The laundry was done.

Walking into the little laundry room, she opened the lid of the washing machine and started pulling out a few clothes, humming to herself. Nothing out of the of ordinary.

However, that changed when she pulled out a pair of her white underwear. Correction, formerly white. Peeking into the machine, she saw the culprit. One red pair of shorts with white buttons. And there was only one person she knew that wore those shorts.

"Mickeeeyyy..." It wasn't loud or threatening. Just the boooy, what did you do this time, sort of tone. She heard a light sprinting coming through the house.

"What's wrong, Min?" said a voice as it entered the room, skidding to a stop just behind her and off to the side.

She turned to him. "Did you happen to put your shorts in the washing machine, by any chance?" She had a feeling he either didn't know, or just forgot.

Mickey scratched his head, trying to recall briefly before it came to him. "Uhh, yeeah... Why?"

"Ohhh, nothing. Juust a hunch." Minnie leaned against the washing machine, keeping her now pink undies hidden for the moment. "I was washing whites."

It took a few seconds for that to register in the mouse's brain. And when it did, his eyes widened, and his face turned to one of oh crud. "Ohhh, no... What was in there?" He bit his lip nervously, hoping he'd be spared. At least let him have one last cheese wedge.

"Weeeelll..." She turned and held up her now pink panties. "Just these. You turned my underwear pink."

"Awww, no..." he said, cringing. "I'm really sorry, Min. I didn't know ya had whites in there, honest."

Minnie gave a half smile, looking at her underwear again. She knew he didn't do it on purpose. And she could tell he really felt bad over it. Though it wasn't a big deal. "Well, it was only this pair. Not a big deal."

"I mean, ya do like pink, right?" Mickey said, lifting his hands as he hoped to make light of his little blunder, and hoping he'd make her laugh, and also spare him.

She turned back to him, a bit of deadpanned expression mixed with a grin. "Yeah, but I wear other colors, too. Like white." She held up her underwear again.

He rubbed the back of his head, an uneasy smile on his face. "Heh, reeally sorry about, toots."

She chuckled. "Heh heh, aw, no worries, sweetie. No big deal. But, uh... Ask me or check what's in the washer next time, 'kay?"

"Will do!" he replied, giving a little salute.

She giggled and returned to folding the few clothes she had, before stopping, an idea coming to her. "Heeyy... You know what this means?"

He watched as she turned around to him, grinning.

"I get to go underwear shopping. And you're coming with~." Wasn't the first time she took him with her when she went shopping for her undergarments. In fact, he'd gone with her many times. She had fun teasing him with little glimpses, keeping him from seeing the full thing until they got home. She'd show him a peek, and if he really liked it, she'd buy it. Of course, he'd also done the same thing to even the odds. She did the same thing with swimsuits, too.

He began to grin himself. "Are ya gonna show me what ya get?"

She giggled. "Duh! That's part of the fun! That, and after, heh heh!"

Mickey gave a downward fist pull with a, "Yis!", making her laugh. "Well, least those were th' only white things in there."

Looking inside the washer again, she grinned. "Oh, contrare." She pulled out a pair of his formerly white boxers which were now pink as well. She dangled them with a wide, devious grin. "I am sooo gonna make you were these."

His eyes widened before he hit his knees, fists balled in the air. "Nooooooooooo!"

She laughed hard, holding onto her stomach as he playfully acted like he'd been swindled out of his entire cheese stash. Though to be honest, he would have acted worse.

He stood up, chuckling. "Well, least you'll be th' only one to see 'em."

She gave a stern grin, her head tilting down a bit. "Heh, I better be. Otherwise I'm tying your tail in a knot."

"Fair enough. Long as I'm th' only one t' see th' underwear you get."

"Well, duh," she said, giggling after. "Like I'd let anyone else see them." She then giggled as she held up her panties and his boxers. "Hey! Now we can match!"

"And hopefully it won't be like that time we wore those awful sweaters," he said, recalling the time at the boardwalk when they wore those itchy green sweaters. He still had unfavorable flashbacks to that.

"Uhhg, don't remind me," she agreed, her head rolling back a little with her moan. She recalled wearing that sweater. Oh, sure, the idea of them wearing matching sweaters was cute, quirky and playful. But once she put the darn thing on she began to rethink their choice of clothing. She tried. Ohhh, did she try. She tried so hard to ignore the sweater. She hoped once they got to the boardwalk she'd forget about it. Maybe once she wore it awhile it would stop itching. But no. Finally, once he revealed he hated it, she was happy to yank her own off. Course, the night wasn't bad afterward. They literally took the whole, you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours, to a new literal level.

"Ya know, one thing I never figured out..."

"Oh?" She finished folding the clothes as she turned around to him. "What's that?"

"When ya yanked off the sweater... Did that mean ya were topless?" he asked, quirking a brow. Now this was a question for the ages. Something he'd pondered on since that night. Did she literally just go topless the rest of the night? Wasn't like she had... anything up top to show. But still... He had to know.

Her cheeks turned pink as she smiled a half smile. "Oh, that." She picked up the clothes casually as she started by him. "You know that old slogan for those lollipops?"

He knew the old commercial he saw on TV before. "Yeah?"

She got her body around the doorway, leaving her head peeking around it. "The world may never know. Hee hee!" And with that, Minnie winked and vanished through the next room.

Mickey lifted a finger to his lips in thought. Then he opened his mouth, then closed it again. He looked up and followed after her. "Wait! I have questiooons!"

~Fin~