Holsteinxxx TG Lair

On the first fourth of July he officially spent as an American citizen, Sergei decided to surprise his American husband, greeting him only wearing panties and with two pinwheels with the US flag. He was happy to have become American and was even more happy to be making new American citizens. Surely his first idea was to make them as a father, but he started to like his new role of the All-American mum.  For years, Sergei had tried everything to move in the United States. Unfortunately, his dad was a security hazard because he used to work for the local secret service and Sergei himself once tried to extend his stay illegally. So when the government tightened controls, he was barred for life. Until he found out about the Custom Wife program. Once Sergei figured out that by joining it he could circumvent immigration laws and receive citizenship after three years, he jumped on the occasion. Little it mattered to him that he would become a woman.  Sergei had became Sarah, a big-ti...

The penthouse suite's bathroom was all covered in grey, and Frankie stood in front of the mirror checking the last touches for the night. She was wearing a very revealing black dress with white pearls attached. The top of it was just two strings of fabric over her breasts, leaving her arms, her shoulders and most of her waist and belly exposed. She had to tape her nipples to the dress, to avoid them from popping out of the dress.  She looked at the woman staring back. Blonde now. Six months ago it had been dark brown, the same shade as her daughter's hair. The same shade as Stacy's hair. That had been too much. Every time she caught her reflection, she'd seen her own little girl looking back, and her stomach had turned itself inside out. So she'd changed it. Blonde hair, long and wavy. Heavy eyeliner that winged out at the corners. Thick lashes, false and dramatic. Lip filler that made her mouth look pouty and full, nothing like Stacy's natural lips. Not...

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"A-are you sure?" Jake asked the stranger who was waving a wad of money in his face.  "Absolutely. I want you to take down the face mask and cough on me. I can pay you more if you want," the man replied. "That...that's OK..." Jake said, before asking "May I ask why though? Most people want to keep us infected at distance while we're still contagious. Are you secretly trans or something?" The man just smiled: "No, not really. Tell you the truth, I'm not so sure I want to be infected, but right now I can't find another solution. I need to disappear, and fast. I figured being infected with the Bimbo virus and becoming a woman could be one of the best way to do that." Jake nodded. He felt that he didn't want to know more. The guy in front of him had stopped him while he was walking down the park and looked fit and not particularly dangerous. His bimbo side of the brain commented that it was a shame to let such a nice hef...

Mark thought that he must have dozed off while watching TV because he barely heard the entry gate opening. It was quite late in the night and he was sure that his father was already home. Mark had the shock of his life when he looked out the window.  There stood Derek, Mark's bully from high school that was still harassing him even now that he had finished college, because they ended up working in the same company. And next to him, holding his hand, was a woman. Young, maybe Mark's age. Blonde hair falling past her shoulders. Big blue eyes. A long leather jacket opened on a tight little dress that showed off a body that oozed sex. She looked nervous, leaning on Derek. "What the hell are you doing here?" Mark went out of the house at a reasonable distance, fists balled. "And who the hell is she?" Derek smiled. He looked different. Bigger. His jaw was wider, his shoulders broader, his chest straining against his jacket, his features sharper. He'd al...