And for my next trick! the blue unicorn announced, turning about with a swish of his cape. I shall make my entire body save for my hat and my clothes disappear! he declared, a sweeping gesture of his hoof taking in the crowds. Trixens smile grew at the oohs and aahs of the crowd. Now this was much more his sort of audience.
 
It was a slow route to getting back as regarded as a professional magician, but he was making it, and the study of magic was aiding him immensely. He closed his eyes, arms outstretched as he sought to remember the right way to call the magic out of his horn. He felt it glow with that gentle purple aura, growing bigger, and bigger and
 
Poof!
 
The crowd gasped in astonishment. Parents covered their childrens eyes, and a lot of ponies began to laugh out loud. Trixen looked down with horror at the spell gone almost certainly wrong. While it felt like he was still wearing everything, he realised that nopony else could tell.
 
His hat, which was slowly sliding off his head; that elegant dress shirt hed had ironed and put on just a few minutes before the show, and his tight magicians pants were all completely see-through. It exposed all the way through to his swimming briefs - something hed learned to wear to keep himself from needing too many changes after his water escapology sessions.
 
As wolf-whistles and jeers came from the crowd, he covered his crotch with his hooves, flushing.
 
The Great and uh Powerful Trixen wishes to rectify his mistake he apologises for um exposing himself, he mumbled, beginning to pad off stage to more laughter. It was humiliating. Even moreso when he padded backstage to find his newest friend rolling on the floor hooting with laughter.
 
Trixens horn flashed, coupled with a glare from the blue magician as he struggled to undo his invisible clothes. The green pegasus on the ground blinked as his jacket, combat pants and shirt vanished into thin air, leaving him in purple, black and yellow sports shorts.
 
Oi, no need to share your lameness with me, Presto, scowled Lightning Sand, the stallion covering up his Shadowbolt-patterened boxers. Trixen snorted.
 
You were the one coming to the Great and Powerful Trixen to be his side show. Now if youre going to laugh at him you can go on and entertain them just as he is, just to prove a point. The daredevil shrugged, picking up his crash helmet and goggles and bolting them on. Trixen stared as his newest partner strolled onto stage as shameless as ever, promising another death-defying plunge.
 
Maybe there was something into doing shows in ones underwear. Perhaps he could even charge more for it