"Thanks. I'll just." He motioned in the direction of the bathroom, then took the pile of clothes and headed that way. Once inside, he shut the door and peeled off the uniform he'd put on that morning, pausing to look at himself in the mirror. God, this was weird. Right. Clothes. He got through putting on underwear and trousers no problem, and then... Shit. How the hell was he supposed to manage putting a bra on when his teenaged self had never managed to figure out how to get one off? He opened the door just a crack, and poked his head out. "Um. I might need a bit o' help..."