”Yeah, um…we’re kinda running late already so just pick out another one, I’ll help you look when we get back.” You let out a defeated sigh and humbly comply. A few minutes later you’re walking down Ponyville Main in a child’s medium minotaur t-shirt. Even with the age difference the neck size on minotarus was huge compared to yours. Luckily most ponies don’t know what it’s supposed to look like or didn’t care, and you walked through the streets largely unnoticed, “Hurry up, we’re already late!” Powerful gusts of air flattens your hair and kicks up dirt as the exasperated Wonderbolt orbits around your head.