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 an old cat named Bob for companionship. One sunny afternoon, out of nowhere, her fairy godmother appeared.

"Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years?" asked Cinderella.
"Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary life," replied the Fairy Godmother. "Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?"Cinderella is taken aback, overjoyed and, after some thoughtful consideration, she said, "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 my comprehension. "Instantly, her rocking chair turned into solid gold, and so did all the furniture inside her home. "Ooh, thank you, Fairy Godmother!".

"It is the least I can do. What do you want for your second wish?", asked the Fairy Godmother.
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 lain dormant for years.

"You have one more wish," said the Fairy Godmother, "what will 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 makeup that, when he stood before her, he was a man so beautiful the like of him neither she nor the world had ever seen.

"Congratulations, Cinderella," said the Fairy Godmother, "enjoy your new life." And, with a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, the Fairy Godmother was gone as suddenly as she had appeared.

For a few eerie moments, Bob and Cinderella looked into each other's eyes. Cinderella sat breathless, gazing into the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man she had ever seen. Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair. He wrapped her in his young, muscular arms and held her close. Leaning in close, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath, Bob whispered ... "Bet you're sorry now that you had me neutered."