Cinderella, a modern, different version of the classic story, set in the Kingdom of Radebeul in Saxony, Germany. (But with a Bra, not a glass shoe!)

Once upon a time, not really that long ago, as a matter of fact it was just last week, in a place not only not far far away but actually very near, there was a beautiful wench called Cinderella.

Cinderella worked as a supermarket cashier, and worked very hard and long hours, but all her fellow cashiers were very cruel to her. They made her work extra shifts, and often did not allow her to take a break during the long days.

But she did have some small friends in the supermarket. A family of mice who lived in the cheese section noticed Cinderella and did their best to make her happy and smile.

One day, the King of Radebeul decided to hold a ball in honor of his son, the Prince of Radebeul, and to use the ball as a way of finding the Prince a wife. The King knew that the Prince was famous for his liaisons and affairs with many of the girls in the Radebeul Kingdom.

All of Radebeul was invited, including Cinderella. But the other cashiers were determined not to let Cinderella attend as they were very jealous of her beauty. So on the evening of the ball they locked her in the supermarket alone, wanting only themselves to get a chance with the Prince.

Cinderella sat in a dark corner dejected and depressed, for she knew that the Prince was a very handsome guy and she wanted a chance with him. She was quite a raunchy lass. But she despaired of going, and did not even have a nice enough dress to wear to a fancy ball.

Suddenly she heard rustling sounds and saw the mice dragging a beautiful dress from the clothing section, a whte dress with sequins and pink bows. And behind the mice, the mother mouse was carrying a beautiful pink bra.

“You are wonderful and caring,” said Cindy to the mice friends, for that is what they called her, “but how will I get out of here and how will I get to the Palace among the vineyards above Radebeul?”

“We have a plan Cindy,” said father mouse.

“Yes, we do. Now try on the bra and dress,” ordered mother mouse.

Cinderella went into the booth and soon came out in her dress. The mice were left open mouthed in awe of Cindy’s amazing beauty.

“Wow Cindy, if you were cheese we would eat you!” said Rupert, the young mouse giggling.

But how am I going to get out of the supermarket and up to the palace?” asked Cindy.

“Come with us,” said mother mouse, and they all went off to the toy section. As they arrived a little fairy appeared and hovered over Cinderella, waving her wand and showering Cinderella with little stars and silver dust.

Suddenly on the floor, a small grape turned into a magnificent carriage with four white horses and a beautifully uniformed doorman holding the carriage door open for Cinderella.

“Don’t forget that the spell ends at midnight dear girl,” said the fairy as Cinderella disappeared into the carriage.

The supermarket doors opened magically in front of the carriage and it soon raced up the hill and into the palace driveway.

As soon as the Prince laid his lascivious eyes on Cinderella he knew he wanted and must have her.  He danced with her and no other lady, much to the chagrin of her fellow cashiers, who were by now green eyed with jealousy.

The Prince carried Cinderella off into the vineyards after dancing, and Cinderella was enchanted by the prince, as so many were before her. They were soon having a great time and making out between the rows of vines, when the grand clock started striking twelve.

Cinderella gathered her dress as quickly and as best she could and rushed off into the dark to find the carriage that would take her back to the supermarket.

The Prince, smitten with Cinderella, was heartbroken and wanted to meet her again. In the morning light he went back to the vineyards to look for her and found something that belonged to the lady of his desire. There, hanging on a branch of vine was the beautiful, radiant pink bra, radiant in the morning sunshine. The beautiful girl had forgotten it in her rush to get away.

The Prince took the precious pink bra back to the palace and quickly held a press conference to announce that he was looking for the lady who would fit the Bra, and that she would be the next Princess of Radebeul.

The conference went viral and soon there was a long line of girls and ladies eagerly waiting to try on the famous pink bra.

One by one they came and went and still none of the ladies fit into the by now very famous pink supports.

Cinderella heard about this and was embarrassed that she had left the bra behind when she left in a hurry. It took many days for her mouse friends to persuade Cindy to go and get the man of her dreams, but finally they wore her down and she went up the hill and joined the line of women.

Finally her turn came and sure enough she fit into the bra as it it was tailor made for her body.

The Prince was called immediately and he was moved at seeing the beautiful maiden again that he jumped up and down with joy.

“Why surely your cups runneth over with joy!” he exclaimed as he took her in his arms, “You will be my Princess……...what did you say your name was my fairest girl?”

“Cinderella,” she answered, slightly embarrassed that they had not even exchanged names before making out in the vineyards.

The King put on a fabulous wedding ball and the Prince married Cinderella. She was wearing the same dress that she had worn to the ball, with the now very famous pink bra underneath. 

The Prince and Cinderella now live happily ever after, and sometimes their screams of delight are carried on the wind and down into the Elbe valley from the wonderful vineyards overlooking Radebeul. 

THE END