“I understand that the rules for girls and boys are different, Ma’am,” I answered.“No, if you were a little girl, then you could run around wi...hout clothes at the beach, and no one would care. There isn’t anything on a little girl but a tiny slit and a flat chest just like a boy. No one cares but once you start to develop like us then everything changes, Eddie.” My Aunt explained.She told me that as boys mature they start to like girls and they WANT to show off. She explained that as girls. It slides down over my forearms, down the insides of my toned upper arms, and down the swell of my breasts, where it’s hem deliciously lingers, trapped by my nipples. Gravity carries its delicate lace hemline over the tips as the fabric falls to its full length with a whoosh!“Oh!” I exclaim, caught off-guard by the thrill.Oma laughs, a laugh like wind-chimes in a summer’s breeze, “yes, my dear, it is silk, really fine silk, and you will have to get used to enjoying that feeling without giving. Everyone has a unique story to tell. What’s your story?’ ‘Oh, boy,’ he said with a big smile. ‘I can tell you some stories about some of my customers on my route. You know bored and lonely housewives who’d like a wild romp with the UPS man. I think it may be the uniform,’ he said looking down at himself. ‘Yeah, there’s something about those short pants that gets women going,’ I teased. ‘Would you like me to write one of your stories for you?’ ‘Gees, I don’t know. How much do you charge?’ ‘Since. Plus you'd get to wear a superfancy dress." What dress?" I could make one tomorrow," Ms. Hughes raised her hand."You can make a fancy dress in a day?" Georgia asked.Ms. Hughes looked at her sideways. "Yes... I can sew. Besides I know afew tricks. We'll have to get her hair done, and her nails." What about Kate, doesn't she need a dress?" Charles asked."Don't worry. I've got one. It's a big puffy pink one, I haven't had achance to wear it. And also, unless anyone has any objection, I cantake.