Holsteinxxx TG Lair

"My fault? How the hell is all of this my fault, Jeff?" screamed Randy. "Well technically you were the one got us in detention..." tried to explain Jeff. "Excuse me?! It was YOUR idea to swap bodies between me and our teacher Mrs. Collins to keep us away from detention and look what happened: she run away, with MY body, had a minor concussion and now she's in the hospital. Plus, we're still forced to be here in detention class, with me as the teacher! What the hell are we supposed to do now?" Randy stormed. After some moment of silence, Jeff said: "Well, you can show me your tits. After all, we've always had the hots for Mrs. Collins..." Without replying, Randy leaned on Jeff's desk, pushing his cleavage out. Jeff's gaze was now glued to his friend temporary generous bust.  "Oh, you wanna see my tits? So you get remain male and also play with Mrs. Collins' tits?" he asked trying to sound sultry.  Jeff...

  "Papi, after I sign this documento can I go back to get hot for la noche?" said Warren. The former champion of masculinity and white privilege could only speak in that mix of broken English and Spanish after a swap with his father's second trophy wife Marta. She was set to inherit a sizeable part of Warren's family assets after his recent death. Warren was trying his hardest to avoid that, before Marta pulled one up and surprise him with the unexpected magical bodyswap. Ever since, Warren has been immersed in oestrogen and has found it difficult to really concentrate on his usual self, becoming more and more feminine and submissive.  "Indeed dear, sign this paper and all will be right!" replied Marta.  Warren giggled and signed away Marta's inheritance rights. At first Marta wanted to seal off any potential move by Warren and then go back to her original body and life, but a taste in the life of the respected Warren made her change her mind. ...

Cheryl adjusted the flower on my head. She smiled and kept talking about how nice I turned out after the ritual.  "If only I could get shorter hair..." I complained.  "Nonsense! Your hair are wonderful, long and thick. I'm jealous of them, you know? You're just complaining now because you always had them short, like a proper square man," she replied gleefully.  "Well, I am a man!" I said.  "Not anymore," Cheryl smiled "Underneath that bush you've got between your legs there's an eager pussy ready for some male seed. And you have such nice and wide hips that are perfect for childbearing! If only I had them when I gave birth to my son..." I grimaced. I didn't want to hear about childbearing hips, giving birth or 'male seed'. Yet, the changes were taking me over at a primal level. A new wetness was brewing deep within me. The ritual did changed me completely and in ways I didn't expect when I agreed to it.  ...