A throwaway remark whilst talking to my Muse led me to
reinterpret this particular fairytale. Little did I know the
trouble that this would lead to. Please read this before you
read 'Fridayella - The Aftermath'. 

Fridayella
by Arty

Once upon a time there lived a handsome widower and his
daughter. All was serene until, one day, the widower
returned home from business trip with a new wife. At first
everything was sweetness and light; the new wife, who was a
widow with two daughters, was more than pleasant towards the
daughter. Soon however the new wife was demanding more and
more from the handsome husband and to show his love for her
the handsome husband spent more and more time away on
business trips to earn the money to get the things that the
new wife, and eventually, her daughters demanded.

The more time the handsome husband spent away from home the
nastier the new wife became towards the daughter. She named
her Fridayella [for reasons that are unclear to me - but
that's how it is with stories of this nature, you'll just
have to live with it] and encouraged her daughters to be
nasty to Fridayella too. And so it came that the two
daughters became the Ugly Sisters and the new wife became
the Evil Stepmother and the handsome husband suffered a
terrible accident and Fridayella started her new life of
scapegoat and servant for the rest of them.

Every day the Evil Stepmother and her two Ugly Sisters went
out of their way to make Fridayella's life a misery. But
they were wasting their time; the hard work kept her figure
trim and improved her muscle definition. The simple food,
that was all she was allowed to eat, kept her skin clear and
all the while the memory of her father's love kept her
disposition sweet. In short she blossomed in adversity, in
the way that wildflowers are wont to do.

Of course the more beautiful she grew, the worse the
treatment of her became and the worse their treatment of her
became, the more ugly became the Ugly Sisters and the more
shrewish became the Evil Stepmother. [I really will have to
give up writing these compound sentences; I always get lost
halfway through, so Lord knows what it's like for the
readers!] And now, though she did but know it, Fridayella is
one of prettiest young women in all the kingdom. This
enraged the Ugly Sisters and so they determined to keep her
away from the rest of society in case her beauty would
overshadow theirs (as it most assuredly would). [I thought I
was going to write more simply - oh well don't blame me, I'm
only the writer.]

The Ugly Sisters had expensive tastes and so to make their
income stretch further the Evil Stepmother refused to
replace Fridayella's clothes as they wore out and by now she
spends her waking hours naked and covered in the dust and
the grime that is the natural result of cleaning up after
the Evil Stepmother and her atrocious daughters.

["You just had to, didn't you?"]

[The author looks innocently about him, "Had to, what?"]

["Keep me naked, what else?"]

["Every job has its downside..."]

["I'd consider very carefully where you're going with that
particular piece of irony buster!"]

["... and this isn't one of them!"]

["Nice recovery."]

["I thought so. Anyhow it gets better..."]

["Good, when does the Fairy Godmother show up?"]

["... or worse depending on your perspective."]

["I'm warning you!"]

["Undeniably pleasant though it is to converse with one's
delightfully undressed heroine, I do think we should be
getting along, don't you?"]

["Mmmmph!"]

Fridayella was now reflecting on the latest fiendish twist
in the continuing attempts to make her life unbearable. The
Evil Stepmother now insisted that Fridayella should wear a
small ball-gag during the daylight hours! Now that
Fridayella was almost permanently naked she had taken to
fitting Fridayella with a chastity belt made from some
straps and a dildo that Fridayella had also to wear during
the daylight hours. And so it was that Fridayella was
outfitted like this on the fateful day and night of the
Prince's Annual State Ball. Every year all eligible women
were required, by the King, to attend the ball in a, so far,
vain attempt to find his son a wife. On this night
Fridayella was made to help the Ugly Sisters get ready for
the ball. Of course Fridayella had nothing to wear, but she
wasn't downhearted she was just anxious for her Stepsisters
to leave so she could have some time to herself. As the
noisome pair and their mother left the house Fridayella
unbuckled her gag and threw it onto the table.

["I suppose you think that's funny?"]

["I'll allow that it does have certain humorous aspects."
The author gives way to a few deep chuckles.]

["I'll get you for this!"]

["Oh well, enough of this badinage, don't you want to go to
the ball?"]

["I don't have a thing to wear!"]

["That must be the first time you've said that when it's
actually true!"]

["Oh yes, just you wait, revenge will be sweet."]

Just then a shower of stardust announced the arrival of the
Fairy Godmother. The fluffy, bunny slippers that she wore
gave a clue as to the current identity of the Fairy
Godmother. The Fairy Godmother looked at Fridayella and
pursed her lips; she tutted and then sucked some air through
her teeth and shook her head in the way that mechanics do
and you just know that you are not going to like the final
bill.

"The chassis is good, but the bodywork could do with some
dressing up."

"Pardon."

"Uh sorry, I mean that chastity belts are not the 'in thing'
this year. First though we should get you some transport."

The Fairy Godmother cast around for something to work with.
Muttering to herself she pulled a large courgette (oh all
right then a squash - look, as far as I am concerned squash
is a fruit drink made by adding water to concentrated fruit
juice) from the vegetable rack.

"I know pumpkins are traditional, but I think this will do."
Taking the courgette the Fairy Godmother beckoned Fridayella
to follow her out into the yard; "I do my best work with an
audience." Out in the yard the Fairy Godmother collected
together the cat and the dog and finally herded a few mice
towards the courgette that lay sphinx-like on the ground.

"What are you? A Fairy Godmother or some sort of demented
Pied Piper?"

"Now dear, be patient." The Fairy Godmother looked
critically at the assembled ingredients and tutted again, "I
suppose it will just have to do." With that she waved her
magic wand, "Higgledy Piggledy Parabaloo*" [*A special prize
goes to the person that can tell me from where this magical
incantation is stolen.] (If I had a special effects budget
to rival the GDP of a small South American republic I could
probably do justice to the magic, but I don't so you'll just
have to make do!) The courgette grew and changed into a
fairytale carriage, the mice grew enormously and became four
prancing grey stallions complete with all the regalia that
befits a princess. Finally the cat and the dog metamorphosed
into a coachman and a footman. The Fairy Godmother dusted
her hands and turned to Fridayella with the look of a
skilled craftsman pleased with a difficult job well done.
"Well I'm glad to see I haven't lost my touch. In you get
dear and have a wonderful time at the ball."

"Haven't you forgotten something?"

"Well I don't think you'll need birth-control on a first
date, if you feel the urge just give him a blow job or
something."

"I was thinking more on the lines of a dress, rather than
the joys of a one-night stand."

The Fairy Godmother laughed, "Sorry dear. Hmmm not much to
work with is there? Never mind I'm sure we can think of
something." With that she waved her wand and Fridayella was
enveloped in a cloud of tinkling stardust. It tickled her
and also made her squirm as it insinuated itself into all
her secret places. The Fairy Godmother coughed pointedly. If
a cloud of stardust could be said to look sheepish, then
this cloud of stardust looked sheepish. Finally it faded
away and Fridayella was left wearing a totally magnificent
ball gown.

Words cannot begin adequately to describe the ethereal
quality of the material, the form-fitting, strapless bodice;
the dress sparkled and so did Fridayella. "Just one thing my
dear you have only until midnight, on the stroke of twelve
all of this," She waved her wand in an expansive gesture.
"Will return to its original form. Which, in the case of
your dress, is rather more revealing than you would wish."

Friday blushed. "Thank you. I'll remember." She entered her
carriage and then she was off in a clatter of hooves.

Her entrance into the ballroom was all that one could wish
for. Since she was the last to arrive all eyes were upon her
and the gasp of envy from the assembled females was wholly
satisfactory. Being the sweet-natured person that she was,
she only gloated a little however.

["You look totally stunning."]

["Why thank you kind sir."]

["Here comes the Prince …"]

The Prince approached Fridayella and begged her for the
first dance. Fridayella melted into his arms and the two of
them danced on air, oblivious to the jealous gaze of several
hundred eligible females. One dance became two and then
three and eventually it became obvious to all but the
stoniest observer that the Prince was smitten. Unfortunately
the charming Prince's company made Fridayella lose all track
of the time, the sound of the clock striking made Fridayella
look out at the clock tower and to her horror she could see
that the clock was striking midnight. Already she could feel
the fabric of the dress becoming even more ethereal!

Gasping an anguished apology Fridayella ran from the
ballroom and out of the palace, as the twelfth and final
chime rang out Friday's dress vanished to be replaced by the
chastity belt. Realising that she couldn't run with the
dildo inside her she pulled the belt off and ran into the
gardens that surrounded the palace. From her vantage point
in the bushes, Fridayella could see the Prince running after
her, as he reached the place where the dildo had been
dropped he stopped and picked it up.

Friday's trip back to her house was made easier by the fact
that everyone else was at the ball so with virtually no one
to see her apart from the odd burglar she managed to get
back home and into bed with no trouble at all.

The next day the country was alight with the news of the
Prince's hot date. Later a proclamation was circulated. The
Prince would be visiting every eligible girl throughout the
kingdom to discover the identity of the mysterious girl.
News of the type of identity test was soon the talk of the
land. The Prince had a dildo that had been magically altered
so that it would fit only the last girl that had been
wearing it, every girl had to attempt to insert it; the one
whom it fitted would be the one to whom the Prince would
declare his undying love.

The Ugly Sisters were beside themselves with glee and spent
the next few days impaling themselves on ever-larger
vegetables in an effort to ensure that the magic dildo would
fit them. Fridayella was left largely untormented as they
discovered that it was a lot more fun to impale each other.
And so for the next week Fridayella's life was almost
idyllic and her days were spent in an endless daydream as
she relived every minute of the time that she spent in the
Prince's arms. The only thing spoiling it was the continual
screaming coming from the Ugly Sisters' bedroom as they
attempted to envelop yet another enormous vegetable.

["Don't you just love it when a plan comes together?"]

["Forgive me if I'm not as ecstatic as you seem to be."]

["Look at it from my point of view; the bad girls are
hurting each other, a gorgeous girl is running around naked
and an entire countryful of women is attempting to insert a
magic dildo in an effort to win the hand of a Prince. Life
doesn't get much better than that!"]

The sound of a Herald banging on the front door sent
Fridayella for her sack-dress that was hanging on a nail by
the Kitchen door. Out of breath from her rush, Fridayella
opened the door to see the Herald and behind him the Prince.
The Herald was holding a cushion in one hand and on the
cushion nestled the dildo that Fridayella had been wearing
on that fateful night. The Herald started his proclamation
in a voice that was the very epitome of boredom.

"The Prince doth request and require that all eligible
females that do claim to be his one true love shall prove
that they are indeed so by wearing this magically enhanced
dildo."

The Herald had hardly finished gabbling off the proclamation
when Fridayella was pushed aside by the Ugly Sisters. As
they argued amongst themselves the Prince and Fridayella saw
each other for the first time since that fateful night. The
sounds of the squabbling girls faded into the background as
the Prince and his True Love stared at each other. Only the
screams of frustration as each of the Ugly Sisters
discovered that the dildo would not fit however hard they
pushed and shoved eventually caused them to break their
adoration of each other.

The Herald retrieved the dildo and fastidiously cleaned it
with a Magic Wet Wipe™. The Prince looked apologetic.

"I'm afraid that you will have to try it."

"Of course it is mine after all."

Fridayella threw off her sack dress and oblivious to the
lustful stares of all but the Prince she took the dildo and
gently replaced it where it had nestled for all that time
previously. The Ugly Sisters screamed their frustration. The
Prince sent the Herald off to announce that the Prince had
found his True Love and that the Wedding would take place as
soon as the Honeymoon was over.

"Isn't that the wrong way round my love?"

"Not from where I'm standing." Said the Prince as he carried
her away from the house where she had been tormented for so
long to another place where the torment would be of another
kind, though much more fun for both of them.

And so gentle reader the tale is told and I am done.

-Fin-

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