Cinderella is now 95 years old. After a fulfilling life with the now
dead
prince, she happily sits upon her rocking chair, watching the world go
by
from her front porch, with a cat named Bob for companionship. One sunny

afternoon out of nowhere, appeared the Fairy Godmother. Cinderella
said,
"Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years"?

The Fairy Godmother replied, "Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary
life
since I last saw you. Is there anything for which your heart still
yearns?"

Cinderella was taken aback, overjoyed, and after some thoughtful
consideration, she uttered her first wish: "The prince was wonderful,
but
not much of an investor. I'm living hand to mouth on my disability
checks,
and I wish I were wealthy beyond comprehension." Instantly her rocking
chair
turned into solid gold Cinderella said, "Ooh, thank you, Fairy
Godmother".

The fairy godmother replied, "It is the least that 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 of
her that had been dormant for years.

And then the Fairy Godmother spoke once more: "You have one more wish;
what
shall it be?"

Cinderella looks over to the frightened cat in the corner and says, "I
wish
for 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 the
likes
of him neither she nor the world had ever seen.

The Fairy Godmother said, "Congratulations, Cinderella, enjoy your new
life.
With a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, the Fairy Godmother
was
gone as suddenly as she appeared. For a few eerie moments, Bob and
Cinderella looked into each other's eyes. Cinderella sat, breathless,
gazing
at the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man she had ever seen.

Then Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking
chair,
& held her close in his young muscular arms. He leaned in close,
blowing her
golden hair with his warm breath as he whispered, "Bet you're sorry you

neutered me."