Cinderella Cyanide

Cindy was a rather tall young woman, edging ever scarily over the six foot bar with no end in sight. It was the sort of impairment to a natural social life that no teen-aged girl should ever have to suffer through; unless they had either the money or beauty to go from awkward and end up at super model.

Cindy had neither.

What she did have was a rather avid fantasy life, submerging her woes in a world of fairy-tale. There she was simply an abused waif, forced to serve her wicked step relatives, waiting for her chance at that one magical moment of ballroom dancing and glass slippage.

In reality, she was an only child whose parents were annoyingly in love.

Always toward the end of her fantasy, her prince would bend on one knee and lay an enchanting kiss on the top of her foot, before sealing the deal with her discarded footwear. It was the sort of silly little affectation that made the fantasy hers and hers alone. It was also damn embarrassing and only her best friend and constant tormentor, Rachael, knew anything about it.

Until...

*Ahem* A story I started working on last night and this is the sketch that the idea spawned. We'll just have to see if it becomes anything more then an idea.