"No one appreciates fairy godmothers. I give, give, give and do I even get a thank you in return? That's right, no. Well, now it's my turn. I'm going to ...." Pinky's voice trailed off. She had absolutely no idea what she was going to do. The story always went the same way. There was the dirty mistreated or lost child who needed her Fairy Godmother to show up and wave her magic wand and get her to the ball or to the right spot in the woods where she will meet Prince Charming and live happily ever after, but do any one of them ever come back and say 'thank you?' or show the slightest bit of appreciation? Didn't they realise just how tiring it was to come up with a new gimmick every time to catch the stupid (and they were always stupid) Prince's attention? Did they think that the ideas glass slippers and magic ropes and flying carpets and super strong hair just grew on trees? And these days the demands were even worse. No pumpkins into coaches drawn by mice horses. No these days they wanted limousines and real diamonds not fairy diamond drops which melted back into the dew drops they really were. Not only was it getting harder and harder to come up with ideas, but the little darlings were more and more demanding. 'I'm going to teach them all a lesson!' Pinky thought to herself, still fuming.
Her latest rescue had gone particularly badly. The little Princess had insisted, no demanded, a diamond studded tulle creation she had seen in some fashion magazine. "But it's the latest fashion" she had whined, "My sisters will have dresses made by the same designer, but this one is better and you do want me to look better than them don't you?"
Pinky had sighed, and kept her doubts to herself. Any Prince who had to be won through expensive baubles wasn't worth having in her book, but he was Rella's chosen love and that was that. It was simply her job to create the means of meeting and the rest was up to them. When her Prince had dumped her for some tarted up Blonde in a spray on creation that left nothing to the imagination Rella had blamed Pinky for not creating 'real' diamonds for her dress. "There is another party next week," she said, "and if you can make me this," she flashed another picture of a hideous over-the-top diamond encrusted creation at her Fairy Godmother, "with REAL diamonds," she added, "then I'm sure to attract the attention of him..." She flipped the pages of a gossip magazine tossed out by her Ugly Sisters, to a picture of a insipidly handsome young man who was, according to the headlines 'the new Prince of Pop'.
Pinky had never heard of the Kingdom of Pop but as affairs in the human realm changed far too quickly for her to follow, this didn't bother her much. "I hope he rules Pop well," she said to Rella.
"Huh?" replied Rella, snapping her gum, "whatcha talking about? He's groovy!" She added.
It was at this point that Pinky decided that she had had enough. When the date for the ball arrived Pinky had settled on her plan. She had meticulously created the dress Rella had wanted, found a black Fairy Hound willing to be a limousine for a few hours on Friday night and a rather laid back rat in a nearby sewer who had perked up at the invitation to play chauffeur for a few hours. "I drive myself," the Fairy Hound had impressed on him, "so don't even think of touching any of the pedals." The rat just nodded.
When Rella dressed Pinky ensured that included in the ensemble were suitable undergarments, noting that Rella's ideas in that department were rather lacking. "Ooh these are pretty," she said as she put them on. "Do you think the Prince will like them?" she asked Pinky.
"I'm sure he will," Pinky replied.
After seeing Rella off to the ball Pinky slipped into the ballroom to see the results of her plan. So far everything was going as expected. Rella had entered the ballroom to gasps of amazement. The Prince was suitable smitten and was dancing with her. The clock crept closer to the magic hour. Finally it boinged midnight. Pinky felt a thrill of excitement run through her.
Rella looked up as the clock chimed the hour. She knew she must tear herself away from her Prince of Pop, run across the dance floor, leaving one shoe behind (with her name in it just in case) for him to find her later. But as she pulled out of his arms the unthinkable happened. Her dress dissolved leaving her standing there in her underwear, but not the beautiful undergarments she had put on earlier, no the mucky grey droopy old bra that was a size too big and held closed with a large safety pin and the saggy granny pants she rescued from the bin after her Wicked Stepmother threw them out. Her clean hair turned into its usual lanky grease ridden rat's nest. Her spots returned with a vengeance and the grime settled back under her nails. The dancers paused to take in the sight before bursting out with howls of laughter. Her Prince drew back with an exclamation of disgust and turned his back on her and walked away as fast as he could without drawing more attention to himself.
Rella burst into hot tears of shame, anger and mortification. One of her Ugly Stepsisters came up with her coat and put it around her shoulders. "Come Rella," she said gently, "let's get out of here."
Pinky looked at the Prince and then at the Ugly Sister, "so, I didn't underestimate that one, but I did underestimate that one. I think she just might need a Fairy Godmother to visit her one of these days."
After that Rella didn't moon after idols in the magazines. She and her step-sister formed a close friendship and together they stood up to her Wicked Step-Mother (helped a little on the side by Pinky who felt a little bad about the trick she had played) and decided that they both wanted a guy who 'liked me just as I am'.