I crawled out from under my bed, in a tuxedo. For some reason, everypony insisted I dress up in a suit, and every mare in the room cooed about how ‘cute’ I looked. Now, Rarity might murder me for some reason, because she told me to take it off before I went to bed, but I didn’t know how to take the suit off. Changelings don’t wear clothes, and we don’t know how to put them on, or take them off. Rarity and Cadance helped with getting me into it and it was just expected of me to take it off after everypony took pictures or tried to pinch my cheeks.