And her breath tasted like popsicles or something fruity. I started kissing her with an intense passion, slid my hands behind her back, pulled her aga...nst me, and she felt it.She pulled back, looked down, looked up in my eyes, and smiled."Obviously something on your mind?" Miranda said.I looked her in the eyes, looking down, and didn't hesitate."You," I responded.She looked at me, having closed the door, looked over my shoulder and smiled."Anyone home?" Miranda said."Nope," I responded.She. Miss Brat is the right girl for this mission, to train a crossdressing sissy. Miss Brat gave him some sexy clothes, pretty much a schoolgirl outfit. He went to change and the “she” was ready and willing to do everything that Miss Brat has to demand. Starting this fetish session with a walk, yes, Miss Brat told her to walk around the room like a woman. The effort of that man trying to be effeminized was awesome. sissy trainingThe high heels were the only problem here, everything else was good to. Instead of going hog-wild and too-short like some girls, my sister’s hems stayed within a reasonable length from her knees. Yet, sitting as she was now, even her modest dress hem had ridden up far enough to show quite a bit of leg. Pantyhose had been introduced into this girl’s wardrobe a year or so ago, but she seemed to be uncomfortable wearing them. After last period in school she often came out to my truck with the feminine undergarments stuck inside her purse. Today was one of those days.. ”, said Emily.“Here’s your share”, said Ms Rutherford has she handed Emily a few bills from Ruth’s envelope“Just relax. Your next trick is in 15 minutes”, said Ms Rutherford --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE FLIGHT“Is that your girlfriend ?”, asked Linda“She’s not my girlfriend, silly. We just get together whenever she takes this flight and I’m on duty”, answered RhondaThe two women were middle-age.