Bonus chapter

Taking a bag full of candy and chocolate with me I went in search of a seamstress.

I need new clothes as soon as possible. This was an exciting task as I never had to go and shop for any of my clothes, with just a word to my maid a seamstress would be ready in the chamber, making a gown however I wanted.

There was a whole street lined with shops of seamstresses I didn't know which shop to choose from. I went inside one, it was pretty good, there was everything a girl would need in there, gown ribbons, everything. but they were normal clothes, and the gowns had very small pockets.

As I cannot use my powers, I will have to rely on my fighting skills. And for that, I need pockets, hidden pockets, visible pockets, pockets everywhere.

That is when I saw a woman, she was wearing a simple dress, there were things peeking out of her dress. I wouldn't have noticed if her pockets were not overflowing with things.

I followed the woman, she entered a shop, it was small, it was almost concealed by the big shops surrounding it.

I entered the quaint seamstress shop, the tinkling of a small bell announcing my arrival. it was surprisingly large on the inside. The room was adorned with bolts of colorful fabrics, delicate lace trims, and intricate embroidery. The air was infused with the scent of freshly cut fabric and the soft hum of sewing machines.

The woman I saw earlier, greeted me warmly.

"What do you need my dear?" she asked with a warm smile.

"i need some clothes that are easy to move in, and some simple gowns as well." Nodding, she took me inside to show me the sample clothes to choose from.

I stopped when I saw the trousers.

"Can I wear them?" I asked excitedly, taking them in my hands.

"Why can't you?" she asked.

"Yes, why can't I?" I am Thea now. I can wear trousers and do whatever I want.

After I selected the clothes I wanted, she took my precise measurements, carefully noting the contours of my figure. Her tape measure glided effortlessly, capturing every curve and angle, ensuring a perfect fit.

As she scribbled notes on her parchment, I explained my specific requirements. I described my need for hidden pockets, cleverly disguised compartments, and discreet slits where I could store some tools.

The seamstress nodded, a knowing twinkle in her eyes.

I waited for her to alter an existing set of trousers and a tunic to fit me. I was so excited that I told her I don't care if they fit me perfectly.

She handed me the altered set; I went to the changing room with a skip in my step.

I am finally wearing trousers.