Every woman except the bride strips

"Remember when you and your groom wanted everyone to be comfortable?" you say; obviously, you don't know if they ever said that, but it doesn't matter with your powers.

"Yeah," the bride rolls her eyes, "what's this about again?" as she loses patience with you delaying her reception.

"Well, given how well dressed all the ladies are around here, it doesn't seem very comfortable. I think that other woman set a good example, how about all the women around here take their clothes off and just leave them on the sidewalk? I'll deal with them later."

All the women in the crowd - thin and fat, young (but not too young) and old, and short and tall - start undoing their clothes, tossing them onto the ground. The bridesmaids all gigglingly swipe off their black dresses and flick down their black panties, kicking them off with their heels as they, too, joined the pile.

"Are you serious?" the bride sighs as she starts undoing her dress.

"Not you, though," you stop her, "it's your special day, and I wouldn't want to ruin your wedding dress. You just go and have fun eating the cake and shaking all those hands!"

"Okay," she just sighed as she and the groom headed to their limousine.

"This is such a nice wedding, sweetie!" a middle-aged woman approaches the bride.

"Mom!" the bride reacts to her now-nude mother.

"Come on, sweetheart, I know this might not be the most comfortable for any of us," as she tries to cover herself up, "but it's for the best that everyone's comfortable."

You smirk at the exchange and look at all the discarded clothing on the ground.