Cinderella

Cinderella's step sisters were giddy with excitement when the prince was at their door. He wanted them to try on the glass slipper that his assistant carried on a red plush pillow. If the shoe fit, the handsome prince would take the lucky girl to his castle and marry her. They screamed with anticipation to see if it would fit their rather large feet. Drizella went first. She sat down in a chair and lifted up her skirt just enough for the prince to see her hideous feet. She rarely washed them as they stank miserably.

Prince Charming winced as the stench reached his nose. Drizella was smiling idiotically and Anastasia stood off to the side, smirking, knowing that her sister's huge feet would never fit in shoe that small.

Cinderella was peeking out from around a door, she saw the prince, and remembering the events of the night before, she wanted to run up to him and say, "It's me! I'm the girl you're looking for!" and throw her arms around his neck as he kissed her passionately. But who was she kidding? She was the stepsister/servant of Drizella and Anastasia and the stepdaughter of Lady Tremaine. He rags had rips in them and she looked nothing like she did the night before. Prince Charming wouldn't give her the time of day. He would take one look at her and say, "Why does anyone like that even exist?" She thought it better to stay behind the wall and watch.

Everyone's breath was held as Prince Charming slid the shoe onto Drizella's foot, only her heel fit; she curled her toes, making them as small as possible, but her foot was simply too big. The prince sighed with relief and pulled the shoe away from the stinky ankle attachment. Drizella cried with disappointment, "NO! It'll fit! Try again!" she grabbed the shoe from Prince Charming and stuck her toes in first, slamming her foot to the floor, trying to shove her obnoxiously huge foot into the tiny shoe. The prince's assistant ran up behind Drizella, grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her away from the shoe. She screamed so loud the ears of every one on the street rang. Lady Tremaine said sternly, "Drizella, control yourself!" she turned to her other daughter, "Anastasia, your turn." 

Anastasia glided over to the chair her sister had recently vacated. She sat down with an elegance suitable for a princess. She smiled at Prince Charming, who grabbed the slipper off the floor. 

Cinderella had grown anxious behind the door. Watching Drizella make a fool of herself, she decided that if the shoe didn't fit Anastasia, she would go out and meet the prince. She hoped it would fit her sister only because she didn't want to have to face the man she loved and explain why she was the servant of the worst family in town.

Prince Charming gently took hold of her ankle and slid her toes into the glass slipper. They were all amazed when her heel slid perfectly into place. They all sat and stared at her foot for a moment, processing the fact that the prince had just found the girl he was looking for. Or at least he thought he did. Anastasia and her mother yelped with glee as she jumped up from the chair, showing off her shoe. Drizella, who was standing off to the side next to the princes' assistant, screamed, "NO! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME!" and she fell to the floor like a pile of dirty laundry and wept. Cinderella's eyes teared up, this was not supposed to happen. She was supposed to waltz in after the shoe was too small for both of her sisters, just before the prince left, put on the shoe and have everyone see that it was her that the prince had met at the ball.

The prince stood up, still stunned that a girl with a personality like that could be the girl that he fell in love with at the ball. Anastasia threw her arms around Prince Charming and kissed his frozen face. The assistant stood by the pile of Drizella and smiled brightly, he was just happy he didn't have to go to any more houses filled with girls that would do anything to get their foot into a shoe too small for them.

The prince took a step back and Anastasia stood confused. He said, "No, there's no way YOU are the girl I met last night!" she asked confused, "Why not? My foot fits perfectly!" he replied, "Your personality is all wrong! The girl I met last night was incredibly nice, humble, and shy. She had beautiful blond hair, not red! And she had the face of an angel, not the result of inbreeding! I have been tricked!" He turned to his assistant angrily and added, "Come, we must go to the next house!" Cinderella couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. She stepped out of the door as her sister and stepmother cried out in anguish. "Wait!" Cinderella shouted, the prince turned around, "you haven't put the shoe on me yet."

Prince Charming laughed, "and I'm sure your foot will fit, just like all the other girls say. Goodbye," he and his assistant walked out the door; Cinderella stood in her rags as a tear fell from her eye. Both her sisters were on the floor in tears and her mother comforted Anastasia. Cinderella never saw the prince again, and the prince never found his true love.