Taking a baseball metaphor further than necessary, HPHH contains two strikes and more balls than we could count. The strikes are a few trannies, who wouldn't pass in the darkest of nightclubs. We think it's safe to say that five o'clock shadow and forest-like assholes kinda destroy the illusion for many trans fans.

Other than the testy testosterone issue, this South American spooge-a-thon contains some decent action; mainly in threeways where the T's dot all the eyes. And lips. And chins. Now that's teamwork.

Retailing: Decent, threeway tranny action.