Kurt's pink leotard was annoying. It wouldn't fit him right, even without his tail. As he walked home, his shame concealed beneath a coat three sizes to big, he plotted revenge for this humiliation. Yes, his parents would pay dearly for this.
With his blood boiling hot enough to melt adamantium, he hardly noticed the attention he attracted. Kurt spent his whole life avoiding everyone's gaze exept his family's. That was how the problem began. I want to go outside & play with the other kids. I want to be normal & go to school. Maybe go to church every Sunday like I see some of the other families do.
Yes, that's how it started. His mother, Raven, had been reluctant to let her youngest & most demonic-looking child go outside to the mercy of the mobs. However, her wife, Irene, eventually broke her resolve. I met the preacher the other day & we talked about Kurt. He said he'd love it if the whole family came for once. I know you're nervous, Raven. I scared, too, but it's what Kurt wants. No, he needs this. I promise that nothing will happen to our boy.
So Kurt started to go to church every Sunday, & after several false Judgement Days things started to feel normal. The kids were nice under his mothers' supervision & he got to give to the community.
He felt accepted, & Raven relaxed enough to let him attend a local school. There were afterschool activities & Kurt wanted to sign up for almost all of them. He could make friends who would see him for his character, not his appearance. I absolutely have to be in all the sports. Anything athletic, so I can show the other kids it's cool to be a mutant. That way they'll be happy we're around, not scared.
Anything athletic, Kurt silently mocked himself. He should've known better than to be so general with Raven. Her sense of humor knew no boundaries; a trait shared by many shape shifters. He wanted, perhaps more than any sport, to be in the gymnastics group. His natural agility & flexibility could put a gold medalist to shame. He'd be a star!
As he reached the driveway to his home, he teleported into the living room, leaving behind a plume a sulfuric gas & a loud BAMF sound as the air rushed to fill the instantly empty space. Teleportation would also be cool to show off in gymnastics, not that Mom cared. No, she expects me to perform in a ballet!
Looking around the living room, Kurt notice Raven watching the TV on the reclining chair. His presence was unnoticed, due to teleporting to somewhere was a lot quieter than from. He let his coat slid off himself as he aproached his new nemesis. He lunged at the back of the chair, wrapping his arms around the neck of its resident in the process.
In a cold, dead voice he told her, "I said gymnastics."
"I said wait list," came the feminine reply of the same tone.