Chapter 12: A Fashion Dilemma
Ever since I arrived at the Xavier Institute, there was one problem that kept nagging at me – I had no clothes. The two plain sets of clothing I had been provided with were far from stylish or appealing. Sure, I could use my reality-warping powers to create new clothes, but I had no idea about fashion, designs, or what would look good on me. I needed some real help, and the idea of going shopping seemed like the best solution.
One day, I gathered the courage to approach Storm, or Miss Ororo as everyone called her. She was a regal figure, and her ability to control the weather made her one of the most powerful mutants I had ever met. But despite her power, she was also known for her kindness and compassion.
"Miss Ororo," I called out, feeling a bit nervous as I approached her in the courtyard.
She turned to me, her serene eyes meeting mine. "Yes, Anthony? Is there something you need?"
I hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "I don't have many clothes, and the ones I do have are... well, they're not really my style. Can we go shopping for new ones?"
Storm's smile grew, and she nodded understandingly. "Of course, Anthony. Everyone deserves to feel comfortable and confident in their clothing. I would be more than happy to accompany you on a shopping trip."
A sense of relief washed over me, knowing that I wouldn't have to face the overwhelming task of shopping alone. "Thank you, Miss Ororo. I really appreciate it."
A few days later, the shopping trip was set. Storm gathered a small group of mutant students, including Kevin, Zoe, and Jamie, who also needed new clothes. As we made our way to the nearby town, I couldn't help but feel excited about the outing. It would be a chance to bond with my fellow mutants outside the training sessions.
However, issues arose when we entered the shops. While my fellow mutants walked comfortably, I floated a few inches off the ground, making it challenging to browse through the racks and try on clothes. I mimicked the way humans walked while levitating close to the ground, hoping it would give me some semblance of normalcy.
"Is everything alright, Anthony?" Storm asked, noticing my struggle.
I nodded, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just trying to get the hang of this walking thing."
She gave me an understanding smile. "Take your time, Anthony. It's a new experience for you, and there's no rush."
With Storm's encouragement, I continued to navigate the stores, floating as close to the ground as possible. My fellow mutants helped me pick out different clothing options, offering their opinions and advice. As I tried on the clothes, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and uncertainty. The world of fashion was foreign to me, and I had no idea what looked good on me.
But with Storm's guidance, I found a few outfits that felt comfortable and suited my style. I didn't feel the need to hide behind plain designs anymore; instead, I embraced the opportunity to express myself through my clothing choices.
As we returned to the Institute, our arms laden with shopping bags, I felt a sense of accomplishment. The shopping trip had not only given me new clothes but also a newfound confidence in myself. I had faced the challenges of walking while levitating and had embraced my individuality in choosing my outfits.
In the weeks that followed, I continued to practice walking while levitating, finding a rhythm that worked for me. I no longer felt the need to mimic the way humans walked, as I had learned to embrace my unique form of movement.
One day, as I floated down the halls of the Institute, Storm approached me with a smile. "You're looking quite fashionable, Anthony," she said with genuine praise.
I blushed, feeling a surge of pride in my new wardrobe. "Thanks, Miss Ororo. I couldn't have done it without your help."
She placed a hand on my shoulder. "Fashion is about expressing yourself and feeling confident in your choices. You've done an excellent job, Anthony."
Her words filled me with a sense of validation, and I realized that fashion wasn't about conforming to societal norms but about embracing one's individuality. With Storm's guidance and the support of my fellow mutants, I had not only found new clothes but also a new sense of self-assurance.
As I continued my journey at the Xavier Institute, I knew that I was not just a reality warper with unique abilities, but also a mutant who could confidently float through life, both figuratively and literally.
To be continued...