Cinderella is now 95 years old. After a fulfilling life with her now dead prince she sits happily in her rocking chair, watching the world go by from her front porch, with only a cat named Bob for companionship.
One sunny afternoon her Fairy Godmother appeared.
Cinderella exclaimed, "Hey, Fairy Godmother! What are you doing here after all these years?"
The fairy godmother replied, "Cinders, you have lived an exemplary life since we last met. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?"
Cinderella was taken aback, overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration, uttered her first wish: "My prince was wonderful, but not much of an investor. I'm now living hand-to-mouth on my disability Giro, and wish I were wealthy beyond comprehension."
Instantly her rocking chair turned into solid gold.
Cinderella wheezed, "Ooh, thank you, Fairy Godmother!"
The fairy godmother replied, "That's the very least I can do. What do you want for your second wish?"
Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said, "I wish I were young and full of the beauty and youth I once had."
At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful young visage returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside her that had been dormant for years.
Then the fairy godmother spoke once more: "You have one remaining wish. What shall it be?"
Cinderella looked over to the frightened cat in the corner and said, "I'd like 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 he stood before her, he was a man so beautiful that the likes of him neither she nor the world had ever seen."
The fairy godmother said, "Congratulations, Cinders, enjoy your new life!"
With a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, the fairy godmother was gone as suddenly as she had appeared.
For an eerie moment, Bob and Cinderella looked into each other's eyes.
Cinderella sat breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man she had ever seen.
Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair, and held her close in his young muscular arms.
He leaned closer, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath, and whispered...
"Bet you're sorry now that you cut my nuts off."
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