Oh, she knew there was that nurse from the civil war walking around in her old pants from her uniform, but the woman had a letter from congress granti...g her permission. At a general store Kate plunked down some gold for two dresses of simple muslin cloth. She had to wait for the train to make another stop before she could change, and it felt odd. Her time with McMasters had made her more and more used to dresses, but those had been heavy, of fine cloth, very restrictive. These cheaper ones. My soldier brother, always so sure of himself, was a big baby.Mike was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts which gapped open as he sobbed in my lap. I noticed that he had no pubic hair. I had always wondered whether cancer treatment caused you to lose your pubic hair. Now I knew. I was wearing flannel pajama shorts and a loose tank top. Mikes head was resting in my lap and he was brushing against my breasts. I don't think the touching was deliberate. Mike was too wrought up from fear and. I wish I could know you in your physical world. As aware as I am of the nature and physiology of the part of you that I will soon enter, I wish I knew who I was. Who was my creator? Was I always what I am. Will I die and eventually go back to where I was before I was born? For now, I am sensing your body. Your tanned arms and shoulders. The peaceful face, gorgeous in its sculpture. The sheet tucked over your thighs and along your belly. Though, I have no awareness of feeling touch, the tactile. . uni jakhan fire elen dekhlam or sarir anchal ta anek ta sare gechhe, ar transparent sada blouse er modhey diye onar apurba sundar boobs puro dekha jachchhe.Uni amake souradeep er ekta payjama diye bollen eta paro. amar konodin payjamar bhitare kichhu pore soyar abhyes nei, kintu mone holo payjama ta khub patla, hayto baire theke sab dekha jabe.. ami payjama niye toilet e jachchhilam- uni bollen ekhanei pore nao, ami chole jachchhi.. amar takhan dhon prochur garam hoye gechhe.. maal na felle.