Confessions of a gay disney prince wattpad word count

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Everyone surely knows of Cinderella. A maiden stuck in an abusive household and forced to be a servant to her wicked stepmother and cruel stepsisters, who by the magic of her fairy godmother was able to go to the ball and dance with Prince Charming. You know that story, right?

Once the story ended, all its characters were forced to relive the story from the very beginning, their lives bound by the rules of the fairy tale, going on forever, and ever… and one of those unfortunate characters stuck in this endless cycle… was me. The story just went on, and on, and on, in the same cycle, over and over Look, Cinderella was a beautiful girl, but after a thousand repeats of this life, I stopped finding her as attractive as I did the first few times I met her.

Not just that, there just didn't seem to be any land beyond the kingdom I felt trapped, and it was suffocating me in a way I never felt before. As I danced with Cinderella once more, I began to dream of a day I could get out of this wretched story, and find out who I really was behind my lackluster role as a charming prince.

James always liked the story of Prince Charming and Cinderella growing up. Considering it was the first Disney film he remembered watching as a kid, the tale of someone finding their rightful place and rising above cruelty was endearing to him. That and he was gay, no matter the portrayal, James always loved the idea of having a prince charming of his very own.

Who wouldn't be drawn to that? Now that he was 26, a maths teacher who struggled to make ends meet, the problems he wanted to be sorted magically were vastly different. While James was on a trip to Oxford for the weekend, visiting some of his family. They explored the city, looking around and doing whatever shopping they needed, and planned to meet later in the evening for dinner.

As he wandered around the large campus of the University of Oxford, a twinkle of curiosity flickered in his eye as he found himself near the Bodleian Library, one of the oldest libraries in the world. Entering through the doors, James got to browsing the shelves of old books, not really touching them, just looking.

As James opened the old, small leatherbound book, he marveled at the beautiful illustrations, feeling immersed in the beautiful world of the fairy tale. It felt like hours passed when he eventually reached the scene of the ball, and just as he turned the page, there I stood, yawning as the girls of the kingdom presented themselves.

Yet, as I looked up to the ceiling of the castle, by some strange magic, I could see James smiling as he looked at me, admiring how handsome I looked.

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Startled, I stood back, and shouted. Almost dropping the book by surprise, he peered down at the page as I spoke. Are you talking to me? Am I being pranked or something? What can I do? You're him, right?