Once upon a time, in a land not too far away

There lived a boy named Eli. He had two wicked stepsisters and a stepmother that treated him terribly. They made him cook, sweep, and fix all their mistakes because he was a man.

One day there came news of a ball in the center of town, the prince was looking for a princess. Of course the three women were just dashing to go and hopefully become part of the royal family. Eli also wanted to go and maybe meet a lady of his own.

The night of the ball came and Eli had gotten dressed in a pair of baggy pants, a t-shirt, and old worn out shoes. He made his way down the stairs and stood by the door waiting for everyone else. When his stepmother finally came down she looked at him horrified. “What do you think you’re doing!” She exclaimed.

“I’m going to the ball with you guys,” Eli spat out, he felt embarrassed for wanting to go at all.

“The prince is looking for a princess, not- you,” One sister looked at him with disgust.

“Let’s go girls,” The three walked out of the house and made their way to the ball, without him. Eli tried to think of every possible way to make himself look better and make it to the ball in time. Just as he was about to give up, he heard something coming from the chimney. Walking over he peered up, just to have ash and a little man fall on him.

They both wiggled away from each other and stared.

“Who are you?” Eli asked.

“OH! I am your…” The little man started to do a little dance, he jumped for a final landing holding his arms in the air. “Fairy godfather!” Eli looked at him skeptically. 

“I don’t wanna be mean but- aren’t you supposed to be, oh I don’t know a woman?” The little man's smile fell.

“Look I can help you or you can be miserable,” He said.

“Oh my god my own fairy godfather?!” Eli acted shocked. The little man perked right up.

“Okay kid, here’s the deal,” He hopped back over to the chimney and pulled down a chart with images. “You wanna go to the ball,” Eli nodded. “You don’t have the means to go to the ball,” Eli nodded. “I give you clothes, a ride, and one other little minor detail, and you have fun! How’s that sound?’

“Great but what’s the one little minor detail?” Eli asked. 

“For you to find out latta’! Look if you wanna make it we gotta get goin’!” He pulled out a piece of paper from his back pocket. “Sign here,” Eli signed. “And here,” Eli signed again. “Ba Boom!”

The little man clapped his hands and Eli could feel something was different, but when he looked down he was in a nice suit and shoes. “Well get going, the ball isn’t gonna wait!” Eli hopped into a carriage and he was off.

Once he got to the ball he stepped in and started scoping out the scene. But something was off, all the men in the room kept staring at him! He went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. He was a girl! “That little-” His angry yelling got cut off by a knock on the door. He opened it and left to let other people use the bathroom. 

Dashing down the stairs more eyes were on him. Getting to the bottom Eli tripped and fell onto the one. The only. The prince.