Suddenly there was a flash of light, and in front of Cinderella stood a man dressed in loose-fitting,
all-cotton clothes and wearing a wide-brimmed hat.
At first Cinderella thought he was a Southern Lawyer or a bandleader, but he soon put her straight.
"Hello, Cinderella, I am you fairy godperson, or individual deity proxy, if you prefer. So, you want go to the ball, eh? And bind yourself in the male concept of beauty? Squeeze into some tight-fitting dress that will cut off your circulation? Jam your feet into high-heeled shoes that will ruin your bone structure? Pain your face with chemicals and make-up that have been tested on nonhuman animals?"
"Oh yes, definitely," she said in an instant.
Her fairy godperson heaved a great sigh and decided to put off her political education till another day. With his magic, he enveloped her in a beautiful, bright light and whisker her away to the palace.

"A short Cinderella story" by James Finn Garner