On the night of the ball, Cindy was locked in the house to clean and forbidden to go out. Sobbing tears of immense sadness and helplessness, her fairy godmother, Betty, appeared before her.

"Listen up, Anastacia!" said Betty.

Surprised initially by being called her birth name, Cindy replied, "Yes, fairy godmother?"

"You're going to get to that ball, hell or highwater!"

With the tap of her wand, Cindy was wearing the most beautiful of dresses one could ever imagine. Laced with pearls, diamonds and sparkling beads, Cindy looked flawless.

"Fairy godmother, how am I going to get to the ball? And what about my dear piano man?"

"Honey, time to get over him. You've got bigger fish to fry, namely the extravagantly wealthy and handsome prince! Don't you worry how you're going to get there; Fairy godmother has everything figured out."

Cindy was aghast at the thought of leaving the piano manŠ until she came up with an idea: one that she was going to keep to herself.

"Okay, Fairygodmother, let's go."

At another wave and a tap of her wand, a beautiful coach appeared with regal horses ready to lead the way.

"Oh, dear. I have no coachman to drive you!" exclaimed Betty. She looked around the room and then immediately locked eyes with whom else: ME.

"Oh, no, no, Fairy Godmother! I can't drive!" I meowed.

"Who said anything about learning?"

At that moment, she waved her magic wand again and zapped me. There I was, turned into a human- and an ugly one at that too! "At least you could do me justice here, fairy godmother!"