She was forced to do more than help; she had to undress and dress him.  He had been wearing a hospital gown, a bathrobe, and slippers, not because he wanted them but because he had been told to wear them.  He could handle them himself by now, but not fast enough to suit Jill; she skinned him quickly.  She being a nurse and he never having heard of the modesty taboo - nor would he have grasped an explanation - they were not slowed up by irrelevancies; the difficulties were purely mechanical.  He was delighted and surprised by the long false skins Jill drew over his legs, but she gave him no time to cherish them, but taped the women's stockings to his thighs in lieu of a garter belt.  The nurse's uniform she dressed him in was not her own, but one that she had borrowed from a larger woman on the excuse that a cousin of hers needed one for a masquerade party.  Jill hooked a nurse's cape around his neck and reflected that its all-enclosing straight drape covered most of the primary and secondary sex characteristics - at least she hoped that it would.  The shoes were more difficult, as they did not fit well and Smith still found standing and walking in this gravity field an effort even barefooted.