"I know, it's a lot to think about," she says when he hesitates, his hands running along the new and unfamiliar curve of his hips. "I'm sorry. You'll be okay."

Underwear first is at least enough of a direction, and Rosie nudges him towards the bed before going to her dresser. Taking out a clean, plain bra and--after a moment of awkward hesitation she's ashamed of--a pair of panties. "Here," she says, handing them to him and feeling ridiculous for blushing, even a little. "I won't look, I'll just...go find some clothes for you."