***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.