Leaning back on the couch, sighing, Angie turned off the TV. Ugh, she was so bored. A recently divorced single mother of two, her kids were already 14 and 19! God, she felt old... but 42 was the new 30, right? And yet here she was, at 7.57pm on a Friday night, bored out of her mind. Was she really this dull? Did she really have this little to offer the world?
Angie was a tiny 4'11'' shortstack, even with the sagging and some stretch marks, she had wide hips, a great ass and hefty E cup breasts that were still full and perky enough. Her heart shaped face and blue eyes were framed by radiant blonde hair. She thought she was a catch! Shame that cheating scumbag hadn't. Hell, maybe she should be out there, partying, enjoying being single. She knew Sophie, her 19yo daughter, was probably doing just that right now. Sid, the 14yo son, was with his father. She had a whole weekend to herself, but all of her friends were married and doing stuff with their spouses or watching their kids.
Angie stood up, padding over to the window in her socks, gazing out at the night sky. A shooting star shot past, looking weirdly close. She must be tired, a trick of the imagination, that's all.
Sighing, she turned around and squealed suddenly, jumping as a glittering woman in purple, fairy wings fluttering behind her, was behind her, as if from nowhere. "Jesus fuck!" Angie swore, clutching a hand to her chest. "Who are you?"
"I am your Fairy Godmother, child," the woman said beatifically, gesturing with a wand. "I sense you are unhappy, you are bored. Am I right?"
Angie shifted defensively, still not sure who this strange broad in her living room was. "I... I guess. Fairy godmother? Like wishes?"
The godmother smiled benevolently. "Of course. Just like Cinderella. Don't you want to feel a little touch of magic, Angie?"