The Tremaine Sisters' Naughty Spell on Cinderella

Before leaving with the nobles who surround and flatter them, Anastasia and Drizella exchange a mischievous glance, as if sharing a deliciously wicked secret. In Anastasia's palm, hidden among her bejeweled fingers, glimmers the magic wand that Lady Tremaine had entrusted to them "just for fun."

With a shared, malicious giggle, Anastasia surreptitiously raises it toward Cinderella and whispers softly, mimicking the fairy godmother's playful tone:

"Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo~"

A subtle, pinkish glow, almost invisible amid the ballroom lights, envelops Cinderella for a second.

Suddenly, her figure transforms: her waist widens, her hips become broader and rounder, her body plump and soft, losing all its delicacy. Her beautiful, sweet features harden and become angular: bulbous nose, puffy cheeks, thin, tightly pressed lips—exactly like the ugly, crooked faces Anastasia and Drizella had before the desire. Her once lustrous, golden hair turns grayer, duller, and more disheveled, falling in unruly gray strands.

Cinderella clutches her face, feeling the changes with horror. She stares at her reflection in a nearby mirror and gasps, “What’s happening! No… it can’t be!”

Anastasia and Drizella burst into cruel laughter, pointing accusing fingers at their stepsister as they double over with giggles.

“PORK-ELLA! PORK-ELLA!” they chant in unison, mimicking the old nickname with sadistic glee.

“Look how good the name suits you now, Pork-Ella!” Anastasia sneers, wiping away a tear of laughter.

"Perfect for cleaning the castle!" Drizella adds, turning so her noble admirers can see her laugh.

Cinderella, tears streaming down her now swollen, gray cheeks, turns and runs from the ballroom, her plain blue dress flapping like an old rag. Her sobs are lost in the music and applause.

Lady Tremaine, in the Prince's arms, watches the whole scene from afar. Her flushed, happy face curves into a wicked, slow, and satisfied smile.

"Oh~ my happily ever after, Cinderella~" she murmurs to herself, her voice a dark, triumphant purr.

The Prince, oblivious to everything, kisses her cheek again with blind devotion.