I quite forgot, yesterday, that thirteen years ago I wrote another Cinderella fairytale…
Once upon a time there were two beautiful sisters who were invited to all the parties and even contended, amiably for the most part, with each other for the hand of the prince, who loved them equally and could not decide which to marry.
Now the two beautiful girls had an ugly step-sister whom nobody liked because she was always miserable and bitter, and because she was always being naughty they punished her by making her clean out the fire-place every morning, for which reason she became known as Cinderella.
One day the king proclaimed that the prince would simply have to decide whom to marry, and the prince said okay he would choose his bride at the next ball.
The two beautiful sisters were invited, of course, and they were all in a flutter and each pretended that they hoped the other would be chosen, though really they didn’t.
Cinderella was not invited, and as usual she was angry and bitter, and weeping tears of rage she prayed to her fairy godmother for vengeance.
Now, as everybody knows, everyone has two fairy godmothers, one good and one bad. Cinderella’s good fairy godmother, however, had long since given up on her, and her bad fairy godmother had been waiting for just such a chance to perform some mischief.
In a twinkling of stars, she appeared and said, ‘You shall go, Cinderella, and you will be the belle of the ball!’ She waved her magic wand and transformed Cinderella into a ravishing young maiden with voluptuous breasts. Cinderella stared at her reflection in the mirror, half in love with herself. ‘The spell wears off at midnight so you must leave before the clock strikes twelve,’ warned the fairy godmother. She gave Cinderella a pair of diamond stilettos and grinned as the girl rushed upstairs to dress in her very finest of finery.
Cinderella was a sensation that night. Mouths gaped wide when she entered the ballroom, a bewitching stranger whom all the men loved instantly, especially the prince. Cinderella smiled to hear cries of anguish as the prince left the two beautiful sisters to pay court to her, and for hours he danced with her alone.
Suddenly the clock began to strike midnight. Cinderella gasped, kicked off her high-heels so that she could run, and raced from the palace.
The puzzled prince stared after her. Holding the diamond stilettos in his hands, he announced that he would marry the woman whose feet fit the shoes.
Unfortunately, he found at least a hundred young women whose feet fit, including the two beautiful sisters – and he couldn’t choose between them.