"Of course I can help you with the rest of your clothes." You deliver a reassuring pat to her shoulder.
"First, we need to put on your pants." You grab her shirt and kneel down by her feet.
"Uh wait, isn't that my shirt?" Amanda asks.
"What?" You look up at her and hold the shirt in front of you.
"Does this really look like a shirt to you?"
Her confidence in her ability to manage anything related to clothing completely lost, Amanda struggles to assure herself that she isn't misunderstanding something here.
".....I guess not." She bites her lip and blushes, feeling like she just made a really stupid mistake.
'Wow, I didn't even need to make a command for that and I'm already convincing her of ridiculous stuff!' you think to yourself as you get her to lift her feet, place them inside the arm-holes and slide the shirt up her legs.
The final product is bizarre to set your eyes on, to say the least.
"Alright now, step two: taking this thing off." You reach around and undo her bra.
"Hey!" She complains quietly, covering her chest with her arm. "Wasn't that already on me correctly?"
"What, this?" You hold the bra in front of you and look at her like she's a total weirdo. "This isn't for you; it's for me to wrap around my face of course." You say, haphazardly tying it around the back of your head and wearing it like some sort of necklace-scarf hybrid. You take a big breath, taking in Amanda's scent, and with a sigh you breathe it back out.
"You were just keeping it warm for me."
"...okay..." Amanda tries to avoid eye contact with you (but fails), being thoroughly confused by now.
"And now the final step; your headgear." You say as you unbutton your pants.
"What are you doing now?" She asks, looking down at your crotch.
"Getting your headgear, obviously." You say as you slide down your pants and boxers at the same time. "Try not to look down there, okay? That would be innapropriate."
"MMph!!" Amanda looks up and scoffs at you. "You just spent a bunch of time seeing me naked!" She complains, having by now given up on trying to cover her nipples.
"Well, I'm able to clothe myself on my own, so of course I get to have the dignity of privacy where you don't." You explain as you grab your boxers.
Amanda glares at you, angry and blushing. She then takes notice of the boxers you are lifting up over her head.
"....what are yo--MFHHhh" Amanda grumbles and mumbles as you stuff the boxers down over her head, until her face is poking out one of the leg holes.
"...this is my hat?"
"Yeah, that should just about do it." You nod and wipe your hands together.
"But... they're warm and kind of sweaty."
"Yeah, that's the best kind to wear." You reassure her.
A moment later, the two of you are back on the couch watching TV. Amanda looks over at a mirror in the living room and, though she isn't sure why, she feels ridiculous.
Not that you look any better; with a bra covering a third of your vision and wearing nothing on your bottom half. In fact, because you can't see very far down--and because you've been so caught up in the excitement of the moment, you hadn't noticed that your body had very visably signaled a sexual interest in what was going on.
You didn't notice, but Amanda did.