Seeing a picture of one of the cheerleaders, the godmother scans it with her magic and gets a glimpse of the girl riding with her date to the ball. She looks quite well put together, makeup and hair done to perfection and her dress quite eye-catching, though not as eye-catching as yours. Not that it matters, however. The godmother has a plan for her regardless.
"Every princess needs a mode of transportation," the godmother says, waving her wand. Instantly, the sports car carrying the couple redirects to your house.
Parking, the two get out and look around in confusion. "Like, why are we stopping here?" The cheerleader asks in an annoyed tone.
"I dunno, babe," her date answers. "Just had to come here for some reason, but I can't remember what for."
"Well, let's just go then," the girl huffs, crossing her arms. "I hate being late."
Meanwhile, watching from the window, the godmother smiles. "Oh, a punctual one. Let's put that to good use, shall we?" She waves her wand.
Suddenly, the young couple freeze and march over to stand next to each other on the street. Behind them, the boy's sports car morphs and grows into an old fashioned fairy-tale carriage with a plush interior, gilded decorations worthy of royalty, and shiny gold wheels with enough suspension to ensure a smooth silent ride.
From the front, a wooden pole extends out to settle between the boy and girl. Suddenly, they both shiver and change, crouching down onto all fours as their formal clothes evaporate to leave them naked. Their elongating bodies bulk up and grow gleaming white fur as their limbs stretch out long and gain hooves. Faces push out into equine muzzles as their hair sprouts out into shimmering manes to match the tails now swishing from their hindquarters. Soon, two lovely white horses stand proudly in front of the carriage, perfectly identical except for an obvious bump on one of their groins.
"Now, now," the godmother chides with another wave. "A matching set is much better."
The bump shrinks away, making the stallion a mare like her twin. Then, the necessary straps and yoke appear, fastening the two horses to the carriage and completing the picture.
The godmother teleports down to the street just in time for you to emerge from the house.
You gasp in amazement and clap your hands in delight. "Oh! Is that for me?"
"Yes, my goddaughter," the godmother says. "Do you like it?"
"It's beautiful! But where did it come from?"
"Magic, of course," the godmother laughs. "Now, are you ready to get in?" The carriage door opens by itself.
"There's no driver," you point out. "Will it be alright?"
"These two know where to go." The godmother pats the mare that had once been a cheerleader. The animal whickers cheerfully and nods her head. "They'll make sure you make it in time."
Thus reassured, you quickly climb inside and the door closes. The horses neigh and set off down the road, taking you to the ball.