Once upon a time there was a special girl born. When she grew older, she called herself “Ella,” even though everyone else still called her “Henry.”
 When Ella’s mother died, her father remarried. Her stepmother and her three stepsisters were jealous of her and put her to work as their servant. They tore at her clothes and teased Ella about her dresses, while they called her “Henry” and a “boy.” She escaped their torment, by scrubbing the floors, washing the dishes, preparing their fine clothes for them, and daydreaming about love.
 The poor girl patiently took their comments and commands. She did not tell her father because his new wife ruled him. Despite her torn and tattered dresses, she was a hundred times prettier than her sisters, who always dressed elegantly.

 It happened that the king’s son hosted a ball and invited the entire town. The invitation included Ella and her sisters. They were delighted at the invitation and started to choose the gowns and jewels for the occasion. This added to Ella’s chores, she washed, ironed and mended their clothes. They talked all of the time what they should wear to the elegant ball and thought nothing of what Ella would wear.
 “I will wear my red, velvet dress with gold trim,” said the eldest stepsister.
 “And I will wear my black dress with my diamond necklace,” said the youngest.
They hired the best hairdresser and make up artist to decorate them for the ball. They consulted Ella about their attire, and she always advised them with respect.

 While she helped them dress, her stepmother came in and said, “Henry, here you go.”
 Ella looked at the black tuxedo and said, “What is that?”
 “It is what you are to wear to the ball.”
 “Where is my gown?”
 They all laughed, except for Ella.
 “Boys don’t wear dresses. They wear tuxes.”
 At this comment, Ella ran from the house in tears. Sobbing, she watched from the garden, when her sisters left for the ball.
 Her fairy godmother saw her in tears and asked her what was the matter.
 “I wish I could…” She could not finish the statement because of her sobs.
 “You wish you could go to the ball,” the fairy godmother said.
 “Yes,” she said. She sighed. “They want me to go as a boy in a tux.”
 “Well, a beautiful girl like you should go in an elegant gown.”
 Ella smiled and wiped away the tears. “Yes,” she said, shaking her head.
 “Bring me a pumpkin.”
 Ella fetched the finest she found in the garden and brought it to her fairy godmother. Tapping it with her wand, the fairy godmother turned the pumpkin into an elegant coach trimmed in gold. The fairy godmother discovered mice in a trap and tapped them with the wand. As they were freed, they turned into beautiful horses to pull the coach. Another mouse turned into a driver for Ella.
 “You are ready to leave for the ball.”

 “Must I go in my tattered dress?”
 Her fairy godmother touched her with the wand, and her clothes turned into a gown with jewels. Looking at Ella, she handed her the prettiest pair of crystal slippers in the world.
 Dressed for the evening, she climbed into her coach. Before she left, her fairy godmother commanded her not to stay past midnight because the spell would break at that hour. Beaming, she promised and left for the ball.
 When she arrived at the palace, the king’s son met the beautiful princess he had been told had come. He offered her his hand to help her out of the coach and led her into the ball. Immediately, everyone fell silent, while the couple started to dance.
 Everyone stared and said, “She is the most beautiful princess.”
 As they danced, Ella noticed that the prince was like her and born special. She smiled, and the prince, noticing her eyes on his breasts, smiled back.
 “Will you walk with me in the flower garden?”
 “I would love to, sir.”
 Again, the prince smiled because it was the first time he had been called that. Like Ella, his family named him “Anne,” but he called himself “Sid.”
 He offered his hand, and she embraced it with hers. They left the ball with stares at their backs, but they were too enchanted with each other to notice.
 In the garden they kissed. The prince wrapped the princess up in his arms, and they stroked each other’s back.
 
“I have always dreamed of a handsome prince like you,” she whispered into his ear.
 “You are the most beautiful lady I have ever seen. I knew that someday I would meet a special princess, whom I could love,” the prince whispered back.
 Hesitating, they pulled away from each other and stared into each other’s eyes. Knowing what they wanted, they lowered their eyes.
 Finally, the prince looked up and said, “I want you like I have never wanted any other woman.”
 “I want you, too.”
 The prince helped the princess out of her gown and stared at the sight before him. He smiled.
 “You are the special kind of woman I have always wanted.”
 Hearing this statement, the princess smiled. It was the first time she was seen as she saw herself.
 “Thank you, sir.”
 The prince removed his clothes and stood before the princess. Knowing he was nervous as well, she smiled to let him know that she understood how he felt.
 “You are absolutely handsome.”
 The prince smiled and stepped toward the princess. Kissing her, he caressed her. Becoming aroused, she stroked her hands over his rounded hips.
 After a few minutes of cuddling, the prince pulled away. He reached for his jacket and spread it on the ground.
“A lady should not get dirty.”

 The princess curtsied with a pretend dress and lowered herself onto the jacket. He bent down beside her and stroked his fingers through the hair, which trailed down her stomach to her cock. He gripped her hardening tool and smiled. She heard him sigh.
 She reached up and touched his face. He rubbed his cheek in her hand and relished how her skin felt on his. He leaned over and brushed his lips over hers. When he leaned forward, her hand trailed over his cheek and through his hair. She gripped his head and held him close to her to prolong the kiss. Instead, he kissed her lips and moved over her cheek to her ear. When he sucked it into his mouth, she moaned.
 Wanting him closer, she pulled him onto her. His breasts pressed into her chest, and she loved the softness of them. He felt her hard cock press into his stomach. The prince moved down her body and sucked a nipple into his mouth. She arched up to his lips. While he sucked on her chest, she caressed his breasts. She massaged them and pinched his nipples. When she did, he growled.
 When she had built a fire in his cunt, he lowered himself onto her cock. He inched it in at first, but eventually he thrashed himself down onto it. Her cock filled him with each stroke.
 Through half closed eyes, she watched his breasts bounce to the beat of his thrusts. She moaned as he lifted himself up to the tip of her cock and rammed it into him. His thighs slapped against her with each down stroke.
 She felt a twitch in her balls, and his cunt tightened around her shaft. They exploded in orgasm, and he collapsed on top of Ella. Her cock remained in him until it
shrank up and fell out. When this happened, they sighed. They cuddled, not wanting to let go.
 When Ella heard the bong of the palace clock striking, she counted the eleven strikes. Knowing she still had time, she continued to cuddle with her head on the prince’s breast. She reached up and kissed the dozing prince. He opened his eyes and smiled at her.

 Soon, Ella heard the palace clock strike again, and she sat up with a start. Knowing it was time to go, she kissed the stunned prince.
 She grabbed her gown and slid on her crystal slippers, the most beautiful in the world.
 “I have to go. I love you, my dearest prince,” she yelled back over her shoulder as she pulled her gown over her head.
 While she ran for her coach in haste, she slipped out of one of her slippers and did not notice.
 The prince ran after her, yelling, “Don’t leave. I love you.”
Before he knew it, she jumped into her coach, driving away. He looked down at the discarded slipper and bent to pick it up.
He held it to his breasts and said, “I will find you, my love.”
 When Ella returned home, everything, except for the one crystal slipper, had changed back.

Standing in her driveway in her tattered dress, she swore she would keep the slipper to always remember her handsome prince.
 When her three stepsisters returned from the ball, they told her about how the prince and a mysterious princess had slipped out of the ball. When the prince returned to
the ball alone, he carried one of her crystal slippers. They told her that they thought the prince was in love with the princess, who fled as the clock struck midnight.
 The prince, determined to find his princess and to ask her to be his bride, sent out two servants to try the slipper on every foot in town. He told them to return to the palace with her.
 When the servants knocked on the last door in town, the three sisters greeted them. They sent Ella to the kitchen to fetch drinks for the men.
 Ella watched as the servants tried the slipper on each sister to no avail. Each foot was much too dainty for the grand slipper.
 “Let me see if it will fit me.”
 Her sisters burst out laughing at her request and teased her.
 “Excuse our brother. He is disillusioned about his gender,” the eldest sister said.
 Tired from their journey, the gentlemen looked at her and decided to oblige her request. She sat down, and one of the gentlemen slipped it on her foot. He noticed it fit perfectly. While everyone stared at Ella, she pulled the identical slipper from her pocket and put it on her other foot.
 When she had both slippers on, her fairy godmother pranced into the cottage and touched her wand on Ella. Her tattered clothes changed to an elegant gown.
 Now, her sisters saw that she was the beautiful princess from the ball. The gentlemen escorted her out to the coach waiting outside, so they could take her to the palace.

When the gentlemen presented her to the royal family, the prince announced his love and asked her to marry him. Within a few days, they married.
They lived happily ever after.

THE END