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"Madam, look! I've got an invitation for the dance at the palace!" Cindy enthusiastically called out, showing the precious document.

Her stepmother took the card out of the girls' hand and threw a look at it, then tore it to pieces. With an awkward expression on her face she said in a harsh voice: "Impossible for you to accept, you would never be ready in time by the chores you have to do and afterwards you would anyway be too tired to to go."

"But madam, I could do them beforehand or the day after."

"No arguing girl! I've said no and that's that."

Disappointed Cindy left the room.

Her mother had died when Cindy had been a little child and some time later her father, a count,  had married a widow with two daughters. At the age of fourteen Cindy had lost her father too who didn't survive an accident and she had to live with her stepmother and stepsisters.

As soon as her father had been buried the stepmother had turned into a bitch which had totally changed Cindy's life. From that moment on she was treated like a servant girl or, more matching, a slave. No school, no friends, no parties, no nice clothes anymore. She had to work all day, every morning beginning in the kitchen at 6 o'clockand the remainder of the day cleaning the rooms, mopping up and scrubbing the corridors, making the beds, cleaning the bathrooms, do the washing (in a tub) and ironing, working in the garden and so on.

"I cannot afford to pay more personnel, so we have to give Carl and Rosa a hand."

Carl was the old male servant and Rosa the old cook, both over  seventy years of age. However, Cindy's stepmother didn't do anything herself. Her daughters, Vicky and Nikki, hardly more. Most of the time they were lazy hanging around, listening to pop music, looking TV and eating too many chocolates and cookies. No wonder that they had developed stout bodies. Vicky was 21 now, Nikki 20 and Cindy 18.

"Cindy, you have to help us tomorrow night with our hair and make-up before we go to the palace," Vicky told her stepsister, "And today you must adjust our evening gowns, they don't fit us anymore and mom says she has no money to buy new ones."

Cindy had to make the dresses shorter to obtain materials for letting them out. When she showed the result of her efforts to the girls they got angry and scolded her although Cindy explained that this had been the only possible solution.

The next morning Vicky and Nikki rushed upset into her mothers' bedroom.

"Mom, look what Cindy has done to us! I caught a cold and Nikki has burnt her hands and arms!" Vicky complained.

"Relax, dear, tell me how it did happen."

"She brought us two kettles of water, one ice cold and the other scalding hot!"

"Go and bring her to me."

"Madam, I brought cold and hot water with the intention that they should mix it to obtain the right temperature."

The castle was not equipped with a boiler nor with a shower as the countess had no money to have installed those bathroom facilities.

"Did you tell them that?"

"No madam, I thought them to to know that. Maybe the water was somewhat hotter than usual."

"She lies, mom, she did it purposely to obstruct our visiting the palace tonight. She should be punished!" Vicky shouted.

"You are right, dear. You are a nasty girl, Cindy and you deserve a spanking. Nikki, go and find a ruler."

To Cindy the countess said: "Bend forward girl, with your head to your knees."   
Cindy knew that pleading for mercy would make things worse, so she obeyed meekly. Her stepmother raised Cindy's skirt by the hem and folded it over her back. She pulled down her panties and told the girl to step out of them.

"Now spread your legs and grab your ankles with your hands."

Cindy was ready to receive a spanking, her slender legs and round buttocks showed up in front of the three women. Nikki had returned with a ruler.

"Five slaps from each of us," the countess said and she dealt the first. Cindy winced, tried not to cry. But after the third she couldn't restrain herself any more, she shrieked while tears were flowing. Red welts were building up on her buttocks and thighs. Nikki gave the next five. Cindy's long black locks were braided and coiled around her head but  the consternation brought about by the spanking had caused the pins and crunchies to loosen. Her luscious mane was spread out on the floor in front of the poor girl.

While Vicky was dealing the last five whacks she said to her mother: "Mom, look, her hair is touching the floor, the slut is in need of a haircut, I think."

"My goodness, I had no idea that it would have that length. Pfui, what a mess!  Certainly we have to do something about it. You and Nikki, take her to the bathroom as soon as you have finished her punishment and give her a proper haircut."

With a mischievous smile the two girls each grabbed an arm of their sobbing stepsister and dragged her with them.

"You won't be able to  sit today,"Vicky said, grinning like a Cheshire cat, "So kneel down!"

Meekly Cindy obeyed and submitted to her fate. While Vicky tied Cindy's wrists behind her back, Nikki was binding her ankles together, making the girl fully helpless.

"Please, don't cut off too much," she begged their stepsisters,  the tears still running across her cheeks. "Tell me what I can do for you and I'll do it."

"You cannot do anything for us, the only thing you do is messing all up. You spoiled our dresses, you layabout! You have heard what mom said, a proper haircut and that's what you'll get."

With those words Vicky grabbed a pair of scissors and gave Nikki one too. Each grasped a strand of the long black hair on either side of her head and cut it near to the scalp. At random they continued chopping off lock after lock until only short uneven wisps remained on he poor girls' head. Tears trickled down her cheeks while she realized that most of her luscious mane was lying on the floor.

"Oh my, that's short!" Vicky exclaimed, "We have to stop; I hope that mom will not be angry."

"Oh, come on!" Nikki laughed. "Isn't it a nice hairdo for tonight in case she manages to go to the palace?"

They untied Cindy and told her to clean up the floor. Crying she gathered her severed locks.

"Mom, I'm afraid we have cut her hair somewhat too short," Vicky told her mother.

"Well, that's fine," she smiled, "that bush on her head needed to be thoroughly pruned. Send her to me, I want to see how she looks like."

Cindy had given the hair of her stepsisters a shampoo and toweled it. After combing out the damp hair she started to wrap strands of Vicky's hair around rollers and then applied the perm solution, then continued the same procedure on the hair of Nikki. Both scolded Cindy for being too rough and pulling too hard  though the girl proceeded with caution. Both girls had thin blonde hair that was hanging down, limp, straight and without phantasy at shoulderlength.

Of course the girls were not satisfied wih the result of the perming though they had curls now.

"It's too curly, stupid!" Vicky cried.

"I'll have to comb and style your hair," Cindy said, "relax."

Considering that Cindy was no professional stylist the result was acceptable, only not watching their round faces, in fact just accentuating them.

Cindy applied the make-up, foundation, blusher, eyeshadow and eyeliner while her stepsisters cursed and told her to make haste. They appled lipstick themselves and then their mother, who had called them several times already, took them to her car and  rode towards the palace.

Cindy was busy cleaning up when she heard the doorbell chime. Opening the door she discovered a woman, unknown to her.

"I'm your lucky guide," she said as introduction, "Everyone here knows you get a bad treatment by your stepmother and you deserve a good night out. I'll take care that  you can attend the party at the palace."

"Look at me," Cindy said sadly, "How could I go there looking like a scarecrow."

"Trust me, I'll change you, I've everything you need in this trunk."

She opened it and showed the surprised girl fine silk underwear, sheer nylon stockings, beautiful pumps and a wonderful eveningdress. Pearl necklace, golden ring with a diamond, golden earhoops. And a short black wig, chilibowl shaped.

"Put them on," the woman said.

Cindy took off her shabby clothes and did what the woman had told her. Everything fitted perfectly but her benefactress said: "I have to make one adaptation, your nape should be shaved if you don't mind."

"Not at all," Cindy answered, "My hair is a mess anyway."

The woman smiled and produced a pair of cordless clippers. She shaved Cindy's nape, leaving only vey short black stubble.

"Now you only need a light make-up and that's all."

She applied it and ushered the girl to a mirror.

"Well, what do you say?"

"Woa! I can't believe that it's me! I look like a model," Cindy exclaimed enthusiastically. She turned from right to left to admire her image.

"I've my car outside. Let's go, I'll drive you to the palace."

"I don't know how to thank you," Cindy said but the woman answered: "Don't mention it, you deserve this."

When they arrived at the palace she said to Cidy: "Have a good time and enjoy yourself. I'll be back at 12 o'clock to pick you up and I expect you to be in time at this place outside the palace."

When Cindy made her way through the immense hall everyone made place for her. Most of those present didn't know her and the few who did didn't recognize the glamourous girl as the shabby stepdaughter of the countess. All admired her beauty while the murmurs went around: "Who is that girl?"

Even Prince Richard was deeply affected at the view of this gorgeous girl, looking so fresh and innocent unlike most of the tarted up women who usually surrounded him. He asked Cindy to dance with him and she accepted his invitation with pleasure but surprised that he chose her, a nonentity.

Many of the guests sighed: "such a lovely couple."

They danced and danced, Cindy flaoted and twirled, giddy with happiness. She forgot every notion of time but suddenly she heard a clock chime. Startled she realized that it was 12 o'clock! 

"I'm sorry but I have to go." She made a curtsey to the prince , turned and headed for the exit. To be able to run faster she took off her shoes and descended the stairs of the palace. She nearly stumbled and dropped one shoe but didn't stop to pick it up. Fortunately she noticed that the car still was waiting.

Out of breath Cindy jumped inside: "I'm sorry that I'm so late."

Her benefactress smiled: "Needless to ask if you have enjoyed yourself."

"Oh, it has been wonderful! The prince invitated me to dance with him, time after time. I'm so happy, only a pity that it will never happen again."

"You will never know, honey, life has sometimes something in store that you wouldn't expext."

When the car pulled up at the dilapidated castle Cindy said: "I'll quickly change and return you the jewels, the wig and clothes."

"No, keep them, they are yours."

"Thousand time thanks for all you have done to provide me with such an incredible night."

"It's okay, Cindy, take care of yourself," the woman smiled and drove off.

Cindy went to bed but it lasted some time before she fell asleep, her mind still full of the events of that night.

A few minutes past six o'clock the next morning Cindy rushed to the kitchen. Rosa looked up: "Good gracious! What happened to your hair?"

"I got a haircut," Cindy answered phlegmatically.

"Those two bitches did it, didn't they? Such a shame!"

"In madams' view I had to be punished though I did nothing wrong in my opinion."

"Of course not, they are always turning the truth."

"I don't care, Rosa. I got accustomed to it that I cannot do any good."

Cindy thought about last night but she didn't say anything.

"Well, the ladies went to bed late in the night and they should not be awakened before one o'clock, so you needn't bring them breakfest. Perhaps you might help Carl upstairs."

Prince Richard had been astonished when his dance partner suddenly had disappeared. He asked if anyone knew her for he wanted to find her back. No one could give him the answer. A servant had found the shoe and brought it to the prince. This might be an identifying mark. He told his adjutant: "Take the shoe and check the list of invitations for the party. Visit the adresses with youg ladies and ask them if they are missing a shoe. To be shure check if this shoe fits."

"How did you go along yesterday night?" Cindy asked  when Vicky left her room yawning.

"It was a wonderful party," Vicky answered, "the prince has danced with me."

This wasn't true, no one had asked her nor her sister and the whole night they had acted as wallflowers.

Cindy's stepmother joined the girl.

"It was a tremendous gala night, Cindy. Pity that you couldn't come with us but with your hairdo you should have been out of order anyway."

Nikki entered the room and got the backside of Cindy in view. She started to laugh.

"Hey, who shaved the back of your head?" she exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" her mother asked.

"Look, from her nape to her occipital bone," she pointed.

"Turn around," the stepmother ordered and scrutinized the shorn area. "Didn't you like the haircut my girls gave you? Well, that can be solved easily. Make the remaining hair match the back, girls."

They took Cindywith them to the bathroom, cut the remaining hair very short with scissors and spread shaving gel across her scalp. With safety razors they shaved her bald. The sisters laughed and let Cindy look at her image.

"Do you like your new appearance? We have changed your head into a nice smooth cueball."

Cindy remained stoical and said nothing but she concluded that she looked better than before, yes even cute. She raised one hand and rubbed the skin of her head.

"Mmmm, feels good," she smiled to the annoyance of Vicky and Nikki.

The nextday the adjutant to the prince arrived at the castle. Up til now his research hadn't yield any results. Yes, the shoe did fit the feet of some of the girls but they were not able to show the missing one.

Vicky and Nikki tried it on but didn't succeed: theit feet were to large.

"Excuse me, countess, isn't your stepdaughter living here too."

"Yes, but she couldn't attend the party as she was ill. No use to ask her."

Just at that moment there was a knock at the door and Cindy came in.

"I have a visitor, Cindy," the countess said.

"I'm sorry, madam," she already was retiring.

"Wait a minute," the ajutant intervened, "Is she your stepdaughter? What happened to her?"

He was amazed, he remembered her as a girl with long black tresses.

"She had headlice, so we had to shave off her hair," the countess lied.

Suddenly in the mind of the adjutant appeared in a split second the image of a beautiful girl with chilibowlcut.  That made him suspicious, he scented foul play.

"Headlice......hmmm. Tell me , young ladies, how is your relation with your stepsister?" he asked Nickki and Vicky.

"Perfect, we are very close," Vicky answered.

"Really? Do you know that headlice easily migrate from one head to another? When one member of a family has them the others probably have been infected too."

Srartled the girls didn't know how to answer but their mother intervened: "That's nothing of your business. I'll handle that."

"As you wish, countess, I only wanted to warn you."

He asked Cindy to put on the shoe. As usual she was barefooted indoors and of course the shoe fitted perfectly. Cindy didn't say that the other one was located in her room. But for the adjutant there was enough evidence to assume that he had found the right girl, even though she stated that she hadn't been at the palace. He meant to understand her reasons.

Though the countess protested he escorted her to the palace

Nikki entered the salon of her mother; "Mom, look what I found in Cindy's room."

The countess grew pale:"I can't believe it!"

She looked intently at the shoe, the black wig and the evening gown in the hands of her daughter.

"That girl dancing with the prince.......Cindy?"

But there couldn't be any doubt and the countess had to concider the consequences.

She told her daughters: "Come on, girls, this means that Cindy won't be back in short time. Her tasks have to be taken over by you."

"Oh no, mom, we don't know how to do that, we've never done it."

"Rosa and Carl will tell you,"' she said in a stern voice, "And I don't want to hear any objections."

The arrival of the adjudant with Cindy in tatty clothes, baldheaded and barefooted, caused a lot of sensation. Prince Richard was dumbfounded when the girl was brought in to him. He hardly recognized her.

"What on earth happened to you?"

Cindy told him about her life since the death of her father without charging anybody.

"It wasn't anybody's fault, just bad luck and fate," she said, "My stepmother decided that I should be punished and gave me a spanking and cut off my hair."

"For what? Did you do something wrong?"

"I brought my stepsisters a kettle with hot and one with cold water but forgot to say that they should mix to get the wanted temperature. So one caught a cold and the other burnt herself."

"Such blockheads!" He paused a moment and scrutinized the girl. "Even without hair you're gorgious. Shall I take care to get you a wig?"

"No thank you, your highness, it is easy as it is now and my hair will grow again."

"Well, as you like. Listen, countess, do you allow me to call you Cindy?"

"Of course, your highness."

"Cindy.......what would you say when I ask you to marry me?"

The question overwhelmed  her.

"Your highness!.....I..I don't know what to say!.....We..we hardly know each other and...and I'm as poor as a rat."

The prince made throw-away gesture: "I can get everything I want, I don't care about money. But you I can't buy, you have to decide yourself. We danced together one night and I immediately fell in love with you. We will have time enough to learn to know each other better."

He laughed: "If you want I'll make you my princess, little countess. But it needs some time, I have to introduce you to my parents, the king and queen. Then our engagement must be prepared and made public. And at last the wedding ceremony. In the meantime I'll give you a special position at the court, you get your own apartment in the palace and you should select three young girls as your maids of honour. They can be found among the daughters of dignitaries to the court. But first of all you should be given proper clothing. My adjutant will see to that."

The adjutant told the prince about his visit to the castle. When he mentioned the headlice story the prince said: "You let those blockheads rightly walk into a trap. You know what? Let us offer those two good-for-nothings a position at the court. They should be taught a lesson. And let their mother know that I have the intention to marry her stepdaughter."

The countess and her daughters gleefully accepted the invitation. Not so pleased the countess was hearing about the prince's plan to marry Cindy. However, on further consideration, she realized that the marriage would make her the mother of a future queen and mother in law of a future king.

Vicky and Nikki didn't have any suspicion about the unpleasant surprise who was in store for them. They hadn't had any training, so they had to start at the lowest level: Vicky as kitchen help and Nikki as maidservant. They got to wear black cotton dresses, black stockings and shoes and a white apron. But first they were examined about the presence of lice owing to the pronouncement of their mother. No lice were found, as could be expected, but the palace nurse told them that to be sure it would be better to shave their heads by order of the prince. Meekly the girls accepted the verdict. The court barber was called and his clippers made short work of the shoulderlength hair, Vicky first, then Nikki. Then he lathered and shaved their heads to the bone. When seeing each other they burst into laughter.

Within a short time the girls changed. Probably due to the new environment, the separation from their dominant mother, the new way of life which compelled them to work all day and the low-calorie diet. With their body fat decreasing their bodies got normal shapes and in a way the became attractive, to men too. I essence they were not that malignant, out of the bad influence of their mother. They apologized  for their bad behaviour to Cindy and asked her to forgive them.

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Richard had informed his parents, so they didn't show any surprise when Cindy was introduced to them. Besides the news had spread inside and outside the palace and people already spoke about the bald girl as the bald princess.

Cindy had chosen three girls as her maids of honour. Amanda with wavy chestnutbrown hair and darkbrown eyes was the oldest being 21. The blonde Jessica the youngest, nearly 17 and Melanie with raven black straight hair 18.

Queen Mary apoke with the four girls about the engagement festivities. Cindy refused to wear a wig.

"My stepmother is responsible for the shaving of my head and I'm not going to hide it. Besides eveybody knows that I'm bald and wants to see me just as I look now."

"I understand and I respect your point of view," the queen stated, "but how about your maids of honour? Their appearances should be in accordance with that of the intended bride."

Startled the other three girls looked at each other, then at the queen without saying a word.

"Take your time, you needn't decide yet," the queen told them, "Give it a thought."

Together with Cindy they discussed the subject raised by the queen. Melanie was strongly against the proposal, Jessica didn't care much.

Amanda said: "I don't like it at all but I think we have to do it or quit. And that I don't like either. So I'll think I'll sacrifice my hair."

She and Jessica looked at Melanie: "Do we stick together?"

"I've to talk to my parents first."

"Of course, we too.But if you refuse, Cindy has to select someone else."

Melanie pondered: "I've to think."

Cindy told her: "Don't forget, Melanie, that I've chosen you as my maid of honour. Honour means something."

Melanie understood. It would be cowardly to chicken out.

The next day they got together again. Melanie had held a serious conversation with her parents and she said: ''You may call the barber."

The barber gasped when Cindy told him what she expected him to do. However, he was a professional and carried out his task matter-of-factly. Soon the wavy chestnutbrown tresses of Amanda, the blonde curls of Jessica and the straight jetblack hair of Melanie were lying on the floor.

At lunchtime all members ot the court aghast looked up when the saw four bald girls enter.

The engagement of prince Richard with countess Cindy was announced and Cindy got the title and name  princess Cynthia. A reception, a tour through the city in an open coach and a royal dinner were the ingredients of that day.

When the day of their marriage approached the heads of the four girls were covered by spiky hair of more than one inch length.

"We look like porcupines," princess Cynthia stated, "Our heads should get freshly shaved."

And so she set an example to a lot of girls who followed her lead.

The end.

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