Your saw that your girlfriend had opened the book on a page where there was a picture of the oldest stepsister Drizella, apparenly contemplating her fingernails while in the background, Cinderella, wearing rags, swept the floor.
"I'm not sure that is the best page to read. Cinderella is in rags" you commented.
"But this girls dress is beautiful" commented your girlfriend pointing at the picture of Drizella "Look at the delicate lacework on the bodice. It must have taken weeks to do. I wish I had a dress like that"
"I suppose it is" you commented "She probably had Cinderella make it for her. That's Drizella, one of the cruel stepsisters"
You glanced up from the page to gauge your girlfriends reaction to that revelation, only to see that your girlfriends face was changing. Her hair had already turned dark. You watched fascinated as she changed. Soon her clothes began to change as well. Her dress became quite ornate with delicate lacework on it's bodice. "Your changing into Drizella!"
"Look at this stitch!" your girlfriend commented, while pointing at the bodice of her dress. "That idiot stepsister of mine has made a mistake"
You didn't know what to say. Your girlfriend had by now totally changed into the image of Drizella. She was wearing a beautiful dress but her face was now ugly. She had triple chins and a pig like nose. This wasn't the change you had hoped for.
"Where has Cinderella gone? Who are you?" Your girlfriend scowled at you
"I'm your boyfriend" you replied
She looked at you with disdain "You're not the prince! Get out of my sight! And if you spot that dim-witted stepsister of mine send her in here at once! I bet you she did this on purpose! Why I'll wring her neck!" Your girlfriend stormed across to the mirror and began examining herself.
"Whoa! Easy!" you commented. Your voice sounded high pitched.
"Who are you telling to go easy? You snivelling strumpet!" Your girlfriend turned back to face you, glaring with angry eyes. "You did this on purpose didn't you! Look at this!"
You approached cautiously. Your girlfriend was a little bit too much like Drizella for your liking. You looked at the lacework on her dress's bodice and realised what she was upset about. One of the lace roses appeared to be missing a petal.
Suddenly your girlfriend slapped you in the face. The slap sent you flying backward. You tripped and fell to the floor, hitting your head. You must have blacked out.
Next thing you knew someone had emptied a pail of liquid on your face bringing you back to consciousness. "Get up you slut! Fix this now!" You shivered in fear. It was Drizella standing over you. She held the ballgown you had so painstakingly stitched. Slowly you got to your feet and accepted the beautiful garment. It was such a stark contrast to the old rags you were wearing yourself.
Why was life so unjust? Why did your mother die? Why did your father have to remarry? You pondered the what if's. You so wished it was yourself going to the prince's ball. If only you had a fairy godmother......