Can't be a hero without a costume.(KhepriDrone)

I left the café after paying for my tea, thinking about the next step. I could have gone after the trio of bullies that have made my life hell since my mom died- and that thought tripped me up again, the thought of bringing back my mother. I shook my head as I headed out, rulebook firmly clenched at my side, resting on my newfound hips. Going after the trio or bringing my mom back right now would be way too emotionally draining. What I needed now was some good old fashioned superheroing, and for that I needed a good old fashioned costume.

I could go the same way as before, the black bodysuit of Alexandria to keep paying homage to her, but I was worried I'd be a copycat. I could get a custom one. Parian, a rouge with the power to control threads of material did do costumes last time I checked. Worst comes to worst I could be one of those capes who thought formal wear and a mask counted as a costume. Wait, why was I worried? I had the rulebook, I could write myself a costume.

I shook my head again. I had a magical reality altering rulebook, which I have used to make sure I succeed at everything but I was still worried about simple things like clothes. I had half a mind to write down a rule that I didn't have to worry about anything, but I really didn't want my brain to be messed with.

I sit at the bus stop bench (I could fly, but I didn't want to lose my secret identity so soon) and open up the rulebook again under new Earth Bet rules.

'Taylor Hebert has a costume'

I paused in the writing, leaving the sentence half finished. What kind of costume did I want?