I can't imagine you without the fishnets. Much more fashionable than the capes and skin-tight suits that hug the junk.
All you need in my dreamworld is the magical capacity to cast what you wanna cast, and the knowledge of what exactly you're casting. I've seen what kind of magic traumatized people can conjure up in a frenzy, though with them they also crossed the line of psychosis. Most bozos can't cast the big stuff unless they've extensively studied it and practiced it anyway, and that's typically on the rare side.
But my magic also works cruelly and doesn't let me access most of it during...um. Certain days of the month. 'Time of the month' has a double-meaning there.