"Are you copying your sister?" "I think you need to think about this more."
Those words echo in my head on a loop as I cry in my bed. My own mother doesn't believe me, and that hurts more than anything else. I don't know what to do but I know I can't stay here right now. As I grab my phone and jacket I see my clock and it's been longer than I thought.
As I leave I hear my… sister, apparently, yelling at my mom about needing to trust her children more. I put my earbuds in to tune out the rest of the world as I head to the bus stop. I've been meaning to get a smart watch and now is the time to do it, I think to myself. As I wait for the bus, ideas begin to appear in my head. Not anything abnormal for me, I think about these things a lot. But there's something different about these ones, and I can't quite put my finger on it.
After maybe an hour of being on the bus I finally arrive at my destination, Better Buy. While I can only afford an earlier gen watch it's better than nothing. I take my time looking for the one I want, along with some tools I felt the urge to get. At checkout I mumble my way through a conversation with the cashier and get the heck outta there.
"Fuck, now I need to head home." I whisper to myself, not really wanting to go home.
My hands itch as I wait for the bus, my anxiety making itself known. As I board the bus to head home I turn my music up louder, sinking into my thoughts. I wish I could just be myself without all this crap, I live in Oregon for fucks sake, I think to myself. Time seems to fly by and before I know it I'm at my stop, and the dread is back. I mumble out a 'thank you' to the driver as I get off, I debate going home or going to McDonald's. And McDonald's wins out. I head over to my wonderful workplace and find a corner where I can just think.
Sitting down I pull out the watch I bought and begin to look it over properly, tuning out the rest of the world. The more the world around me fades, so does my anxiety. I barely notice myself pulling out the tools I bought as I fiddle with the watch. God damn, convincing your mom your trans shouldn't be hard. It's a parents job to believe their child, I think.
Before I know it, awareness of the rest of the world floods back to me. And I look at the watch in my hands, which now looks different then the one I bought at Better Buy. Oh fuck no, this can't be happening!
"No no no no." I whisper to myself as I gather all my stuff and leave the McDonald's.
On my short walk back home I can't help but think, fuck I have powers, on a loop. Knowing I have powers clarifies my thoughts from the bus ride. So, tinker powers? What's the specialty then?
After a few minutes I arrive at my front door and open it slowly, making as little noise as possible. I wanna avoid my mom while I… do tinker things on my computer. Once I get back to my room I make sure my door is closed before booting up my computer and plug the watch in. I put my headphones on and lose myself to my music.
After what I can only assume is a decent chunk of time, I hear a knock on my door and pull myself back from what's probably tinkering. I don't really want to answer my door but I get up anyway.
"I would rather be alone right now," I say through the door.
"Ok." my mom responds, and I hear her footsteps retreat down the hall.
Moving back to my computer I try to figure out what I made, and it slowly clicks together. Spells, I made spells. With math. If I tell anyone this I'll be ridiculed. I save the… spells, to my computer and proceed to move them to the watch. My Watch. I'll need to think of a better name for it, it feels like it needs a name. Unplugging it from my computer and putting it on, I get an intrinsic feel for the spells I loaded onto it.
I don't think Tinker-Tech or magic is supposed to work like this, but maybe I designed this Device to do such. Looking at the watch face I think, begin boot up. And I watch a stream of purple code scroll down the face. Boot up complete, I hear in my head. If I hadn't made this, I would probably think it strange. Excitement wells up within me, eager for the next part. Begin transformation, I think at the watch. And after the thought finishes what I can only describe as a magic circle appears below my feet, as I'm covered in a soft purple glow. After what sounds like shattering glass the glow fades away, I hope no one heard that. Transformation complete. And I have to brush my now much longer hair out of my eyes. I did it!, a small part of me didn't believe this would work but holy shit it did. I'm a cape… but I don't want to fight, not yet. I can help people in a lot of ways, but I'll need to be careful.