"You're a lot of help, you know. Don't come whining to me when you can't figure out how to zip up your pants without catching your penis in the fly." It wasn't as if Rahne had been nude. As if Rahne had flashed Anakin his newfound boy stuff, as she had him. Now Rahne had seen Anakin naked in two bodies.
It was just as well. Anakin would have been extremely disturbed by the idea of her girlfriend's penis.
After some mild struggling, Anakin finally managed to both figure out how to put on a bra and to get it on without looking. Taking one off was so much easier. The Force was no help; apparently mystical energy fields that guided the universe had no idea how women's underwear worked either. She pulled a shirt over her borrowed brassiere and knelt down. "Thanks for the clothes, Rahne. We'll be back to normal in no time." Probably. Assuming this didn't keep happening.