The sissy froze.Do I need to remind you how a sissy walks, she asked? Now try again.Pansy began to take little mincing steps. Stop! ordered the wife a...ain.You will start your sissy movement training with the SissyTec SWISHprogram, but you might as well begin to practice. You are to swivelyour hips and wiggle your ass as you walk. You are also to hold yourhands out with the fingers extend and your wrists limp, waving them asyou go. Now, start again. Pansy moved ahead hesitatingly, trying. I had pulled a folding bed in front of the sheet and made it up with my sister's spare bedding, making sure none of it was the same color of green as the background. The reason for the green background is I could use my computer to digitally edit in any background so it would look like the bed and my sister were anywhere.My cameras were reprogrammed by me so I could record images with 4000 gigapixles per square decimeter. The images were so sharp that you could actually believe you were there.. Our neighbors to the back, were the same neighbors the whole time. They had a son a year younger than me, and a daughter my sister's age, being 4 years older.So proximity and age made us friends, and we grew up together.At some point puberty hit us all, but I can't be sure what age. But I do recall suddenly being aware that the daughter, let's call her Debbie (since that was her name), had grown quite large breasts. It must have been as puberty was arriving for me, because I started getting. Evelyn made her way to the bedroom and quickly stripped out of her clothes. Olivia had made her incredibly horny, and she needed to come. She lay on her bed, spread her legs and rubbed the hood of her clit feverishly. “Fuck yes,” she moaned.Her cell phone chimed. It was probably her husband, she thought, and was snapped back to reality.“Ohhh-yess! Lick my clit harder, Paul!” Olivia’s voice coming through the cell phone surprised Evelyn.She jumped off the bed and hurried to the bedroom window.