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 Cinderella was a lovely nineteen year old who had at one time been very
happy and content but that was before she had to endure her wicked step
mother and her two jealous step sisters.

   Ferrera and Portia hated Cinderella because Cinderella, with her
porcelain beauty and firm, precious figure got so much attention from all
the boys.  Ferrera and Porchia were both quite attractive themselves in
fact, if they only knew that their sneering, whining, petulant, demanding
personalities would drive off even the most shallow of suitors, they
wouldn't have to worry.  Still, they blamed their younger step sister for
their romantic woes and so they enjoyed tormenting her, especially when
they were able to embarrass her in front any fairy tale males.

   Cinderella had many uncomfortable memories of her sister's pranks and
abuses.  Like the time that they pushed her into the pond while she was
wearing an all white dress of very thin material.  She was immediately
surrounded by happy, taunting boys who stared at the transparent dress. 
Her terrible sisters kept pulling her hands from her chest so that the boys
could see her nipples through it.  There was the time when they had
punished Cinderella for some imagined slight while she was outside doing
the windows.  Skirt up, panties down, they spanked her adorable little rear
end publically for the viewing pleasure of neighbors.  That little incident
was repeated a number of times, sometimes with Ferrera and Portia welcoming
smiling young men to take part in the spanking.  There was even one time
that they had ambushed their poor stepsister while she was hanging laundry
to dry.  They tied her in place and opened the top of her dress to leave
her, tits bare, for anyone that might see her.  In the back yard she was
safe for just a little while but she was inevitably spotted and over the
course of an hour and a half she was ogled and felt up by various neighbors
and passers by.  To make it worse, on each and every one of these occasions
her wicked stepmother saw her embarrassing predicaments as disgraceful and
would heap more work and punishment on her afterward.

   Despite this dreadful home situation, Cinderella remained sunny and
bright and lovable and even hopeful.  So, when the invitations to a royal
ball were sent out, requiring the presence of every unmarried young woman,
she was excited to get to take part.  Her stepmother of course didn't want
the pretty Cinderella there as competition for her own daughters.  Still
the invitation did specify that every girl was to go.  Then again it also
said that they must wear their best dress.  Cinderella didn't own any dress
that could be defined as "her best".  "Oh, I'm so sorry.  If only you had a
nice gown to go in.  Not even an expensive one, just something nice."

   Cinderella didn't say a word.  She knew better.  She just nodded quietly
and left looking disappointed though she was already planning to make a
dress as fast as possible.  Her time fixing her stepsisters' clothes had
taught her well.  When it was time to leave for the ball, Cinderella was
there alongside her sisters in a simple but very becoming dress.  On the
front steps of their home, the three lovely, young, well dressed women had
quite a few people walking by very slow to get a better look.

   Portia and Ferrera sneered and fumed that their young stepsister would
get to go after all.  Their mother though had a different idea.  She
noticed immediately what her evil daughters had not.  Cinderella's dress
was put together using a lot of scrap that Portia and Ferrera had
discarded. "Portia," the wicked stepmother said slyly, "isn't that green
ribbon from your room?"

   "It is!"

   "And Ferrera, isn't that lace from one of your old formal gowns?"

   "She can't have that!"

   The stepsisters turned on Cinderella so quickly that the poor girl was
rather helpless to stop them when they began tearing away the purloined
pieces of the dress.  Ripping and tearing, the two evil girls ripped and
tore the little dress.  A shoulder strap broke and it fell from one of
Cinderella's perfect, fair skinned boobs.  Poor Cinderella, being her
passive self, just stood terrified as her sisters reduced the dress to rags
and in the process left her standing in little more than her panties and
stockings.  And people were there staring!  Cinderella put her fragile
little hands over her face and rushed inside to protect her naked body from
view.  With a smile, the wicked stepmother and her daughters stepped into
their coach.

   Cinderella sat in her tiny room, crying at another humiliation and the
loss of the ball.  It was then that a soft glow appeared and coalesced into
the shape of a magical woman.  Cinderella stared speechlessly.  The woman
told her in a kindly voice, "Cinderella, I am your fairy godmother." The
fairy godmother was a tall, elegant woman with long blonde hair, a modestly
sized but excellently shaped bust and fantastic legs in a simple but sexy
evening gown.  We won't get to have any fun with her in this story but for
any possible future scenarios I thought I'd describe her anyway.  (Oh, and
I'm open to suggestions for possible ENF situations for this character). 
"My name is Esmerelda and I'm here to see to it that you get to the ball."

   Cinderella momentarily made certain that she hadn't hit her head, then
she became excited and happy.  "Oh, I would so love to go to the ball!"

   "First though, we'll have to do something about this dress." With a wave
of her wand Esmerelda sent a small shower of magical sparks that covered
Cinderella's body then transformed into the most wondrous, gossamer gown.
Her hair was held up in a glamourous do.  Her make up was perfect.  Her
shoes were wonderful and underneath, the silky fine panties felt so good.
Of course the fairy godmother also provided a coach from a pumpkin, mice
turned into horses and so on.  There was a cautious warning though, "Don't
forget, Cinderella.  Watch the clock.  All of these magical things will
vanish at midnight.  Except for the panties.  Those you get to keep."

   Cinderella was the portrait of gushing gratitude as she rode to the
ball. When she entered unannounced, the room slowly became a whispering
mob. No one recognized the young girl except for her family who did not
believe that their little Cinderella could possibly have arrived at all,
much less in a gown that put to shame all the rest.  She certainly caught
the eye of the prince as well.  After her arrival, he would dance with no
one else.  Though she would not tell him her name or where she lived, he
was fascinated with this beautiful mystery girl.  They danced the night
away until the clock struck midnight.

   Cinderella was too enchanted by her evening to remember her fairy
godmother's advice.  So outside her coach turned back into a pumpkin and
her dress began to fade away.  The Prince, noticing the odd occurance, let
go and took a step back.  Cinderella looked down at herself and, with a
sudden squeak of surprise, noticed that every bit of her clothes except for
her fancy panties were vanishing into thin air.  It was THE event of the
year and everyone was there.  She was surrounded by ogling eyes and she was
bare except for the little protection of her satin underwear. 
"OOOooOOoOoOoH NOOooOOoOoO!!!!" Jaw quivering, the poor girl put her
slender hands over her perfect breasts and turned in place to see all the
gawking people.  Then she finally knew that she had only one real option.
Run!  She wasn't able to run effectively with her hands over her tits so
her pretty baubles were bouncing with each desperate step as she rushed
through the crowd.

   People were staring and smiling as she tried to ignore them.  Behind
her, shouting for her to stop, the Prince gave chase.  She wasn't exactly a
racer and he was quite athletic, so he managed to catch up to her right as
they were both out of sight of the crowd.  "Stop!" he commanded, refusing
to let the girl of his dreams go.  Literally.  He had caught ahold of those
wonderful magical panties.  Cinderella was in such a complete state of
blushing embarrassment that she kept struggling and it turned into a funny
little wrestling match as they fell to the ground.  A nobleman shouted,
"Get her my Lord!" Cinderella turned her head to see that a handful of
enthusiastic people had stepped out to see the end of the chase.  There she
was, body bare to these grinning and laughing strangers as the Prince had a
handful of her panties.  She shrieked in anguish as she kept crawling in
her crazy high speed attempt at escape.  Her magical panties were
unbreakable, so they refused to tear but she kept the Prince from getting a
lasting grip on her anywhere else.  The consequence of this was that she
ended up having her panties pulled down so that her sexy little buns were
now bared both to the studly Prince and his cheering section.  Cinderella
turned over and that gave everyone a look at her gorgeous, very light
blonde beaver.  She kept pushing away until her panties were slid down her
thighs, over her calves and eventually off of her body altogether.  As soon
as she realized she was loose (and naked!  completely naked in front of
these horrible people!) she turned and ran.  The Prince sat there,
dumbfounded holding on to the only thing she had left him, a pair of
perfectly fitted panties.

   The flustered Cinderella ran home, carefully staying where she might not
be noticed though a couple of times she was spotted from the windows of the
houses she passed by.  "Woo!  Woo!" "Hey, give me a better look than that!"
"Don't know who you are, but I'll never forget you!" She ran away from
those lucky individuals each time and got home where she sat, still naked
but too exhausted and embarrassed to do anything about it but regret having
lost her opportunity.

   She was dressed and as modestly as always when her stepsisters and
stepmother returned.  She had managed to calm down enough to pretend that
nothing was wrong.  "Did you have a good time?" The grumbles and complaints
from her two stepsisters did her a world of good though she was smart
enough not to let them see that.  The following day the Prince set about
finding the mystery maiden.  She was not only a beauty, she was an entirely
unique beauty.  Her hips and butt in particular were a kind of shape that
attracted the eye not only because of their loveliness but also due to the
fact that they had a special shape.  He knew that the panties he had, that
fit that body with such precision, could be worn that well only by her.  He
went through his kingdom house by house forcing the young ladies within
each to try them on.  The panties looked good on any and all of them but
the lines of them were just not perfect.  No, only one lovely girl could
wear them that well.

   Eventually the Prince arrived at Cinderella's home.  Her stepmother was
more than happy to introduce him to her daughters.  He took a seat and his
tall, skinny, grey mustached valet stuffily informed the two lovely ladies,
"You'll have to remove your undergarments."

   They both looked like they must have misheard and their mother was
aghast, "What?"

   The valet produced the magical panties.  "The Prince seeks the lady that
fits perfectly into these.  Every young lady that was present at the ball
must try them on for him."

   Looking nervous, Ferrera and Portia put their hands under their dresses
and slid their underwear down their legs, stepping out.  Ferrera reached
for the panties but the Prince lazily ordered, "Show us your pussy first."

   All three women were startled.  "What?" "Did he just say that?" "You
can't be serious!"

   "Hey I got bored after the first few houses so now I'm getting some
entertainment.  Lift her dress up," he snapped at two large burly men at
arms who happily complied.

   "Wait!  No!  AaaAAH!" Ferrera was mortified as her skirts were raised up
to waist level and her bush was bared.  It was thick at the center of the
triangle but less so at the edges.  The Prince and his men all made it
point to look very interested as Ferrera blushed and tried to look anywhere
but at her oglers.

   "Turn her around," the Prince said.

   "Oh please just let me put those on." But that didn't happen.  She was
turned and her lovely, full but not quite big ass was displayed.  One of
the guards clapped a hand on it and squeezed while everyone chuckled. 
Everyone except for Ferrera who squealed, her mother who sneered and Portia
who stared with dread at what was awaiting her.  At this point she was
almost hoping that the panties would fit Ferrera.

   Ferrera was turned around and the valet held the panties as she stepped
in and he slid them up her legs and in place.  The Prince took in the sight
of lines the panties formed on her body from in front, at the side, from
behind and in front again.  "No.  It isn't her.  Get those off."

   As the old valet grinned, he peeled the panties down a bit, ran his
fingers through that gorgeous bush, and then took the panties off of her
all together.  "Now for you," he said to Portia.  Portia saw the look in
his eyes and she knew that she was doomed to the same embarrassment.  She
took a few nervous steps forward and the guards lifted her dress so that
everyone could enjoy the sight of her bare beaver.  Her bush was thick and
fluffy, standing up proudly in a somewhat oval shape.

   "Nice," the Prince said and his men agreed.  "Now turn her around."
Portia's head drooped as she turned in place and let them all enjoy the
sight of her bum.  Very pretty, it wasn't quite as big or round as her
sister's was.  The curve of it was exceptional and it was very firm.  The
same guard that had felt Ferrera's butt put a hand on Portia as well,
giving a few squeezes to each cheek before turning her back around.  Portia
stepped carefully into the panties and they were pulled up into place by
the grinning old valet.

   "Hm," the Prince appraised, "she's hot all right but she's not the girl
I'm looking for."

   With a shrug, the valet slid the panties down partway, took a feel of
that lovely thick bush and then slipped the underwear off of her entirely.
The moment Portia's skirt was back in place, Cinderella entered carrying a
tray of tea and refreshments.  She had heard the visitors and anticipated
her stepmother's demand.  She didn't know what the occasion was or that her
stepmother would never have allowed her to meet the Prince.  Cinderella
recognized him of course, though no one could tell that she was in fact the
lady in finery from the ball.  If they did, perhaps the Prince would have
acted differently.  As it was, he again indulged his desire to view a
lovely girl's nudity and to embarrass her in the process.  "Who is this?"
he asked.

   "Just Cinderella," the Stepmother said.  "No need to concern yourself
about her.  She wasn't even at the ball."

   The Prince snapped to his guards and valet and they moved the confused
girl in front of the Prince.  Her Stepmother insisted that this was
pointless but the Prince silenced her, "I lose nothing by being certain!"
Ferrera and Portia watched greedily, wanting very much to see their pretty
young stepsister go through the same ordeal they did.

   Cinderella was a bit shocked when the guards began lifting the hem of
her dress.  "Wait!  What?" But they didn't stop of course.  Once it was
waist high, the valet pulled her panties down as she squirmed.  She put one
lovely, slender hand in front of her bush but the Prince wasn't having
that.

   "Let us look," he said with a grin.

   Cinderella frowned prettily and blushed as she moved her hand and
allowed the leering men to get a good look at her well trimmed blonde
beaver.  Her panties were slid completely off and she was turned around. 
The valet was evidently impressed.  "Remarkable.  Perhaps the nicest rear
end we've seen today!" He gave it a little pat and then the same guard that
had grabbed the bare butts of Ferrera and Portia helped himself to a
squeezing, jiggling handful of Cinderella buns.  Cinderella was almost in a
state of shock.  This was the result of delighting a prince?  She was
turned in place again and the valet gave her blondie a quick little touch
and rub before telling her to step into the magical panties.  When they
were on, the valet stepped back with evident surprise.  The Prince was
delighted.  "It's her!  You're the girl I danced with at the ball!"

   Cinderella pulled her dress from the grip of the guards so that it would
fall and protect her modesty again.  She looked around.  Her stepmother and
stepsisters were stunned.  The Prince was overjoyed.  "I've been looking
for you!  You're the girl I want to marry!"

   "Marry?  Are you nuts?  After what you just did?  And have you been
doing that to all the girls in the kingdom?  No way, buster, go back to
your castle and find some trophy wife that doesn't mind the perversions. 
My life here may suck but at least I won't be here forever.  There's no way
I'm going to marry this kind of constant embarrassment."

   "What?  Wait, that's not how the tale is supposed to end." The Prince
was of course flabbergasted.  He pleaded, "It really wouldn't be like
that."

   "Does this sound like a story you want to tell when people ask how we
met?"

   "I'll make something up.  Something nicer.  I'll say it was your shoe.
And in the meantime I'll get you your own place.  Just think about it."

   Cinderella would have turned that offer down flat but the chance to move
out of her stepmother's home was too good to resist.  So, while it may not
be `ever after', the lovely young girl's story did end happily and this
way, we might see her again.