Gillian sighed as she looked at another email from her agent, telling her she hadn't got the gig. She'd dreamed all her life of becoming an actress, but... well, it had been so hard. She was well into her 30s and had never had a big break. A couple of bit part roles, the odd stint as the "best friend who was hot but not as hot as the lead"... and that was it, really. She thought she was talented, she thought she was pretty, but there were so many talented, pretty girls in Hollywood!
She was petite, around 5'4'', with blue eyes, dirty blonde hair styled in waves to shoulder length, her body toned and athletic, with perky B cup breasts and a cute little behind. But hey, wasn't every actress? Problem is now she was bearing down on 40, and all the new starts were so much younger, so much prettier. They weren't finding lines and grey hair.
Gillian sighed again, looking at her emails. "I wish there were just more opportunities!" she said aloud, frustratedly.
"That sounds like my cue!" came a silvery voice, and Gillian whirled, seeing the blonde... fairy?... in her regal dress, her wand in one hand. "You sound like you could use a fairy godmother!"
Gillian was dumbfounded as the fairy fluttered over to her laptop, scanning the screen. "Tut tut, now that's a lot of rejections! And at your age, well, you're not gonna be wealthy and famous at this rate!"
"I mean, it's not just about that..." Gillian lied, not wanting to look too shallow. Of course she wanted money and fame, what aspiring actress didn't?! She didn't do it because she loved the craft of negotiating whether or not she'd be willing to show a bit more skin for the part!
The fairy godmother tutted again. "Pish posh! Anyway, fortunately, your fairy godmother is here, and you wished! For more opportunities... Hmm... now how will we do that, I wonder?"