Ashes, ashes, ashes and soot, the girl would sit in the cinders and loose himself. Her eyes welled up in tears, remembering what her stepmother had always said. "A strong boy like you shouldn't be prancing around in dresses." She would always say. "Get to work, or its to the cinders and ashes with you!" The girl wished she could change, become what she was meant to be. Not that it mattered, she was stuck in this wrong body, and stuck in the basement covered in her namesake. Covered in cinders. She blew out the firelight of the candle and crawled into bed. --- Transgender Cinderella????????? COMPLETED AND CURRENTLY BEING EDITED AND PARTIALLY REWRITTEN CAUSE IT WAS WRITTEN IN LESS THAN TWO WEEKS OH NO-