Cinderella was 90, widowed, and relaxing on her castle balcony with her cat on her lap when her Fairy Godmother suddenly appeared.
“After all this time?” Cinderella gasped.
“You’ve lived a kind and blameless life,” said the Fairy Godmother. “I’m granting you three wishes.”
Cinderella nodded. “First, I want to be rich.”
Gold coins piled up around her.
“Second, I want to be young again.”
With a wave of the wand, her wrinkles vanished, her hair turned golden, and her youth returned.
“And your final wish?”
Cinderella smiled. “Turn my cat into a handsome young man.”
In an instant, the Fairy Godmother disappeared. The cat leapt down and transformed into an incredibly handsome man—far more attractive than Prince Charming ever was.
He stepped close, gently touched her smooth cheek, and whispered, “I suppose you regret cutting my balls off now.”
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