She later said that if she letme, dress up, it would be a phase that would pass," she threw her handsup to indicate her dress, "It clearly hasn't." sh... said with a largesmile."She's fine with it now," said Jilly. "She's given up trying to stophim."Tammy rolled her eyes."No one can stop me, or make me stop." She thought for a moment. "I'mnot sure why I dress up. All I know is that I like dressing up. It makesme... a better person?"Jilly was nodding emphatically."Tom is a great big brother, but. I had to graduate to a larger pack or leave someessentials behind, simply could not do that. Well got everythingpacked the second try around, and then came the many attempts to hoistthe pack and settle it on my back. It was like lifting a rear end of a'54 Chevy Belair, hopeless. Got it up, balanced it on a kitchencounter, shimmed the pack straps on and stepped away from the counter. Two disasters occurred at the same time. One I started to tip overbackwards, two I had a blowout with a. Tammy was a revelation to Martin--hisexperience with girls was limited to the still-flat-chested,teddy-bear shaped girls in his school. She was dressed in herusual "tease" outfit: frilly pink panties, a generously paddedbra (making her at least a 35C), matching garter belt, sheerhose, a tight pink sweater, pink mini-skirt (falling about sixinches aboves her knees), pink ankle sox with lace at the cuffs,and pink patent-leather pumps with four-inch heels.Well, when Martin saw Teasing Tammy in. ?" I was trying to get the special d**g I gave him to activate (guess what part of the body gets it going...?)."Hmm. I like girls that are twenty or so. Sometimes thirty year olds. Redheads are pretty hot. Of course I would like it if a woman would..."He stopped. "Something wrong?" I asked.His face got red. "Nothing." then a moment later. "Oh shit!" He couldn't help but get even redder and I didn't dare give him the idea that I caused it (I didn't dare look "south". Yet...)."What is wrong?".