Cinderashes: Chapter 2

Thank you to all of you who cared enough to read the second chapter! I noticed that in the first chapter I made a mistake and wrote "Cinderalex." I hope people weren't to confused by that.

Thanks!

Luna

The following day, Cinderashes was having a shower when, with a burst of acrid, sulfurous steam, the fairy godmother appeared. Cinderashes yelped and jumped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself. The Fairy looked quite mad and was holding a book in one hand.

"What's this all about, then?" The girl demanded. The Godmother sighed in disgust.

"According to the Godmother/Godchild rulebook, Clause 73, paragraph 2, page 34, I have to grant your wishes no matter what they are…"

"And this is relevant because…?"

"IT MEANS I HAVE TO GRANT YOUR WISH, YOU STUPID SOD!"

"Oh… Oh! YES! I wish to be beautiful!"

The godmother rolled her eyes. Ah, the vanity… and waved her wand. With yet another poof of acrid smoke, in place of the usual Cinderashes, there was a beautiful young woman, even more beautiful than the two stepsisters. She had beautiful, soft, golden-brown hair, curled into ringlets, wide brown eyes, a creamy, flawless complexion, wide, soft lips… in other words, she was almost perfect in every way.

Except for a 'honkin big zit right on the end of her nose.

"And I wish that zit was gone, too!"

Later, she walked downstairs in a white, lacy dress, gracefully… tripping on the hem and falling down the stairs. Her sisters came running at the noise…

And saw a perfect stranger lying, moaning at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey! Who are you!" "It – it's –" "WHO CARES! She's a trespasser! Throw her out the window!"

So, all unknowing, they flung their sister out the window, almost tearing the dress on the sill. THUD! She landed in the rosebushes (fortunately thornless).

She huffily stood, dusting herself off, and started the long walk up to the palace.

She stuck out her thumb and hopped onto a passing carriage which stopped for her, driven by a young man who stared openly at her pretty face. When they got to the palace, he abandoned the carriage and started following her like an abandoned puppy dog.

She ignored him. These things happen.

She ran into the palace. "Oh, Princey, dear!" He ran down the stairs, expecting his mother – and saw instead a beautiful girl, being tailed by a young man with a big, curly moustache and wide puppy-dog eyes.

Blown away by her beauty, he ran to her, and she to him. They promptly fell in love.

Sorta.

Then her stepmother came for court business, and Cinderashes fled – leaving her dirty flip-flops in the Castle shoe rack.

They smelled terrible, and the prince decided that to identify her, they would smell the feet of every woman in the kingdom – although why they didn't put up posters of her, no one would ever know.

They finally reached the hotel where she was staying, and they found her – after the footman was forced to smell her feet and nearly fainted at the stench.

After, of course, she washed her feet.

So the wedding came, and they walked up the aisle – although she tripped several times on her extra-large dress.

No one noticed the slightly acrid, sulfurous smell that weakly permeated the chapel.

They made it to the altar, and the priest went through all of the vows and stuff.

The prince leaned down to kiss his bride – and found himself staring into the face of the most hideous woman he had EVER seen.

Even worse then his Aunt Fifi. Who was his pug dog.

They heard a voice from behind them and everyone turned – to see the Fairy Godmother.

"Sorry, kid, but I've been fired for being so rude to you. So from now on… You're on your own!" She laughed evilly and vanished. For a minute or so, the room was filled with smoke, everyone coughing and choking.

When the smoke cleared, the hideous girl was still there.

"SECURITY!" Cried the angry, disgusted prince. An old man came limping down and started beating her with a cane, chasing her down the aisle.

She tripped over the flower girl, who was still coming down the aisle. Her admirer had apparently fled in horror.

For about a month, she searched for a new home, but all she ever got was old people hitting her with sticks.

Eventually, she went to a chiropractor for her back problem, changed her name, got plastic surgery and fled the country.

No one ever heard from her again.

Except the old people, who continued hitting her with sticks.

Authors Note:

I couldn't have written this chapter without the help of my 2 co-authors, who have codenamed themselves Melodie and Bullfrog. They came up with almost the whole ending – although I adapted it to my purposes.

I have decided to write more of these twisted versions of Fairy Tales. I shall call them the Twisted Tales, so if you liked this, look out for the rest!

So thanks, M&B!

Luna