***Author’s Note: Please go back and read the other four parts in their entirety, as this doesn’t really do well as a stand-alone. Thanks and I hope you enjoy.

P.S., I apologize for taking so long with this installment. I had an unfortunate incident at work when I basically crushed my right thumb in an air-powered press at work. It made typing a tad….difficult. I hope to write each part much quicker now that I’ve pretty much healed. Thanks for your patience.

Chapter 9
Thoroughly dazed, I stumbled back to the bedroom, my vision clearing more and more with each tentative step. My mind was reeling. I questioned my own sanity.

Was it really a dream or something that had actually happened to me?

Had I fucked another man?

Maybe this was the dream and I’d awaken with the beautiful Dao-Ming nestled in my arms. As I mulled that last thought I caught a flash of movement to my left. I froze, unsure what I should do. If I was really a woman there was no way I could fend off a determined attacker.

Tremulously, I slowly turned my head towards where I had seen the movement. Fear made my breathing shallow, ragged little gasps.

It was a mirror. The movement had been my own as I walked into the room.

Relief flooded through me momentarily until it slowly dawned on me that my hope that this was the dream was nothing more than wishful thinking. What – more appropriately who – I saw staring back at me from the mirror chilled me to the bone.

A stunning, raven-haired beauty with a lithe, well-toned body sporting large, firm breasts, without a hint of sag and capped with large nipples, over a flat stomach that flowed down to the barest smattering of hair just above the tightest pair of lips I’d ever seen (which wasn’t really that much of a shock to me since most of the women I’ve known were well-practiced in the bedroom arts).

The woman in the mirror turned slightly as I wondered what her backside looked like. Rounded and firm, it blended perfectly with the petite waist and flaring hips perched above long legs which were obviously strong while maintaining every ounce of femininity possible.

My conscious mind was insisting “This isn’t real. This isn’t real.” to itself while my subconscious screamed that it was all too real. While my two halves fought each other, I began a cautious, more thorough, exploration of my new body than the one brief, but supremely pleasurable one, I had on my way to the bathroom.

I cupped my breasts in both hands, feeling the heft of them. If I had to guess, I’d say they probably weighed close to eight pounds each. The nipples were very sensitive to touch, and as I gently tweaked them in various ways, they quickly hardened, standing tall at roughly three-quarters of an inch. Utterly spellbound, I watched in the mirror as I lifted my right nipple to my full lips, first kissing, then sucking on the nipple. I gave a muffled cry of delight when I flicked my tongue across it as I sucked. I lightly rolled my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, adding to the pleasure.

I had the type of breasts I would have spent hours playing with as a man. As it was, I spent a good fifteen, twenty minutes fondling them, amazed at the sensations I was giving my new body. It felt like a thousand tiny fingers were softly running up and down my spine. My breathing grew more rapid and shallow as I pleasured myself more fully this time. I could feel the moisture increasing between my legs, jarringly reminding me about the other momentous change to my body.

Chapter 10

My left hand made a beeline for my pussy, cupping it as I continued my oral assault on my right breast. Tentatively probing with my middle finger, I shuddered deliciously as I once again brushed against that tiny bundle of nerves just starting to emerge from its hood. My breath briefly caught in my throat as I realized that the feeling of my newfound clitoris hardening was nearly identical to what I felt when my former manhood became engorged. The only real difference I noticed was that it felt more….concentrated somehow. I can describe it no better as it is something that has to be experienced firsthand.

Goosebumps were starting to form across my entire body as I stroked my clit, softly at first, then more urgently. When I had still been a man, I thought I had known how to bring pleasure to a woman using just my fingers, but as a woman, I quickly realized just how clumsy those attempts had been. That isn’t to say I didn’t satisfy those women; just that now I somehow instinctively knew just how to stroke, when to slow down and speed up and stop for a breath to prolong the ecstasy. I released my breast to spread my lips with one hand while turning my full attention to my clit with my now incredibly slick finger.

Just as an earth-shaking orgasm rocked me, I heard the door to the suite open. It was too late to stifle the moans I was issuing, nor could I bring myself to care.

I quivered through several more micro-orgasms as I continued to lazily stroke myself, unabashed as I stood just out of view of the suite’s sitting room. I could almost hear the blood pounding in my temples as I ever-so-slowly came down from my orgasmic high. I barely heard Dao-Ming enter the bedroom.

“Congratulations, my dear,” she laughed. “You’ve aroused the two bellhops who brought my purchases for you up to our room. It’s a shame they’re not of legal age. One of them was very well-endowed. I had to send them away by giving them more money than they earn in a month of work.”

I hadn’t noticed her stripping her clothes off as she spoke, so I was mildly startled when I felt her breasts press into my back as she wrapped her arms around my once again sweat-soaked body, her hands seeking and massaging my own heavy breasts.

Nuzzling aside my hair, she lightly kissed the nape of my neck. I pressed my body back into hers with sheer delight even as I vaguely wondered why I wasn’t wrapping my hands around her delicate throat for doing this to me.

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