Prince's attention away and then, after she apparently left, the Prince just angsted all over the carpet until the rest of the guests cleared out. How annoying.
In any case, in the mid-morning hours, a messenger came to the house with a message (duh, what else?). Bradmomma, still a little miffed from the ball, took it and slammed the door against the messenger. The messenger vowed to egg the Crawford estate on the weekend as he left.
In the house, Bradmomma wasted no time in tearing the note open and reading it to herself.
Please note:
Since your name appeared on the Prince's guest list
from the ball last night, His Royal Highness will be paying
a visit to your household this afternoon. Please have any and
all eligible women barefoot in preparation to try on a shoe left by the maiden the Prince is to marry. If any of the maidens in
the house should fit the shoe, she will become the Prince's bride. Thank you
for your cooperation, and the Prince will be with you shortly.
Regards,
The Royal Palace Staff & Co.
Bradmomma nearly had a hernia. He started screaming and screaming, and then, in his stupor, started screaming for his 'daughters' to come immediately to the main hall. The daughters scrambled to answer their 'mother's' call and were in front of him in no time flat.
"What's that note in your hand, Bradmomma?" Drizella asked anxiously. Bradmomma could hardly contain himself,
"OHMIGOD! The Prince is coming! The Prince is coming!!" he shreiked, waving his arms frantically, as if he were a bird trying to stay in flight. Then, after a moment, he stopped and regained his composure,
"Girls, go change into something nice. The Prince is coming to our house soon to fit one of you with a shoe left by the maiden that the Prince was smitten with from the ball last night! One of you MUST fit that shoe, because if you do... get this: the Prince will take you back to the Palace and the two of you'll be married!" he squeaked, barely able to contain himself. The sisters burst excitedly.
"THE PRINCE!!!!!!!" They said, grabbing each other hands and jumping in rhythm. Then the pair made a mad dash for their wardrobes to put on the best outfits they could find, because, of course, the shoe would fit THEM.
Cinderella, who had been listening through a door, peeked his head out gingerly.
"Can I try on the shoe, too?" he asked tenatively, bracing in case Bradmomma should chose to throw anything at him.
Bradmomma turned to Cinderella with a look so fierce that it probably could have made him burst into flames, had he that power. He hissed, and you'd swear you could a see a forked tongue as his eyes came aflame,
"WHY in the world would YOU have an interest in trying the shoe on?" he asked in a dangerously calm voice, turned fully to face Cinderella.
Mistake. BIIIG mistake. He should have known not to ask, but he HAD to open up his big mouth. It WAS his Adidas F50. And they were damned good shoes. He wanted it back. That was why he wanted to try the shoe on. Not because he LIKED this prince. Nuh-uh. Sure, he'd have to marry him if he DID try on the shoe, but he figured he could live with it as long as he was able to move out of Bradmomma's house. But now he'd gone and gotten Bradmomma pissed. Cinderella'd be lucky if he was ALIVE when the prince came.
"Just...out of curisosity," he blurted an excuse as soon as it hit him. "I.. wanna see... how I..measure up?" Bradmomma frowned deeply as his face darkened and he marched right up to Cinderella, their faces inches apart,
"You listen to me, you litte wretch," he hissed, about to ready to pop, "I'll not have you tarnishing my good name by asking to try on that shoe! I know how you measure up -- NOT AT ALL!" he shrieked, about ready to give Cinderella a good slap. "Now... REMOVE YOURSELF!"
"Yes Bradmomma," Cinderella said quietly and crept back to his listening-point behind the door, hoping Bradmomma wouldn't notice he was still there.
An overly-extravagant carriage pulled up in front of the Crawford Estate, and from it emerged the Prince (who looked somewhat miffed), followed by the Duke who had with him the prized shoe, atop a velvety pillow. The doors to the manour flew open and Bradmomma rushed out to greet the Prince and the Duke,
"Your Highnesses! How wonderful to see you both! I--"
"Cut the crap, please, Lady Crawford. Show me to your daughters so that I can leave disappointed again," she said, waving her hand. Bradmomma stopped abruptly and curtsied in apology,
"Right this way, Your Majesties!" he said, then turned and marched back into the house, the Duke and Prince in tow. Bradmomma then led them into the main lounge, where his two 'daughters' were waiting, rather impatiently, to try on the shoe.
The Prince almost visibly shuddered at the very sight of them. The sisters tried their best to look pretty as Anastasia, who was closest, held out his foot so he could try on the shoe. The Prince motioned the Duke forward, and the Duke sighed begrudgingly as he knelt next to Anastacia, and slid the shoe onto his foot. Although he had to seriously squish his toes up in there, Anastasia was able to get his foot into the shoe. His face lit up, and he jumped up excitedly,
"It fits! It fits!" he squealed. The Prince raised her hand to silence him,
"Wait," she said, motioning for Anastacia to sit, then crouched down and felt the toe end of the shoe, "Wiggle your toes, please," she said, without looking up. Anastasia wiggled what he could of his toes in the shoe, which wasn't much. The Prince smirked and shook her head,
"As I suspected," she said, pulling the shoe off Anastacia's foot. "You wouldn't believe how many people have tried that one today. Close, but no cigar," she said, then handed the shoe back to the Duke, who then turned to Drizella, and slipped it onto his foot. Drizella knew how to counter THAT trick. He slipped the shoe on until his toes met the end of the shoe, and even though his heel wasn't entirely in the shoe he announced smugly that it fit.
The Prince looked as though she would have a heart attack as Bradmomma looked on with pride, shrieking happily. There was no way! The Prince knew QUITE well that this wasn't the same girl that she had danced with last night. She struggled to contain herself. Then the Duke lifted Drizella's foot good-naturedly to display the whole shoe, only to reveal that his heel was yet out of the shoe quite a bit. The Prince let out a sigh of relief; well, at least she didn't have to marry him. But what now? They'd been to every house in the kingdom, and seen even more at the public fittings...
"Are you there no other eligible maidens in the house?" she asked, a little dimly. Bradmomma shook his head vehemently,
"Oh no, we're the only ones," he said, sighing in dismay. How could this have happened? It was almost perfect. Oh, sadness! He managed to keep himself from weeping. The sisters also denied the question vehemently.
"Of COURSE not," Anastasia said.
"After all, we didn't have any other sisters with us YESTERDAY," Drizella pointed out.
This was Cinderella's cue to come bursting through the door he had been hiding behind.
"LIKE FUN THERE's NOT!" he almost yelled. The Prince started and the Duke dropped the shoe, then quickly picked it back up. Bradmomma turned crimson, trying not to swear,
"Ah-- no no! She's only a servant girl! Pay her no mind, she wasn't even there last night! I--"
"Silence!" said the Prince, in the most commanding voice she could muster. The Duke then cut in,
"ALL eligible maidens will try it on. Whether they were there or not," he said, motioning for Cinderella to sit. The Prince blinked a few times; he looked an AWFUL lot like that girl from last night... only... more manly. Maybe it was him? Maybe...?
Cinderella resisted the urge to give his step-sisters a raspberry as he sat down to try on the shoe. This was it! He was going to get to marry the Prince and get his other Adidas F50 back! And he'd get out of this hell- hole and live happily ever after! The Duke slipped the shoe onto his foot and pressed his thumb down to check for the toes. When it was discovered the shoe did, in fact, fit him quite perfectly, the Prince snapped her fingers,
"I knew it was you! ...Miss Ella," she said, smiling sweetly as she offered her upturned palm, much like she had the night before. Cinderella broke out into a grin that was, in retrospect, larger than he'd care to admit, and took the Prince's hand. Then a thought hit him and he hopped over to retrieve the other shoe from where he'd hidden it behind his door and put that shoe on, too. Then he went back to the Prince.
The Prince smiled again and touched Cinderella's cheek softly,
"Now we can go back to the Palace and be married," she said, not without an undertone of excitement in her voice. The first word that popped into Cinderella's head was "oh".. followed by the second word, "shit", finished by a healthy dose of exclamation marks.
There was NO WAY in HELL he was going to marry another man, even if he WAS a hot prince! No! Nuh-uh. Niet! Nein!
"Uh.. but.."Cinderella stammered. It wasn't quite as easy to vocalise the statement than it was to say it. "but I'm...I'm a man." The Prince blinked as if she were surprised, then broke into a fit of polite giggling. It didn't take long before she was nearly doubled-over with laughter. It did take her a few minutes, but she managed to calm herself enough to make a sentence,
"Oh" she said, wiping a tear from her eye, "Ah, Ella, I already knew you were a man," she said, still tittering, "I'd known since I first saw you." Cinderella was surprised. He'd felt like a total fruitcake in that dress..
"Oh. But still... I.. I can't.." he started but found it rather hard to finish. The Prince cocked her head to one side in a rather cute fashion, a look of slight confusion gracing her fine features,
"Oh? But why not?" she asked, touching his arm softly. Cinderella squished his eyes shut in the hopes that it'd make his sentence easier to finish,
"I can't marry another man!" he managed to say. The Prince snorted, trying to cover up a sudden rush of laughter, and succeeded momentarily. It wasn't long though, before she burst out laughing again, holding her stomach. Even the Duke tittered, though he was nervous. This seemed to be getting a little weird. Bradmomma and her daughters had honestly failed to see the humour in the situation. Eventually the Prince managed to calm herself. She patted Cinderella's shoulder,
"Oh, Ella, you really are cute," she said, still giggling, "but uhm..." she paused, tapping her chin. She stood up fully, then unbuttoned her jacket and slid it down her arms to reveal not the pecs that Cinderella had once assumed were there, but a pair of ample breasts encased in a pretty, lacy brassiere. "I'm not really a man, either," she said, blushing slightly as she clasped her hands together. Cinderella TRIED not to stare. REALLY he did. But the Prince (or was it Princess? Cinderella was getting confused) had such a NICE chest that he failed miserably for a good two minutes,
"In that case... let's go!" he said once he was able to compose himself. The Prince pulled her jacket back on and did the buttons back up. Then, without a word, she grasped Cinderella's shoulders gently and kissed his lips softly, then smiled sweetly as she took his hand and lead him away to the awaiting carriage. The Duke, with a rather happy sigh, bowed to Bradmomma (who was quite blue in the face) and his daughters,
"Adieu, madams," he said, then followed quickly after the Prince and her... wife-to-be?
And so it was decreed that Cinderella and the Prince were to be wed. And they were. And even though it was now publicly known that Cinderella was actually the man and the Prince was in fact a woman, Cinderella was still forced to wear the wedding dress at his own wedding. He was thrilled about that, but it was only one day... kinda. And so, they lived happily ever-and-many-babies-after.
THE END. Yo.