This story is not one of your childhood fairytales.

Sure, it has all the components of that type of story – girls, guys, fairies and other magical creatures, evil witches scattered throughout the mix, etcetera, etcetera. No, this is not one of those stories.

This is not a story where the men are going to come to save the "damsel in distress" and where this so-called "damsel," (or, in this case, damsels) is in distress in the first place, where the witches are mean and ugly old hags, and where the magical creature(s) look like pink sugarplums who were playing around in an adolescent girl's makeup drawer before making their entrance into the story. No, in this story, you can throw all that – for lack of a better word – logic out the window. I just thought I would tell you that straight up, you know, so you did not expect everything to go without a hitch, and the heroines and heroes to ride off into the sunset in the end of it all.

So, with that out of the way and without further ado, please sit back, relax, and enjoy this play on the stereotypically-correct lives of six fairytale characters and the stereotypically-incorrect lives of six normal girls – because this story is not going to be one of those tales that starts with "once upon a time" and ends with "and they all lived happily ever after."

Not in the slightest.