Bow Hothoof had always been one for practicality. He had always tried to avoid stuffy clothes, knowing that they could affect his potential chances of getting anywhere, or even more impact his ability to do things at times. As he roamed about outdoors, trying to find rubbish and detritus to clear up and put in the bin, he suddenly noticed two giant blobs flying towards the house. One changed course and flew into him, whilst the other went indoors.
"Hey, that was weird," Bow groaned, as he walked over to the door. "Hey, Wind, you OK?"
"I think so!" she replied.
Bow, satisfied with her response, turned around and resumed his great search. When his attention was suddenly drawn downstairs. He had never been one for posh shoes and clunky boots, and as such was rather surprised when he saw his yellow shoes, hard built and designed for a hard day's work, had turned black. Not only that, the laces had turned black as well, and the gradient of the heel had shifted ever so slightly, giving him a slightly different gait.
He rubbed his eyes in confusion and looked down to see if he was seeing things. Alas he was not. "OK, this is pretty bizarre, and WOW THOSE ARE TIGHT!"
His dark blue slacks had turned a strange charcoal color, and not only that had tightened considerably onto his legs. What appeared to be chalk lines ran down them to the bottom of the leg, which was now a lot smaller around him.
His favorite white shirt soon lost its blue piping and began to grow taller, the collar rising higher and higher until it was around his collarbones. Another collar rose out of that, and ascended until it was like a shirt worn with a business suit. The collar then closed around his neck, the button doing itself up, and then a silk tie appeared, doing itself into a knot and rolling down his front underneath his jacket.
As his shirt had grown, his jacket had shrunk. It had changed from green to a white color, shrinking down and losing its collar and sleeves very rapidly. Buttons appeared all over it as it changed, with four of them being done up to hold it in place as a waistcoat. A stupidly posh waistcoat.
His gloves vanished as a long black jacket with tails materialised atop his existing clothes, and his head was soon adorned with a top hat that made him look rather odd. He glanced down over his clothes in confusion and surprise, albeit no delay. "What in the world? Why do I look like I'm going to the races?"
The peace and quiet was suddenly shattered by a series of nearby noises. The most prominent of those noises was a scream. Not a scream of terror, mind you, but of utter delight and extreme happiness. The next sound to follow was the pattering of heels from indoors. This was strange, as his wife was the only person indoors and she normally didn't wear heels.
So imagine his surprise when Windy Whistles suddenly burst out of the door, wearing an absolutely spectacular dress every color of the rainbow, skirts swirling and spilling everywhere. She quickly pulled him into a hug.
"YAY! WE LOOK LIKE A PRINCE AND PRINCESS!" she cried, as usual showing little regard for appropriate volume given the circumstances.
Bow returned the hug. True, Windy was always ridiculously upbeat and peppy, but today her joy seemed to have rocketed to stratospheric levels not seen since she had been pregnant with their daughter. Not to mention, he had to admit she looked absolutely adorable in that dress. "You seem happy. I didn't think it was possible for you to be even more beautiful than you always are, but that dress really suits you!"
"Thank you!" Windy exclaimed as she broke the hug. "I'm just so happy right now! This dress is amazing!" She did a series of twirls, her inner child having temporarily taken control of her."
"So, how did this happen?" Bow asked.
Windy grinned, her face still the image of jolliness. "Oh, it was so amazing! I was just going about my normal business and then it happened!!"
A few minutes earlier.....
Windy Whistles hummed softly as she dusted around the house. She smiled as a picture on the mantelpiece got her attention. It was a family photo of all three of them, and Rainbow was looking the most adorable in a fluffy pink dress as she pouted angrily. Windy herself was dressed in a similar pink gown, and Bow in a fancy tux, although he seemed to be slightly uncomfortable in it.
She sighed wistfully. Those were such fun days.
Just then, her phone rang. She picked it up and answered it.
"Heya Rainbow," Windy said cheerfully. "How are you, sweetie?"
"Uh hi mom," Rainbow replied. "Say, you haven't seen any colorful blobs flying around, have you?"
"Colorful blobs? I'm afraid not, honey."
"Oh okay then. If you do see one, make sure to stay out of it's way."
At, that exact moment, a blob flew in from the window. Windy stared at it in silence.
"I..... I think I just saw a colorful blob in the house," said Windy, shakily.
Rainbow Dash groaned. "Hang in there mom, I'll be there soon."
Windy Whistles knew that flying blobs weren't normal, at least where she was from. Then again, she had grown up in a city miles from here, where strange and wonderful things happened almost on a daily basis, so who was she to complain about what was and was not possible? She looked about for a source of the light, but alas could find none.
"Oh well. Probably just a trick of the mind."
"Hey, Wind, you OK?" she heard her husband call.
"I think so!" she replied. She certainly hoped everything was normal. That loud scream she had heard was certainly far from normal. She stepped into her living room to check something else when the lights started up again.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Rainbow energy emerged into the sky, and began to dance and swirl around her. Lights twirled, and the energy began to coalesce into large waves that flowed and ran in great circles all around Windy, but mainly from her hips downwards. "Well, this looks pretty cool!"
As she glanced down, her pink pants began to shift. The legs suddenly tore open from top to bottom as if somebody had run a knife down them, the legs flapping in the wind produced by the whirling energies. The legs then suddenly stabilized in place as they had previously swung back and forth, and with the sound of a loud sewing device were suddenly stitched back together, albeit as a hobble skirt.
Windy groaned as she tried to shuffle forward. "Walking in this is next to impossible!"
Luckily for her, the skirt widened to reduce the strain on her legs, and then grew longer, flowing over her ankles and touching the floor very quickly indeed.
The whirling energies became much more certain in color, and with a blinding flash suddenly vanished into the ether as the skirt she had on started growing wider under its own power. When the light had cleared, Windy's eyes widened in wonder. Where the light had formally been, she was now wearing a very big, very wide A frame skirt. The frame swayed gently when she touched it, the many, many layers of skirts swaying and rustling as it did so.
It took very little for Windy's inner child to be switched back on, and this was one of those things that had that effect. She whooped for joy as she looked down, suddenly being taken right back to her princess phase when she was a little girl.
Her jacket vanished into nothingness, followed by the sleeves of her shirt beginning to shrink. Her shoulders also melted as the sleeves pulled backwards up her arms, fabric fading into nothingness as the shirt dropped down to her breasts, and ran round the back, leaving her shoulders and arms completely exposed. The fabric lost from both garments was suddenly sprinkled throughout the skirt, which turned every color of the rainbow in its external colouring.
Windy was absolutely ecstatic, as the final stage began and her shoes transformed into a pair of heels. After squealing in delight, she headed for the door to the garden to show her husband her new dress. She burst out of the door, her skirts flying everywhere as she ran forward, and seeing her husband dressed up poshly as well only magnified her happiness. She quickly hauled him into a hug, and showed her traditional disdain for the concept of appropriate volume.
"So, that's what happened," Windy summarized.
"Ah, gotcha," Bow Hothoof nodded in understanding.
"Hey guys!" called a voice. Both parents looked over to see Rainbow Dash there, also dressed up adorably.
Windy covered the ground in nothing flat. "Dashy, it is so SO good to see you!! We're all in matching clothes! Do you know who did this?"
Rainbow Dash's face was beginning to turn purple. "Mom, I appreciate the... gesture, but I also need to be able... to breathe!"
Windy looked embarrassed, and let her go. "Sorry."
Rainbow nodded. "Thanks. Basically, there's magic changing people's clothes, as you have seen, and me and my friends are working on a counter to help those affected."
"It's just like Cinderella!" Windy said, twirling yet again. "Oh, I love it so much!"
"Watch you don't get dizzy, dear!"
"Funnily enough, one of my friends has been turned into Cinderella." Rainbow Dash took up the conversation again. "So, if you guys could head to Canterlot Central park, that'd be great. I've got other people to help, so see ya!" She sped off down the road, her lighter skirts no impediment to her ability to run.
Both the parents, on the other hand, set off for the park. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could dress like this every day?"
"If we could, it would become routine and boring." Bow then grinned. "But I wouldn't mind seeing you wearing that once in a while. It reminds me of prom night. You always loved to wear anything poofy back then."
"You kidding? Big skirts are the best! It's just most corridors aren't wide enough to accommodate them!"