"I need a few of my own." She admitted as she took the too tight bra off and pulled on the halter top of the costume back on. She wasn't too happy but she could see what having 'the girls' meant. She had a rack now, an impressive one, and that meant 'support' she realized with  another blush. Luckily she could wander the hotel and convention hall with the costume on. Thanks to the body paint and Aimee's held with makeup she was much more 'spring' in makeup than she naturally was with her dark 'Shego' green/black' complexion. So she'd draw the eye but not as the girl who blew up the Hall that morning. Hopefully. She tucked her key and prepaid cards in the hidden pockets of the costume as well as her phone, picking up her leather shoulder pack and looking herself over.<br/><br/>It was weird, seeing the nails, boobs and the rest and yet being so handy and agile in moving around. She drummed her nails on the table, they were glue on nails to cover the odd shaped and green nails underneath. A light blue to match her outfit.<br/><br/>"Think Disney will yell at me for doing another of their characters?" she joked as she looked herself over. "So, dinner then shopping in the mall? Getting my very own bra wasn't in my plans for the day." She said with a laugh.