Streeperella #47

Well...she got what she wanted but not from luck. Because she worked hard. That was always the way of it, hard work paying off. So she'd jump when her Godmother offered her the chance to come to the ball. A chance to try her luck, to make a play for freedom. A way out. But standing at the ball in the stupid dress, she just wasn't so sure. The glass slippers were fine shoes...for an idiot. She wanted to dance; she wanted to fly flast. But not shoes that would shatter. Not in this tedious dress that dragged on the floor and kept snagging on the feet of chairs. And the Prince? He was way too clingy and blew his nose in his dirty napkin. Gross!

She went to the bathroom to powder her nose and see if there was a window she could use to escape. "Nice shoes," a girl said while she was examining the air vents, "I see your godmother has good taste. I wish mine were glass. I was only given these stupid roller skates." It wasn't two minutes later that they had traded. The pretty little dimwit wandered off in her breakable shoes and Streeperella strapped on the skates.
When the clock struck, she took off skating quickly from the palace. How was she to know that the wimpy prince had been a champ at track and field? He nearly caught her but grabbed her stupid dress instead. It ripped off short. Eschewing her modesty she skated harder. Somehow he managed to run alongside her panting as he ran, We....have...happily...ever...after...come...back...hunnybunny...." "HUNNYBUNNY?" Streeperella said, "OH HELL NO!" She slammed him hard with her body, knocking him down on his frilly butt. He burst into tears.

"We're supposed to get married!" the prince howled. "I'd sooner marry death than marry you!" She spat scornfully. Out of nowhere, The Grim Streeper, looking dappper and good in skates appeared. "Really?" he asked her, "Cause you look kinda hot in that get up." Looking down at her torn skirt and ripped up tights and her brand new skates, a slow grin curled at the corner of Streeperella's mouth. "Sure I mean it," she said, "If you can keep up." And laughing, she skated away, the Grim Streeper skating fast behind her, enjoying the view.

It was said that things were never quite the same after that in fairyland and the land of stories. It was said that Snow White told the dwarves to go to hell and clean their own damn house and ran off to join the Dockyard Derby Dames. It was said that Wendy told Peter she was done mothering all the Lost Boys and took over the Pirate ship, Some say she ended up skating as well, the little tramp.

Ah but Best Beloved, we cannot know for certain. These are only fairy tales, after all.
There's no telling what's true.