Cinderella is now 75 years old. After a fulfilling life with the now deceased Prince, she sits happily in her rocking chair on the front porch, watching the world go by, accompanied by her cat, Bob.
One sunny afternoon, the Fairy Godmother appeared out of nowhere. "Fairy Godmother," said Cinderella, "what brings you here after all these years?"
The Fairy Godmother replied, "Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary life. Does your heart still yearn for anything?"
Cinderella was taken aback and overjoyed. After a moment's thought, she whispered her first wish: "I wish I were immensely wealthy."
Instantly, her rocking chair turned to solid gold. Cinderella was stunned. Bob, her faithful cat, leaped from her lap and scampered to the edge of the porch, trembling with fear.
"Oh, thank you, Fairy Godmother," said Cinderella.
"It is the least I can do," replied the Fairy Godmother. "What is your second wish?"
Cinderella looked down at her frail body. "I wish to be young and beautiful again."
At once, her wish was granted. Her youthful beauty returned, and she felt long-dormant stirrings within. A forgotten vigor and vitality coursed through her veins.
The Fairy Godmother spoke again. "You have one final wish. What will it be?"
Cinderella glanced at the frightened cat in the corner. "I wish for you to transform Bob into a kind and handsome young man."
Magically, Bob underwent a fundamental transformation. He stood before her as a man of breathtaking beauty, so fair that birds began to fall from the sky at his feet.
"Congratulations, Cinderella. Enjoy your new life," said the Fairy Godmother before vanishing in a blaze of bright blue electricity.
For a few eerie moments, Cinderella and Bob gazed into each other's eyes. Cinderella sat breathless, staring at the most stunningly perfect man she had ever seen.
Bob walked over, took the transfixed Cinderella in his strong, young arms, and held her close. Leaning in, his warm breath stirring her golden hair, he whispered, "I bet you regret having me neutered now, don't you?"