A Bangkok Twist

David woke up feeling very groggy. The last thing he remembered was pulling his cock out of a whore he had just fucked. Then it all got hazy. He briefly recalled a hospital or a clinic and a doctor, but that too was blurry and confused.

He sat up with a start. Was he in an accident? Was he okay? If he was why was he in a cheap hotel room? Collecting himself he took a deep breath and looked across the room at the mirror. To his surprise he saw a beautiful Thai girl with short black hair, a perfect oval face and round eyes that tapered at the ends.

David turned around expecting to see that girl behind him, but no one was there. He looked back in the mirror and raised his hand, the reflection did the same. His eyes went wide and so did the reflection’s.

In shock he looked down. What David saw was stunning. His skin was the beautiful bronze/tan of the Thai people. He had firm and perky “b” cup breast with small areolas. As David looked further down he saw his tight and toned abdomen, below that was a shaved crotch. His body ended with long smooth legs.

He looked back at the mirror and the Asian girl staring back at him. “No, this is a dream. A very vivid dream but a dream, damn it,” he said to himself. “I must have been fucking too many Thai whores this week or something.” David slapped his face a few times then pinched his leg. Nothing, no reaction. This was real, he realized. Then he looked around the room.