Stepsister Princess

No! Cut this piece here! No! Not there! Why didn't you cut it right? says Princess StepSister's hyper-ventilated syndrome, jonesing for her next pork chop. I would have finished but you bellowed me away in your Ugly StepSister voice demanding from open refrigerator door that collard greens must stop evaporating behind your eyes. Ugly StepSister? Did you just call me a StepSister? I'm just saying you think you're a Whatever Princess but you don't act like one because, as you know, princesses are always kind and say please and thank you and not whatever, and seldom if ever bark and bite at the hands created to lovingly feed them for the next several years; while Ugly StepSisters act like whatever bullies, talk like ballistic assault weapons. Which is why Cinderellas are selected to dance with Prince Charmings, and thereby become kind Princesses, rather than stuck in Ugly StepSister roles and rules, harping at Prince Charming Dads to cut their pork chops faster, and better, and now, if not yesterday. Oh... Would you cut my pork please, in smaller pieces, and not take your usual gimpy time, thank you? Why of course my Princess, I love to live your Prince Clumsy.