When Molly asked Frankie to hold out their arms they trusted her, but couldn't help but close their eyes. Turning their head to the side they took a deep breath and held their arms out to the side, eyes tight shut. They felt the bra they had been wearing shift, along with their chest. Peeling first one then both eyes open they gave a slightly tremulous nod. It felt like something in the more sports bra or bralette area. "Bit better," they affirmed quietly.
As Molly disappeared into another room Frankie managed to pull themself together enough to pull off their leather jacket and hold it in front of them. As their outfit became less focussed on their chest they became a little more comfortable, although the urge to curl up on one of the comfy looking seats was fairly high. Frankie looked at the pile of comfy looking clothes Molly reappeared with and smiled slightly. All of it looked pretty big. Making themself move up to her, they sorted through slightly haphazardly and picked out a tshirt and one of the darker knitted jumpers. It hadn't been that kind of day, but going full goth right now seemed appealing. Maybe makeup and hair too, but first they needed to fix the top situation.
"Bathroom?" Frankie asked, and then winced. "Or maybe bedroom. Somewhere without too many mirrors for the moment?" they asked.