Holsteinxxx TG Lair

"WTF?! Dude, are you wearing a dress??" Brad says me at the start of our videocall.  Then, he starts to laugh hysterically and goes on and on on the topic. He mocks my pink dress and my sandals and swears he will tell all our friends back home. "You look like a fucking girl!" he adds once he stops laughing.  "I'm pregnant, you asshole! These are the only things that fit and feel comfortable. Just wait until you reach the seven month of your pregnancy!" I snap back.  "No way dude, no way. I'm two months in and I'm not doing none of that female crap! I'll man through it all the way. Won't even wear a bra like I bet you're doing!" Brad continues to mock. "Moron, just wait and see when all your slim jeans will stop fitting you or when your boobs will feel irritated and bloated. Then we'll talk. Until then, shut the fuck up!"  I thought that having another friend going through pregnancy thanks to the Fertility Pro

Seth tried to not listen to his friends' game of soccer, but they were noisy. He had tried to get as far away as possible, but even from the last row of sunbeds, he could hear them screaming, playing and having fun. He sneaked a peek past his silicone-enhanced chest and saw Rob's girlfriend Ashley in her male body running around. He sighed, adjusting his bikini.  When he agreed to join his friends to Exchange Island, Seth did not expect this. Sure they all thought that switiching genders was possible, but out of the eight of them, Seth was the only one who became a woman. The two girls of the group became men, so Seth felt utterly lonely for most of the day. They told him that they were going to do something together that day, but they decided to play soccer, Seth groaned. He was sporting two tits almost as big as a soccer ball, there was no way he was going to join them.  His envy made him stare at their mainly, sweaty bodies. He was hating their muscles and strength, but the

Charles wanted to go over the pool area of the resort and chill a bit while reading a book, before everyone else was active and he would have to be with all his family. The weekend gateway-reunion was not going as he expected and the 56 years old man found himself cherishing the moment he could spend by himself. However, upon entering the pool area Charles saw that there was the one person he wanted to meet the least: his son James.  Before Charles could turn around and leave, James saw him and called on him.  "Hi, dad. Guess only us guys are early risers?" he asked.  Charles tried to hide his frustation at the casual encounter, while James took off the white dress he was wearing, remaining only in a yellow bikini and showing off even more his 8-month pregnant belly. Charles' gaze fell on his son's stretched belly and he was unable to hide his frown.  When James told his parents that they were expecting a baby, they didn't say that it was James expecting and not

"Honey, I'm home!" Linda said. She dropped the suitcase and was glad to let it loose of the tie she was wearing. She was exhausted. Linda always thought her husband Richard had it so much simpler than her. She just couldn't figure it out how hard it could be to be an accountant in 1954. He just needed to put numbers together. Plus he was free to do what he wanted, meet people, go to places eat out, while she was always at home taking care of the house. So she dared Richard into swapping places for a week with a magic spell and went off to her first day of work as a man, leaving him as the hapless housewife.  Only, it was not as easy she thought. Her collegues were all squares and boring, she had barely time to go to the washroom and grab a sandwich from the kiosk just outside the office and to top it off, she got 45 minutes stuck in traffic. She could see why Richard was coming home always spent and in need of a drink.  "Honey, where are you? I'm home!"