Part 1: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcbv/art/Albanian-trip-part-1-947626208">www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb&hellip;</a><br /><div>Part 3: <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcbv/art/Albanian-trip-part-3-993319513">www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb&hellip;</a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>If you like my art, sketches, stories, transformations you can find more like this here (thanks to everyone for the support, it's very important for me): <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a> <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div>- &#199;far&#235; dreqin po b&#235;j?! (What the fuck am I doing?!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally stopping in the midst of this madness, John froze as he uttered those words. It seemed that this was the first healthy thought in those few minutes after waking up in an unfamiliar place in an unfamiliar body.</div><div><br /></div><div>Throwing aside women's panties, John contorted his face so that disgust was visible to the naked eye. And it really was. John felt restless, disgusted and disgusted at the mere thought that he was going to put on women's underwear!</div><div><br /></div><div>He! John! John Marson! The son of one of the richest people in the US and one of the main machos was going to wear women's panties?! This is impossible and incomprehensible to the mind!</div><div><br /></div><div>However, it was obvious that his body was female. The weight of the breasts dangling uncontrollably reminded him of it now even when John was just standing there. Long hair and his feminine, neatly manicured hands. Damn it! No! He couldn't believe it.</div><div><br /></div><div>And at that moment the knocking at the door ceased, along with the ringing at the door. John heard voices talking among themselves there, but was not going to answer or even listen to them. His eyes turned to the telephone, which continued to ring.</div><div><br /></div><div>Taking the phone in hand, without thinking twice, John quickly rejected the incoming call and decided to dial his father's number. But instead of his father's voice, some other man picked up the phone on the other end and called him his daughter! Without thinking twice, John disconnected again and tried to dial again, hearing how some "Sweet Pie" still continues to call on the second line.</div><div><br /></div><div>After trying to call several times, John called the same man a couple more times, who thought that John was his daughter, so instead of calling his best friend, he got to some Zamira, who thought that John was his best friend ... And finally, dialing his girlfriend's number on the phone, he saw "Sweet Pie" on the screen and, without even listening to the end, threw the phone against the wall and climbed onto the bed, shouting something in Albanian in madness.<br /></div></div>