Not so long ago, in a city not so far away there lived a young millennial named Synderella. When Synderella was a young girl, her mother was killed on her way home from work. Her father was stricken with terrible grief, but he found comfort in a new woman. He only waited three months after his wife died to remarry to this new woman.

Synderella now had a new stepmother, who brought along two stepsisters for Synderella. She thought that this would open a new, happy chapter in her life, and it did at first. This relationship with her stepmother and stepsisters was soon reduced to ignorant hatred when Synderella came out as a lesbian. Her family now forces her to maintain the house, do their laundry, and detail their cars. Years had passed and Synderella was continuously mistreated by her stepsisters, the stepmother encouraged this behavior, and her father wasn’t man enough to speak up to his wife.

One day she was cleaning, and one of her stepsister's phones flashed, and Synderella, being the curious girl she was, checked the phone, and on it was a tweet announcing that her favorite actress Taylor Bagel was opening a dance club in Manhattan. She begged her stepmother to let her go to the opening of this new club. The stepmother told her, “Umm... No.”Synderella went to her father in hopes that he would overrule her stepmother and let her go anyway. She begged her father to let her go enjoy herself outside of her hell of a home. He looked upon his only daughter and pondered, he then said “Ask your mother.”

Synderella was determined to make her own choice for once in her life. So on the night of the opening of the club, she snuck out, while her family went to Olive Garden for soup, salad, and unlimited breadsticks. She  put on a Sherri Hill dress and  a pair of Adam Tuckers. She arrived at the club in a golden Yellow Cab.