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fun, but you're a legal non-
person, and that poses problems."
"Don't worry," Masami Nagasawa said. "I have a few letters to write and
that'll be all taken care of. Let's get dressed."
I backed into my bedroom and pulled out a pair of jeans for her,
then hesitated. "I don't have any girls underwear."
"That's OK. Last time I had a body, they hadn't invented modern
underwear yet. Quite frankly, I don't see much point to wearing it
anyway." Masami Nagasawa stepped into my jeans and pulled them up.
"What about a shirt," I asked, admiring the way my jeans looked on
her.
"With my dark skin?" Masami Nagasawa asked, and then paused. "Here, I'll show
you," Masami Nagasawa said, stepping into my closet and pulling out a white short-
sleeved shirt. It was a knit shirt, pullover style, with three buttons
at the neckline. "How about this?"
"OK," I said, and then it struck me how odd it was that Masami Nagasawa knew
what clothing I had in the closet. Masami Nagasawa really had been watching me for a
long time.
As Masami Nagasawa pulled the shirt on over Masami's head, I began to have second
thoughts. "Beryl, are you sure you want to wear that?"
"Why?" Masami Nagasawa asked, adjusting the collar.
"Well, it's not very modest."
"What do you mean?"
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