Cinderella

Cinderella is now 95 years old. 

After a fulfilling life with the now-dead prince, she happily sits on 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, appears her Fairy Godmother. 

Cinderella says, "Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years"? 

Her Fairy Godmother replies, 
"Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary life.  Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?" 

Cinderella is taken aback, overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration,
she utters 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 turns into solid gold. 

Cinderella says, 
"Thank you, Fairy Godmother!" 

Her Fairy Godmother replies,
"It's the least I can do.  What is your second wish?" 

Cinderella looks down at her frail body, and says, 

"I wish I were young and full of the beauty and youth I once had." 

At once, her wish is a reality, and she is young beautiful again.  Cinderella feels stirrings inside her that have been dormant for years. 

The fairy godmother speaks once more, 

"You have one more wish; what shall it be?" 

Cinderella looks to the frightened cat in the corner and says, 

"I wish for you to change Bob, my old cat, into a kind and handsome young man." 

Magically, Bob is suddenly transformed into a man so beautiful the likes of him neither Cinderella nor the world has ever seen. 

The fairy godmother says, 

"Congratulations, Cinderella, enjoy your new life."

With a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, the fairy godmother is gone as suddenly as she has appeared. 

For a few eerie moments, Bob and Cinderella look into each other's eyes. 

Cinderella sits, breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man she has ever seen. 

Bob walks over to Cinderella, who sits transfixed in her rocking chair.  He embraces her close in his young muscular arms. 

He leans in, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath < b>as he whispers .. 

"Bet you're sorry you neutered me."