Mickey's breasts, more rounded than conical, pushed out against the thin fabric, er, my breasts, I reminded myself for the one-hundredth time as I pulled my eyes up toward her/my face reflected in the mirror. Mickey had been right, red hair was decidedly not the right color for this skin. The long red wig that had looked OK on my this evening was now real hair and still red. But it was no longer my skin. The red from the hair made Mickey's skin look more yellow than cream white and that bothered me... "Christ!" I swore softly as my hands went to my temples. this was sick. For an instant I'd actually been concerned about how I looked! I had to get a drink, a really stiff one and now!