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Sid-erella Many years ago, in a small and peaceful kingdom, lived a young man called Sid. Sid was the only child of his parents, who managed a small farm. Sadly, Sid's mother died when Sid was 9 years old. In those days there were no photos to remember people by, and his family had not been wealthy enough to get a portrait done of her. But Sid and his father kept some of her jewellery and clothes in an old trunk, as a reminder of her. Sid used to sometimes open up the trunk, and gaze at his mother's ball gown, and her earrings, necklaces and headpieces, and these helped him to remember her. Every now and then, when he was sure his father was out in the fields and wouldn't be back for some time, he would even her clothes and jewellery on. He would put on a the necklace, and then the headpiece to make his hair look less boyish. The lovely blue ball gown was a little long on him, but still he could see in the mirror how much he resembled his mother. The years passed, and when Sid was 14, his father remarried, to the woman of a neighbouring farm. Sid and his father moved into their house, because it was larger than theirs. Sid's stepmother had two daughters, who were slightly older than Sid. Previously the only woman he had really known was his mother. But now, Sid could see how different life was for young men and young women, at least in a moderately wealthy family like his stepmother's. Sid was expected to work in the fields and around the farm, along with his father. The daughters seemed to have life much easier. Although they had a few duties around the house, their days seemed to mainly be spent making themselves pretty, and going out to events to meet wealthy young men. Then tragedy struck again, when Sid's father died when Sid was 18. After this, life got worse for Sid. Not only was he grieving his father (as well as his mother), but the responsibility of working the farm fell on him. Sid dreamed of leaving the farm to start a new life, on his father's old farm. But how could he? He could not run a farm without help, especially someone to cook and run errands, the jobs which typically fell to women. But there was no way to meet and marry a young woman while he had the responsibility of all the outdoor work at his stepmother's farm. And there was no way to spend time trying to meet young women when he depended on his stepmother for food and board. It was, what we would call today, a catch-22. One day it was announced that a particularly big and fancy ball would be in the nearby town. Most exciting of all, the Prince of the kingdom, Henry, would be attending. It was not just that the prince would be attending, but so would many rich and eligible young men and women, making it the biggest event the town had seen in years. In the weeks leading up the ball, Sid's stepsisters eagerly made preparations, choosing dresses and jewellery that would make them look as attractive as possible. By now, Sid was in his early 20s, and he too dreamed of being able to attend, and maybe meeting a young woman he could start his life with. Nervously, he approached his stepmother one evening. "My lady, I have a request." "What is it, Sid." "I was wondering if I would be able to attend the grand ball next weekend." She gave a condescending chuckle. "What, you?" "Why on earth not?" "Do you really think that a slight young man like you will be able to attract a fair maiden?" Sid fought back tears. "I'd like to think I might." "You'd like to think you might..." she said mockingly. "And what, up and leave me, after all I've done for you, providing for you in my house?" Of course she did not want to lose her only free male worker. But she did not want to seem too harsh either, in case he simply got up and left. "Very well, after you have finished your farm jobs that day, you may attend. Though... I don't know why bother." Sid turned and returned to his room, managing to avoid crying until the door was shut. His stepmother's put-downs were never pleasant, but tonight it especially hurt. Sid worked hard in the days leading up to the ball. He did not bother going in to town to try get a suit. Partly because he didn't have the time, and partly because he was sure he could wear one of his father's old suits. He had seen them in his stepmother's closet, so he was sure he could wear one. He probably had a slighter build than his father had had, but he was sure he could pull it off. Finally, the day of the ball arrived. Thankfully, his stepmother left with her daughters early in the evening, leaving Sid to himself. Sid saddled up his trusty horse, Major. Then when he was sure they were gone for good, Sid came in, gave himself a wash, and went up to his stepmother's bedroom to find one of his father's suits. But when he got there, a shock awaited him. They were gone. Every one of his father's suits were gone. Sid knew he had seen them only a few weeks ago. He seethed in a mixture of anger and tears. He realised at that moment that his stepmother had got rid of them out of spite, to ensure that Sid had no chance of going to the ball. In that moment, finally, he realised what his stepmother thought of him. To him, he was servant labour. And as a servant, the best way to keep him was to ensure that he never married and started a life of his own. Sid began to cry some more, but then he began to pull himself together. Surely there was something in his room? He went back to his room, but despaired. All of his clothes were plain working clothes. There was nothing suitable to wear to the ball. Finally, in desperation, he opened the old trunk of his mother's clothes. Perhaps there was a suit in there? Of course there was not. But seeing the clothes, and smelling the familiar smells of his mother's possessions, was too much. The memories overwhelmed him, and he began to cry again. "Sorry Mum, sorry Dad," he began to sob, to no one in particular. "I really want to find someone to love, have children, and make you proud. I really wish I could. And I really wish I could attend this ball, and make it happen." He picked up one her glass slippers, and sobbed some more, into one of his mothers dainty old handkerchiefs. And then he heard a strange sound. A twinkling. Sid looked up, and the twinkling became louder. He turned around, and looked. He saw a kindly looking old woman. "Who are you? How did you get here?" "I am your fairy godmother, Sid?" "My what?" "Your fairy godmother. When a noble and worthy mother dies young, a fairy godmother is sent to look after her children. I have been watching over you all these years, although I was unable to prevent your father's death, because that was not within my powers. But your mother loved you very much, and sometimes, love can make magic happen. So here I am to magically grant you your wish: you shall attend the ball." "How?" "Well let me see. What ball attire do you have?" "Nothing," said Sid. And then after a pause, "unless you count my mother's old ball gown." "What will do nicely!" "But... that's for a lady." "Then I shall turn you into a lady for the evening." "A lady?" "Of course, why not?" "But wouldn't that be a little... strange?" "Oh come come now Sid. Your fairy godmother has been watching you. I saw you put on that dress when you were younger. I've heard you grumble about how women have it easier. I've seen you admiring the dresses your stepsisters chose. Don't try to tell me you wouldn't enjoy it." "But why not change my clothes into a suit?" "I cannot. My magic can only change living things." Sid thought. "Well... I guess I could try it for one night. But what if someone recognises me?" "You will be a woman, Sid. No one will suspect anything. A man cannot become a woman except by magic." Sid took a deep breath. "OK then." "Very well," the fairy godmother smiled. She waved her wand, "Bibbidi- bobbidi-boobs!" Sparkles left the fairy godmother's wand, and enveloped Sid. Sid felt his body being pushed and squeezed. The feeling was rough, but not unpleasant. The squeezing was especially tight around his chest area, as his shoulder span shrank to a more ladylike size. As he shrank, he felt his farm clothes fall off. Next, he felt as if his body was being smoothed and cleaned. He felt changes go through his face, and although he didn't see it, his jaw shrunk and stubble faded away. He felt a smoothing in neck, as his Adam's apple disappeared. He felt smoothing in arms and legs, as they took on a shorter, thinner form, though his legs widened at the top of his thighs. He also became smoother and rounder as his hips expanded and waist contracted some more. Next, he looked down and saw the smoothness in his chest become something else. He knew women had breasts, and yet had only ever had the slightest gaze of the tops of some maidens' cleavage. And yet, before his eyes, he saw the fat around his chest gather into two well- rounded breasts. Neither too large nor too small, they seemed perfectly in proportion to his size. As best he could remember, they were similar in size to what his mother's had been. Then came the feeling that he had been both anticipating and dreading as soon as he realised that this magic was real. He felt his penis and balls being squeezed. He felt his balls push up inside his body. Up, up, up they seemed to go; well up inside is body he could feel them moving into place. Then his penis was squeezed to a tiny size and that, too, pushed into his body. Though that only pushed in a small way, and he felt that he could sense that the tip was almost sticking out. And last of all, he felt his scrotum wrap into a new shape and cover the tip of his former penis, as it formed his outer labia. He had barely time to look down and take the changes in, when the magic continued by dressing him. First a pair of panties came out of the chest, pulling up his legs. Up, up they went, pulling right up against the bottom of his torso. Yet even though he could feel them pulling tight into his former scrotum, he was a little surprised that there was no pain, until he realised that was because his balls were no longer outside his body. Next came the corset, which wrapped around his chest. He watched as it pushed his new boobs together, into a not unimpressive cleavage. He gasped, noticing for the first time his high pitched voice. Finally, on came his mother's beloved blue ball gown. It slipped down over his head, and as it fitted around him, he gave a little laugh. For the first time in his life, this dress fitted him. When he was young, he was just a thin boy who didn't fill it out. When he was grown up, like when he first looked at it tonight, his frame was too broad. But now, he had female curves, and the dress hugged them perfectly. But the magic wasn't finished. Jewellery began flying out of the trunk towards him. A headpiece came out and attached to his hair, and began pulling at it. His blond hair became longer, and was tied into "topknot". A blue headband, matching the dress, settled on top of his head to keep his fringe hair in place. Next came a necklace, a dark blue "choker" style with a blue sapphire, wrapped itself snugly around the base of his neck. Next, two matching blue earrings came floating out of the trunk. Sid felt a short pain as each one pierced an ear and attached to him. Then, two beautiful light blue gloves. They seemed impossibly small and dainty, and yet fit onto his slimmed-down hands perfectly. Finally, his mother's two glass slippers came out of the trunk. The magic lifted him slightly, as the glass slippers slid onto his feet. They fit perfectly. "Now, meet me outside, where I will make you a carriage." As the fairy godmother flew outside, Sid took a look at himself in the mirror. Perhaps not surprisingly, he looked a lot like his mother. And impossibly, he really did seem to be a woman. The cleavage slightly pushing up made that clear. He gave a gentle touch, pushing slightly in. There was no doubt: he could feel his finger's touch, the breasts were part of his body. He also took a moment to feel down below. Though he had seen his penis retract, he couldn't yet comprehend it. He felt through the folds of his dress, and pushed against his groin. Leg, leg, pubic mound... but no penis between anywhere them. It was true, he really did seem to be a girl. Sid hurried outside, and found that his fairy godmother had turned a pumpkin into a coach, six mice into horses, and finally he saw her turning Major the horse into a coachman. "There you go Sid. You shall go to the ball. Perhaps not as you expected, but you shall be there." "One more important word, Sid. The magic will end at midnight. At the final stroke of midnight, you will change back to Sid, and the coach, horses and coachman back into a pumpkin, mice and your horse." "But what about-" Sid stopped himself when he heard the unfamiliar high pitch coming from his mouth. But he had to ask: "But what about my mother's clothes?" "They were magically transported onto you, so they will magically be transported back. Your old clothes, which magically came off you, will magically be transported back on." "But remember, this will happen at the last stroke of midnight. So be sure you are home by then. Or at least, on your way home from the ball." "OK, I will." Sid stepped up into the coach. "Thank you, fairy godmother. It was not how I was expecting to get to the ball, but in some way it lets me live my mother's memory. So thank you for that." "The pleasure is all mine, Sid. Enjoy the ball." And with that, the fairy godmother disappeared. It was a fair ride to the castle. After a few minutes, Sid was sure the coachman was not looking. And even if he was, he was only Major the horse. So carefully, discretely, he pulled his dress up at one side, and slipped his right hand under. Because he just had to see what it felt like. Before he even got to the top of his leg, he noticed how different his thigh felt. It was hairless and smooth. And most different of all, it felt much softer, a little fattier. Nervously, he spread his legs and reached to where his penis once was. He touched through his panties. Not only was his penis not there, but somehow his scrotum was there, in the form of his labia. He felt around and felt a slight vertical indent. Somehow, he could sense that the tip of his penis had retracted into there. That removed any last doubt. He really had been turned into a girl. But then, he noticed a change in the landscape. They were reaching the outskirts of the town. So Sid took his hand out, and smoothed his dress, and sat as ladylike as he could. He could still press his legs together and sense no penis was there, and still could not work out if he preferred it that way, or missed his penis. Finally, the coach arrived at the town castle. It was not as grand as a royal castle, but still suitable for a ball. Sid alighted from the carriage, thanked the horseman - who only smiled in return, perhaps because he was really a horse - and walked up the steps. "Wow," said Sid in his soft voice. The ball room was full of well dressed young men, and beautiful young women. "It's a pity I'm here as a woman," he thought to himself. "Because this really would be a good place to meet a potential wife." He thought a little more. "Oh well. At least I can watch how young women behave, because my stepsisters aren't a great example. Maybe I can learn something about women, which might help me in the future. This really is a unique opportunity." So Sid walked around the tables, smiling mostly at the women. He could see a number of young men looking at him at different times. He tried his best to avoid making eye contact. He was here undercover, after all. He didn't actually want to dance with a man, let alone begin a romance. He could see that many of the women were gravitating to one part of the room, and there was a well dressed man in a military-style suit, with many people milling around him. Sid guessed, correctly, that this was Prince Henry. Much of the evening passed fairly uneventfully. He made small talk with a few women, and accepted a dance with a few men. But he was a hopeless dancer, and always politely excused himself after one dance. But still, he thought, it was kind of fun going undercover and talking to the women. Of course he avoided his stepmother and stepsisters, just in case they recognised him. Late in the evening he was sitting with two other women he'd got to know slightly, relaxing and having a drink, when he heard a voice behind him. "Excuse me miss, would you care to dance?" Sid looked around. It was the Prince Henry. He looked back momentarily at his new friends, who both made wide eyes as if to say, "You go girl!" So he took the prince's hand, and stood up, as he led him to the dance floor. Unlike other men he'd danced with, the prince took the waltz position: holding Sid's right hand in his left, and the other hand gently on his back. Sid tried to remember what to do, then quickly worked out he was meant to put his left hand on the prince's shoulder. Sid had been extremely nervous dancing other times, but the prince was both confident and gentle. It seemed easy to just follow his lead and, for the first time in the night, he didn't feel totally out of place dancing as a woman. "I've had my eye on you since you walked in," the prince said, "you are definitely the prettiest woman in the room." Sid could feel himself blushing. "Thank you," he said, "you look rather dashing yourself." ("'Dashing'"? Sid thought to himself, "Where did that come from?") "If you don't mind me saying, I love your gown. Some people might call it a little old-fashioned, but I'd call it classic." "Thank you," Sid smiled, "it was my mother's." "Was?" "Yes, sadly she passed away when I was young. My father used to say that I looked like her, but I never noticed it myself until tonight. When I looked at myself in the mirror, it was almost like she was looking back at me." "I'm sure she was beautiful." "She was." "Though it's hard to believe she was as beautiful as you!" Sid could feel tears welling up. The combination of compliment about his mother, with a compliment to him, was almost too much. Unable to speak a word, he smiled shyly. The waltz piece ended, and a faster number started up. The prince leaned in. "Would you like to go for a short walk". Sid surprised himself with his reply, "I'd love to!" As the walked out, arm in arm, they went straight past Sid's stepmother. Sid looked, recognised her, and quickly turned away. The stepmother thought to herself, "That young woman recognised me! She looks like Sid, and that looks like his mother's old ball gown. No, it can't be... but it sure looked like Sid!" Sid and Prince Henry continued on and walked out and down a corridor, where they found they were alone, away from other dancers and mostly away from the music. "So, what does a fair maiden such as yourself do, when she is not enchanting a prince at a dance?" Sid smiled. "I work on a farm" "Oh, dairy, cooking?" "No, plowing in the fields." "A lady working the fields? I've never heard of such a thing!" "It can done." "Well, I'm impressed". They talked a bit more, and came to a balcony, where they could see the full moon. "What a lovely night," he said. "In fact, it's light enough for a ride." "I love an evening ride myself, in fact," said Sid. "Oh, a lady horse rider? You really are a surprise packet. I could arrange for two horses, you know." "Not in this dress!" smiled Sid. "I'd have to ride side-saddle, and I've had no practice at that." "Well, you could always remove it," said the prince cheekily. Sid blushed. "Now now, a lady doesn't do that." But to his surprise found himself saying, "Not on the first date, anyway." "So you'd like to see me again?" Sid surprised himself again with his reply, "I'd love to." Downstairs, slow music could be heard again, the dreamy strains of "So this is love". Henry took Sid in his arms, and they began to dance. Only this time, closer. As they danced, Henry gently pulled Sid close. Sid could feel his breasts pushing into the prince's strong chest. The prince leant in for a kiss, and Sid eagerly returned it. They danced and swayed some more, and Sid pressed her breasts tighter to him. Down below, she could feel something hard pressing into her abdomen - the prince was getting excited! "Like I would have only a few hours ago," she thought. And then, Sid could feel herself stirring down below. It was the same, familiar stirring he used to get when he got an erection. Only now, of course, she wasn't getting erect. And yet, she could tell something was happening to her "down below". They kissed some more. Sid felt the prince's hand brush along the side of one breast. She looked at him. "Oh you cheeky prince, don't you know not to that to a girl." The prince apologetically took the hand away, but Sid quickly grabbed it and gently guided it back. "Unless she likes it," she finished. The prince gently rubbed the breast some more. Sid let out little feminine sighs. The feeling was heavenly, and hearing the feminine sounds she was making only turned her on more. She leant in for another kiss. "Dong!" "What was that?" asked Sid, coming out of her trance. "The clock tower, just across the way," smiled the prince. "I think it's striking midnight." ["Dong!"] Sid looked across. In the moonlight, she could see that both hands were pointing up. It WAS midnight. She knew the spell was about to end. ["Dong!"] "Thank you for everything!" she said. "But I must leave by midnight." She swung down a railing to the cut out part of the flight of stairs, so got a start on him before he could realise what was happening. "Wait, come back!" said the prince. "You didn't even tell me your name!" Sid continued to run, and could hear the prince coming down the stairs after her. She knew she had to run as fast as she could, so she kicked off the glass slippers. She bent to pick one up, but the other one had flung behind her. She was going to grab it, but she could hear the prince coming closer. She couldn't risk it. She left her mother's other slipper behind, and bolted for the door. With her slippers off, she could easily outrun the prince in his suit shoes. She ran down the stairs and headed for the stables, where her horses and carriage were. She saw the pumpkin shaped coach in the distance, but before she could reach it, the clock struck the 12th time. Just like earlier in the day, Sid could feel herself wrapped in sparkles of magical power. And just like earlier, she didn't want to change. But change she did. Her clothes and jewellery drifted off her, and she could feel her body growing and gaining strength, going back to his old, masculine form. Finally, his old clothes magically settled on him again. "Wow," he thought. "I didn't expect to enjoy that as much as I did." He looked down, and saw the glass slipper, which he must have dropped on the ground when the magic began. Perhaps because he wasn't wearing it, it hadn't been magically transported back. So, he reasoned, his mother's other glass slipper was back in the castle. "Sorry Mum," he mused to himself, "I lost one of your glass slippers. I don't see how I can ever get it back." He looked over to where his coach had been. It was replaced by a pumpkin and six mice. However, the coachman had been changed back into Major, his trusty horse. And fortunately, the magic had restored the saddle he had been wearing. "Easy boy," he said as he patted Major and got into the saddle, "it's time to head home." On the way out of the parking area, he rode past the palace entrance. There was the prince, holding the other glass slipper; along with two other men, presumably members of his court or other friends. One look and he could tell that the prince was upset. "Good sir," said one of courtiers, "have you seen a young lady out here?" "What did she look like?" "Blue dress, blonde hair. Possibly running barefoot. And according to my friend here," he gestured over to the frantic prince, "the most beautiful woman he's ever seen!" Sid could the desperation on the prince's face, and it was too much. He didn't want to break the prince's heart. Sid turned away, hoping to hide a tear. "No sir, I have not." And with that, Sid rode home to his stepmother's house. ***** Later the next day, an edict reached their area that the prince was in love with a young lady he met at the dance, and desperately wanted to meet her again. The prince had a glass slipper, and the edict said he wanted to meet the owner of the slipper again. The edict invited whoever the young lady was, to come and try on the slipper. Sid sighed. The magic had been only for one night. Even if he wanted to change back, and he wasn't sure he did, how could he? But that night, as he lay in bed, he began reminiscing of his wonderful time with prince. He thought of what they talked about, and how interested Henry was in him. In particular, he began thinking of the kissing and making out, as prince softly caressed his breasts. Then his thoughts went further, and he imagined being undressed, laying back, and let the Henry enter him... ... and he realised that was what he wanted. Even though he had been male all his life, he now realised that his childhood musings, of sometimes wearing his mother's dress, were really what he wanted. He wanted to be a woman. And he was in love with Henry, and wanted to be his. But how? He picked up the remaining glass slipper. And as he looked at it, he remembered the fairy godmother's words: "love can make magic happen" Was it possible? If he and the prince loved each other, could it make the magic happen again? He had to take a chance. That day, as he worked in the field, he hatched a plan. And he did, he hummed the dreamy song from the dance. "So this is love." At one stage, when he was near the house, and continued to hum and even sing the song. His stepmother noticed. She looked intently. That was the song that was playing while that young lady was alone with the prince. Surely that hadn't been Sid. Surely not! ***** Sid deliberately waited one more day. He got up before dawn the following day. It would be third day since the edict, so hopefully there would be very few crowds. He shaved as closely as possible, making sure his face was smooth. To enhance the effect, he put on some of his mother's makeup, to hide any stubble. He found a dress from when his mother was older, a dress he remembered seeing her in. It was a little wider than the ball gown, and he could get into it - just. He put on more makeup and a necklace. Then finally, to hide his short hair, he put a scarf over his head. He looked at himself in the mirror. Perhaps, if the room was not too light, he would pass as a woman. He took the other glass slipper, and snuck out the house. Then he mounted his trusty horse Major, and set off for the town. ***** Sid's stepmother heard a noise. Who was up so early? She looked out the window. It looked like a woman riding Sid's horse. Or was it a woman? Was that Sid dressed as a woman? A quick check revealed that Sid was gone, and her daughters were still in bed. It was Sid! Whatever he was up to, it had to be stopped. As quickly as possible, she saddled up a horse and headed to town herself. She was an able horsewoman, and though she didn't catch Sid, she made good time. ***** Sid arrived at the town castle, and took Major to the stables. He spent several minutes smoothing his dress and scarf, hoping that he passed as a woman. As he reached base of the steps, he heard a horse pull up. He turned... and looked straight into his stepmother's eyes. "Sid! What ARE you doing?" Sid didn't answer. He ran up the steps. He prayed he could get the shoe fitted before his stepmother came in. He was in luck. There was a room just inside the doors, with two courtiers and a chambermaid, and no line at all. "Ah miss!" said one of courtiers. "You are here to try on the glass slipper?" Sid tried to put on his best high voice. "Yes, I am." "What is your name?" "Sid-" he stopped himself. "Siderella. But everyone calls me Ella." He walked up to the other courtier, and removed his shoes. The courtier looked quizzedly at his large feet. "Are you sure you want to try, Miss Ella?" "Yes sir," Sid replied. "Because I have this." He produced the other glass slipper. "These glass slippers were my mother's," Sid said. "Somehow, perhaps by magic, I am able to wear them. Let me show you." Sid took a deep breath and stepped into the slippers. He began to feel the magic flow through him. He wasn't sure what the courtiers could see, but he could feel the same feelings as before: the pushing and squeezing of his body into shape, then the smoothing of his curves, the pulling out of his hair, the forming of his breasts, and finally he was sure he could sense the changes down below. "It fits! It's a perfect fit!" cried one courtier. "We must fetch the prince at once! Ella is the woman he met at the ball!" She looked down at herself and smiled. She could see that the magic worked. She was Ella again. She pulled off the scarf to let her long blonde hair down. "Really? Is that so?" came a stern voice from the doorway. It was her stepmother. "So, 'Ella'. Perhaps you will tell them your full name. Where you are from. And what you are hiding." Ella was silent. "Very well, I will tell you. My name is Lady Tremaine. I am the stepmother of this young... person. Whose name is not Ella. Her, or should I say, his, name is Sid Tremaine. My stepson." The courtiers were aghast. One looked at Ella. "Is it true?" "Yes, it is true that my surname is Tremaine, and this lady is my stepmother. But my name is not Sid. My true name is Ella." "Nonsense, this is a man in women's clothing," said Lady Tremaine. One of courtiers looked at the chambermaid. "Well she looks like a woman to me. Miss Suzanna... perhaps you could take Ella into the next room and... ascertain that Ella is a lady." The chambermaid looked at Ella. "No ma'am, I could never do that!" Ella smiled reassuringly. "No, it's ok." Ella followed the chambermaid into the next room, and they closed the door. "I hope the magic really worked" she said to herself. She lifted her skirt, and then nervously lowered her panties. "Yes, all woman!" laughed the chambermaid nervously. "Phew," thought Ella. The chambermaid went back out. "Miss Ella is definitely a woman." She looked at Lady Tremaine. "Perhaps you would like to check for yourself?" Lady Tremaine opened the door to the change room. "I don't know how you did this, but you won't get away with it." And she stormed out of the castle. Ella came out and looked at the bemused courtiers and chambermaid. "Please excuse my stepmother. She's very unstable. I'm sorry to say she can't be trusted." ***** And so Ella was reunited with the prince. Her stepmother caused no more trouble, because it was irrefutable that Ella was a woman. After a whirlwind romance, Ella and Prince Henry married a few months later. If anything, Ella was more beautiful in her mother's wedding dress, than she was that first evening at the ball. But to the prince, she was more beautiful still later that night, when he removed her dress and saw her naked for the first time. Ella could hardly believe it. A few months ago she had been Sid, a common farm boy. Now she stood as Ella, a young bride. She and Prince Henry were was in love, and somehow the magic and transformed her. She let Henry caress and fondle her. Then, when she was ready, she laid back. Just like in the dream, she let Henry enter him. But this time it was real, as she felt her labia part to allow him in. She was a woman, and now she was experiencing the pleasure of having a man make love to her. After they had finished, she snuggled up to him, humming the tune from the ball. "So this is love". "You're right fairy godmother," she thought, "love CAN make magic happen."