What choice do you have?

"Sure. I love chats." You lie.

"I've been watching over Cinderella for many years." The Fairy Godmother starts right up. "Every move, I watch over her. I have very limited capability to interfere with her life; if I go over the line and the other fairies find out, I could be stripped of my powers. In fact, when they find out about what I am doing tonight, I am most likely finished."

"So...you watch her...every move?" You ask, arcing an eyebrow. She gives you a look that lets you know the answer to your unspoken questions.

"Yes, including the moves she did with you earlier." Her eyes narrow and you start to sweat from nervous fear. You've dealt with angry fathers before, but angry magic godmothers was a whole other animal. "Needless to say, I was not amused."

"Well, it wasn't meant to be funny." You say, nervously laughing. She does not and you shut your mouth.

"When I saw it, I was mortified. That her virginity would be taken so carelessly on the very night I planned to use my power to help her escape her horrible life. When I saw how you broke her heart, I was enraged." You find yourself unable to respond, so she continues. "I don't like you, John. There's something not right about you. Something that doesn't fit in with this world. Like you don't belong."

"Really." You barely manage to say.

"I was fully planning to use my magic to shrivel your testicles for what you did. And permanently **** a magical candle up YOUR ass. While lit." You gulp again. Suddenly, the woman's face softens. "But...the way I saw you interact with Cinderella...it opened up my eyes some more. I was wrong."

"You...were?" You ask slowly. She nods.

"I thought you were using her to get off, like some scumbag ****. But with my magic, I could see in your heart your intentions. You weren't taking advantage of her at all, were you? No, you weren't doing it for yourself, you were doing it for her. You honestly wanted to make her feel good. Make her feel cared about. Make her feel special and loved. You wanted to show her passion and ecstasy. You wanted to make her happy."

"Yes." You nod slowly, still waiting for her to flip back to the scary fairy.

"So even though I don't like you or what you did...I cannot harm you for wanting to help her." Her gaze hardens again. "However, I will change my position if you ever DO hurt her. And to make it up to her, you're going to make sure she gets the happy night she deserves at the ball."

"I was planning on it." You say. "I want her to meet the guy of her dreams and get them together. She deserves it." Finally, the woman smiles again.

"Good to hear it. I'm glad we had this talk." The smile on her face said it all. This was the ultimate 'father-daughter's boyfriend' talk.

"Yeah, me too." You say, your throat dry. "Speaking of which, any chance you could magic me up a clean pair of breeches?"

"Don't get too smart with me, kid." She warns you. "Remember, I still don't fully trust you. I am tolerating you because Cinderella likes you." She looks down in your hands. "Although...I suppose I do have to get you some nicer clothes...and some additional accessories."