Jon stared at the dresser for a minute, made a couple of selections, and then was surprised when the nurse came back in. "Ahh!" she mildly screamed, surprised. Wow, my scream is high!
"I realized you might need some help, miss," she explained. "I can't imagine having to learn all this all at once," she continued.
"Neither...can I." Jon was still holding the bra.
"I know you aren't used to needing one of those, but you'll be much more comfortable with it than without it. You don't think it's just for show, do you?"
"Uhhh..." Jon, still a bit shocked at everything, stared.
"Here." The nurse stepped forward and extended a hand. "I'll help you." She took the bra from him and began placing it around him, letting the straps hang on the side. "D-cups! These are, uh...healthy," she remarked. "When you put this on, it might be easier to do the clasp at the front and then turn it around so it's on your back."
Jon was silent, trying to take in all of the instructions.
"Okay, now put your arms through the straps and put the straps on your shoulders," she continued.
Jon looked in the mirror. "You need help with anything else?"
The new girl glanced at the rest of the clothes: a simple gray T-shirt, panties and shorts.
"I don't think I will, but I do appreciate it."
"Alright. Well, I'll let you change in privacy, but knock on the door when you're ready so Doc can come in."
The nurse closed the door, leaving Jon to put on the remaining clothes, plus a pair of socks and shoes. Everything felt so foreign, new, soft, not to mention it hugged her new curves in a way that made her notice them more.
Here I go. Jon walked up to the door and knocked on it several times, stepping back to await the doctor's arrival.
