Xiaofeng gazed tenderly into Mingxia’s eyes, their faces just inches apart on the pillow. She still marveled at how natural it felt to be here like this, wrapped up in her girlfriend’s arms. To think that just months ago, she had been a clumsy, clueless white guy named Steven, stumbling his way through expat life in Beijing. But then he’d met Mingxia, and everything changed. The spark between them was undeniable and shone brightly through the barrier of language and culture. Mingxia was patient with his fumbling attempts at Mandarin, charmed by his efforts to speak her tongue. They fell into a romance: kisses and touches snatched between Steven’s ESL classes.
There was just one problem. Mingxia was a lesbian, through and through. She adored Steven’s gentle soul, but she could never fully give herself to a male body, no matter how much her heart yearned for it. She ached for familiar soft curves and yielding flesh of a woman’s body. It seemed their relationship was doomed. Until the day Mingxia shared her deepest secret: an ancient Chinese magic passed down through her family line. A way to reshape qi, to mold body and spirit into a new form. That night, trembling with fear and desire, Steven consented to the ritual. He drank the shimmering potion and felt his world dissolve into light. When he opened his eyes again, he had become Xiaofeng: a perfect vision of Chinese beauty, with delicate features, silky black hair, and an all-natural petite figure. Mingxia had wept with joy as she caressed her now girlfriend’s new contours, amazed at the rightness of it. Unable to restrain herself a moment longer, Mingxia crushed her lips to Xiaofeng’s, enjoying in their incredible softness and the intoxicating taste of her transformed lover. Xiaofeng melted into the kiss, moaning as Mingxia’s nimble hands roamed her newly sensitive body, mapping every inch.
Frantic with need, Mingxia tore off Xiaofeng’s clothes, revealing pert nipples that begged for attention. She took one in her hot mouth, teasing the stiff bud with teeth and tongue until Xiaofeng was writhing and keening from the unfamiliar pleasure sparking through her nerves. Smirking wickedly, Mingxia trailed open-mouthed kisses down Xiaofeng’s trembling body until she reached her pussy. With a slow, deliberate lick, she parted Xiaofeng’s glistening folds and delved inside. “Ahhh! Mingxia, it’s too soon!” Xiaofeng gasped out, hips bucking as jolts of ecstasy shot through her core. She fisted her hands in her lover’s hair, mindlessly riding her mouth. Every lap and suck stoked an inferno that built inside. Her eyes snapping shut, Xiaofeng gave herself over to the pleasure. Mingxia worked her mercilessly, licking and suckling and fucking her virgin pussy with a singular focus until Xiaofeng was begging for release. With a final suck to Xiaofeng’s throbbing clit, Mingxia sent her hurtling over the edge. Xiaofeng wailed in pleasure, her body convulsing helplessly from the force of her orgasm.
Mingxia smiled as she watched her conquered lover pant, dark eyes promising a long night of passion ahead. “That’s a good girl,” she purred. “And we’re just getting started…” For the next few months, they were together in bliss, their bodies compatible in every way. They made love for hours, exploring every secret spot, going to greater and greater heights of pleasure. Mingxia couldn’t keep her hands off her beautiful creation, endlessly fascinated by her responsiveness. And Xiaofeng loved her ability to drive her lover wild with the slightest touch or moan. Their passion burned brighter now that flesh and spirit were perfectly aligned.
But now Mingxia pulled back slightly, her eyes troubled as her fingers traced Xiaofeng’s soft cheek. “My love… you know this cannot be forever. The change is only for short time.” Her voice caught, the English that Xiaofeng still needed making it even harder to express her troubles. “You now need decide. If you want stay as Xiaofeng, to be with me, I can make it be forever. But this time, it won’t only be body. Your mind, your memories, your soul will shift to match this face. You will speak Mandarin like me but I not sure you will remember English. You will have Chinese ideas like me, and I not sure your old way will remain. I don’t know if you’ll remember any your life as Steven.”
Xiaofeng bit her lip, anxiety building in her chest. To lose her identity, her native tongue, every fundamental truth that defined her… it was terrifying. But she knew the alternative was to be even more gut-wrenching. Even so, she had to ask. “And if I change back?”
Mingxia closed her eyes. “Then we cannot be together. I love you so much, but I cannot betray my heart. I need a woman. If you become Steven again… It’s over.”
Xiaofeng’s heart seized. To give up her very self, or to lose her soulmate forever? She gazed at Mingxia, drinking in every beloved detail, from the color of her eyes to the shape of her lips. But, in that moment, she realized there was no choice at all. Slowly, tenderly, Xiaofeng leaned in and captured Mingxia’s mouth in a passionate kiss, trying to pour a lifetime’s worth of love into that single press of lips. When they finally broke apart, she whispered to her lover.
“I choose you, I choose us. Make me yours, forever.”
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