Chinese/Indonesian/Vietnamese

Anna hurried across the street from the bar, so distracted she nearly got run over by a taxi, "Josh... let me in the car... let me in the car now!" She was out of breath and her eyes were unfocussed, at first Josh thought she was high or drunk. He opened the door for her as she reached the car and she threw herself into the backseat, hand vanishing under her skirt practically before she hit the leather.

"Anna, what the hell?!"

"Sorry-oohh-sorry Josh. A guy at one of the tables goosed me and... Mmm...." She arched as her hand picked up speed, inadvertently giving him a good look up her skirt, "I thought I could make it through the shift but my plug was all wrong and it just... kept... rubbiiiing!" She practically went into bridge position as the orgasm hit her and Josh confirmed what he thought he'd seen before: under a floss-thong, opposite her spasming fingers, a pink cylinder of plastic disappeared into her ass. Josh nearly creamed his pants. He hadn't been this hard since his girlfriend had first seduced him into covering the rent.

He glanced around warily, noting that more than a few faces were sneering through the glass of the bar at the exhausted Chinese girl in the back of his car. A few flipped him off as he closed the door and drove off. Jeez, how did she even survive there? While Anna recovered in the back seat, Josh tried to "remember" what was different about this new world.

Anna's outburst had reminded him of her heritage: Chinese mother, Indonesian/Vietnamese father. He recalled how he'd chosen to implement the rule and chuckled giddily: he hadn't even thought about what would happen if genes passed between Asian countries. As his newly formed memories told him, Asian women were almost like dogs up until the early parts of last century: different breeding programs led to different combinations of fetishes. In Anna's case, she was dominantly a Chinese Masturbator with an Indonesian anal fetish and Vietnamese watersport tendencies. It was almost like one of those children's card games he used to play.

He recalled being really into the history of it all when he was in high school, a myriad of dates, hypothetical biology, and breeds popping into his head as he remembered. Recently the U.N. had been working to stamp out the practice in the modern world and the civil rights movement was hard at work trying to bring equality to hyper-fetishized asian women... but it had dragged on for the better part of a century with no end in sight.

Josh noticed a disproportionately large number of asian women on the roads now that he was paying attention. He remembered his mom complaining about it when he was young, how 'those hussies bred themselves into global society'. He was honestly a little blown away by all this. On the one hand, he wanted to pick up his phone and check out that app. On the other, he felt like he could spend a lifetime adjusting to this brave new world.

As he pulled up to Anna's apartment complex, he pondered his options before glancing into the backseat. Anna's hand had disappeared into her skirt again but this time around the back, moving with slow deliberate movements as her mouth formed a silent 'O'. His boner, which had never really gone away, attained steel hardness once more. He remembered that Kelly was still his girlfriend in this reality....