After I told my parents of what I was and what I could do. They've been standing over me while I sat at my bed. I was looking down at my feet the whole time I told them, too scared to see any looks of fear or hate. I heard stories about mutant kids being abandoned by their parents or even turning in their kids to the police. I wouldn't know what to do if that was going to happen me.
"How long have you known you were a mutant?" My father just looks at me, like he couldn't believe what his son was. I'm not all that surprised by that, he doesn't share the same views as the anti-mutant activists, but he's never really been pro-mutant either.
"Three days." I answered. My father sighed, rubbing his balding head. When I was a kid he used to have a full head of hair, now he's been losing hair due to age and stress from work.
"And the first thing you do when you get powers, is try to make monsters?!" He shouts, either in anger or fear I couldn't tell, while pointing to the mice. Which still looked mutated from I what I did to them. I winced hearing him yell, that was pretty stupid of me. I was just too excited to think about my powers to realize what I was doing was pretty gross.
"Sorry." I muttered.
"James calm down," Mom said to diffuse my fathers anger. She went back to questioning me, "Now what else have you done with your powers? I can see you made yourself taller, but what other changes have you made?" She said, 'but did she sound a little jealous there. No I must have imagined that'.
"Um, I gave myself perfect vision, better teeth, cleared my acne and muscles. Like actual muscles. I have a six pack now." Why did I tell them that?
"Congrats." Dad said with a bit of sarcasm.
"Um, I also fixed Mom's back." I add. That surprised them, because Mom's been complaining about her back for years, and no amount of doctors have been able to help her.
"Was that what the back massage was?" I nodded. Dad seems a bit interested now that I could heal people. I guess my power doesn't seem so scary now. Noting his interest I grab his arm. Startled, he tries get out of my grasp. I looked up at him, asking him to trust me with this. He, hesitantly, nods his head.
I close my eyes and scan his body, finding lots to work with and improve. First I start with his lungs, years of smoking has left his lungs scarred and irritated. Fixing that damage, while also making it stronger and healthier along with his heart seeing it didn't beat strongly like mine did. Noticing that his joints were a bit stiff I change them to be more flexible and his bones stronger. Trimming the fat around his gut, replacing it with muscles similar to mine, same with his eyes, ears and his skin. Lastly I give him a full head of hair, like how it used to look.
Dad hasn't moved since I started, too confused by what his body was doing. Mom's jaw fell, shocked, and a little attracted, of her husband's new look. "Oh my God! Is this really me?" He questioned while moving in front of the small mirror in my room. Running his hand through his hair while feeling his abs. He took a deep breath of satisfaction, "God I feel amazing. Breathing never felt so great," he breathed again, then realized he was smelling his teenage son's room. "Ugh, Drake your room seriously needs a cleaning, and open the window."
"James are you alright?" she asks worriedly. Dad smiles at her then picks her up in a bridal carry.
"I'm better than alright Kate," he says while carrying her to their bedroom. "Now lets see just how much has changed." he suggested.
Hearing my parents's room close shut I start to relax. "It looks like their fine with me being a mutant." I chuckle, though I stop once I hear the sounds coming from their room. Disgusted, I quickly shut the door.
I go to lie in my bed, but not before changing the mice back to normal. I'm on my phone when my parents knock and enter my room in their bathrobes. "Drake could you use your powers again real quick for us." Dad asks me. "I have something I want to try out."
"Try what?"
"Well its for your mother this time." he chuckles nervously. I walk up to them hoping If I do this quick enough I wouldn't have to look at them in their underwear. "I was wondering if maybe you could you make them bigger?"
"Ugh gross Dad." I look at my Mom and sees that she's as embarrassed about this as I was. "Mom are you sure about this?" I ask hoping that she'll say no. She looks me in the eye resolutely and nods her head.
"Great! Let's do it!" He urges us. He seems a bit too excited about this. I place my hand on Mom's shoulder and close my eyes so I wouldn't have to see this. I start with the basic stuff making her healthier; her heart, lungs, bones and joints. Replacing the fat with some muscles making her look thinner.
"Okay son, now make them firm,and get rid of the sagginess. Great, now bigger and rounder too. Honey you'll need to take off your bra so it won't get in the way. Okay now bigger again. While your at it make the ass rounder and firmer. Make that bigger too. Could fix her nose too just shrink it a bit, yeah like that. Also her hair make it less frizzy too. Now finish all that and make her skin chocolate coloured. Honey is that okay with you? Yeah I thought you'd like it."
Sick to my stomach, I ask "Is that it, because I think I'm about to throw up."
"Wait honey there's more" Mom asks while keeping her bathrobe closed while holding her bra in her other hand. "There's still the changes I want you to do on your father."
"What else is there!?" I ask exasperatedly. Mom looks down at Dad's- nope. "No."
"It's just one change, just do it really quick and then we'll leave."
Just too numb to care anymore, I close my eyes and grab my Dad's shoulder. "Okay honey, just focus on making it longer, actually dear take off your underwear so I could get a good look at it. Drake could you make it thicker too. Okay that's starting to look good. Not that it wasn't nice before James, stop worrying. Also the balls make em the size of large egg. Great, James that looks like ten-"
I didn't hear her finish that sentence, I passed out on my bed too sick to go back on my phone. While I drifted off to unconsciousness I wondered if I could use my powers to erase my memory or at least repress it.