Anna kept her arms wrapped around the red head, letting her lean n her.she was still reeling from the fact she was touching someone. Watching curiously as Jean sorted through clothes. It was weird. Anna's clothing wasn't as girly as this. She wasn't into the whole dress and frills, or anything that could be considered blatantly girly. Jean's clothes were very...bright.
With her clothes picked out, it seemed the red head had an idea. Which didn't make sense in her mind.
"If I dress you, wouldn't that require you to move your hands on and off me? We might accidentally loose contact." She said. Where as, if she just held onto Jean as she changed, there was a less than likely chance they would lose contact.
I'll do whatever you want though," she mumbled, blushing lightly as she reached for the clothes. Jean was the smarter one after all.