Roxy was nervous. She didn't know what compelled her to offer help to the two women - maybe some deep seated desire to feel like she's done something worthwhile, maybe just a sense of altruism for someone on a similar side of the social spectrum as her... maybe just a need to symbolically rid herself of what makes her male.
Either way, she'd dressed herself somewhat appropriately - meaning her dress extends past her upper thighs. She's a beautiful woman, 5'7" with long legs, sky blue eyes, blonde hair down to her chin and an otherwise perfectly muscled body. She knocks at the door, taking a deep breath.