I stood, surrounding, in a sea of people. We all moved as one, gently swaying one direction and then another. We looked like stalks of wheat during a summer breeze or sea grass rocking to the moon's invisible pull. And the entire world was awash in sound. The most beautiful sound in the world. My hands were in the air as I swayed and I felt a spiritual, almost religious, connection to the music that set us swaying. Because, while I was just a tiny part of a larger group, my attention (everyone's attention) was focused on the center. Towards our Goddess. In that moment, I felt transcendent, like nothing in the world mattered but the music speaking to my soul.

I guess other people in the audience thought differently. To them, it may just have been a concert. Something to do on a Friday night in a mid-sized city with nothing else really going on. In fact, the singer was just the opening act. She'd sing for an hour then someone else would come along and sing for two. But for me, it was the most important and uplifting experience of my life.

At the time I was 19 years old and a sophomore in college. The woman singing on stage was 28 years old, her name was Young-Mi and she had been my idol from the time she was 18. I found a clip of her singing on the internet. She was already a pretty big deal in South Korea but her song was in English. Her music was K-Pop, you know Korean pop music. Most of the people in the U.S. know about Gangnam Style or maybe Rain, but K-Pop is even bigger than that. There are a bunch of absolutely beautiful and talented female artists in addition to those boys. It is almost surprising they don't have a bigger following here in America. And Young-Mi was the best. She has the most amazing videos, most of them in English. She is a great dancer, I mean one of the best dancers. And her videos are fun and the songs are really catchy. If you can hear one without humming along, you are not human.

And Young-Mi is absolutely the most beautiful and the most talented woman on Earth. I could write pages and pages about her various songs and they way they've made my life better. I mean, the content is usually pretty light, that is the nature of pop music. But you can just tell by the way she sings and the quality of her songs that she really has the soul of an artist. As for beauty, I can't say enough. She has the perfect, ovular face with big brown eyes and the longest eye lashes I have ever seen. Her nose is small and perfectly symmetrical. Her cheeks are high and full and her lips are thick and pink. She has the most incredibly long, straight black hair. She was a short woman, around 5'4 and very thin. She had pretty big breasts for an Asian woman, a perfect stomach, and voluptuous hips, and a bit of a bubble butt. From the first time I saw her, I knew that I wanted to look exactly like her, she was perfect.

The song ended and I clapped wildly, like I had for every other song. She smiled at the crowd.

"Thank you all for coming and listening to me. You have all been so amazing," she said in her delicate voice. I could hear her voice whenever I closed my eyes. I'd seen every interview she'd ever given, but it was so amazing to hear it in real life. "I have time for one more song, you've been wonderful!" I let out a groan, other people just clapped politely. I couldn't believe it was almost over, I felt like I'd just gotten there. I heard a man standing next to me say something to his friend. I was a little annoyed that he was speaking while she was speaking, but I overheard what he was saying.

"Yeah, my girlfriend ran back to get me a beer. I told her it was the least she could do for dragging me to this thing. Although, I have to admit this...Young, whatever... this chick. I have to admit, she is pretty fucking hot," he said and his buddy started to laugh.

"Dude!" his friend said, but couldn't finish from laughing

"What?" He asked. His friend laughed once more, and then managed to speak.

"Dude, I was talking to my girlfriend about Young-Mi, she told me, that chick has a dick!" he said laughing again, "And you think she's hot!" The guy looked on the stage.

"No fucking way! That chick?!"

"I swear to God, I looked it up, she was born a dude," the guy said. Well there was that as well. And I didn't like the way it felt like they were making fun of her. I looked over at them acidly.

"She is a transwoman," I spat, "please be quiet, I want to hear her sing." The guys looked at me and laughed again. Then one guys, the one who had "outed" Young-Mi to his friend, got wide eyed and I saw him look back and forth between me and the stage.

"Woah honey, you kind of look like her," he said to me and then laughed harder, "No offense."

"None taken," I said, feeling absolutely steamed. Luckily, the music built to a deafening level and I turned my eyes back to the stage and watched Young-Mi singing one of my favorite songs. Suddenly, whatever discomfort I felt with those men melted away. That was the way I always felt, whenever I heard her music I didn't feel weird or out of place.

It was difficult, I'd always known I would grow up to be a woman, even if my parents told me I was a boy. And when I'd discovered Young-Mi, I learned that I could not only grow up to be a woman, I could grow up to be a beautiful, famous, and brilliant woman. She was honest about her genetic make-up, she was fiercely resistant to any transphobia, and she kept a sense of humor. She was the absolute perfect role model for a girl like me. I wanted to BE her. She was the person who gave me the courage to demand that my parents begin giving me hormones when I was 10 and kept at them until they finally broke down and did it when I was 12. They still didn't accept me for who I was, but they knew they couldn't stop it. And she was the one who kept me going through high school and even now, into college. She was the most important influence on my life.

To honor her, and to try to make myself as beautiful as possible, I'd tried to make myself as much like her as possible. The jerks at the concert weren't lying; I did look a lot like Young-Mi. I had to wear contacts, so I wore the ones that made my eyes the same shade as hers (mine are naturally a less brilliant shade of brown, almost gray). I cut my hair to look like her hair and wore lipstick the same color as her lips. I used makeup to accentuate my cheekbones to give myself the same elegant look as her. I saved up my money and got breast implants and butt implants to make myself look like her. And I worked out constantly so I'd have the same flat stomach and thin legs as her. I put a picture of her in the corner of my mirror so that I could check myself against her each morning. I couldn't help that I was a little shorter than her at 5'3, but other than that I was pretty close. The guy was trying to make a joke about my appearance, but I took it as a compliment. Anyway, it likely meant his friend thought I was hot.

I was thinking about this when suddenly a person ran into me from behind. I was off-balance from swaying to the music and landed on my knees. At first I thought it was the men from before, I'd had my share of tormentors in the past. I knew how they operated. I rolled over and looked at the person who'd knocked me down at my favorite part of the song! But it wasn't one of the men from before. It was a young woman, a little older than me. She looked frazzled. The song came to an end, there was polite applause and the lights went on. I looked around to see if anyone was laughing at me. When bad things happened, people laughed at me. But no one seemed to notice. Even the guys from before were walking away while the roadies started moving Young-Mi's stuff off the stage for the main act.

"I am so sorry," the woman said, as soon as she could be heard. She stood up quickly then extended her arm down. I was still a little mad that she'd made me miss the end of the song, but I took her hand and she helped me up, "Hey I really didn't mean to do that, I have got like a thousand things to do and...:"

"It's okay," I said, turning to look, trying to catch one more glance of my idol before she walked off the stage, but she was already gone. Dejected, I hung my head while the woman continued to speak at me.

"Oh hey!" She said suddenly, "You look a lot like Young-Mi!" That brightened me a little I looked up at her.

"I'm her biggest fan," I said softly. The woman clapped and smiled.

"Did you come here just for her? Were you going to stay for the next act?" she asked. I found her behavior odd, but her good-natured interest in me put me at ease. I answered her questions.

"Yes, I've been wanting to see her for ten years. I was just going to leave now," I said honestly.

"No!" she said, "No she is absolutely going to flip when she sees you!" the woman said and I was confused, she hadn't seen me. She was already off stage.

"What?" I asked, feeling confused. The woman didn't seem to notice what I was saying. She looked over her shoulder at the stage.

"My name is Sarah. I am her Young-Mi's assistant," she said. I felt a simmering resentment for her. Had I known such a position was even possible, I would have been trying to get it for the last two years. She extended her hand again and I shook it. "Sometimes she gets a little bit down at these shows in the U.S. It is tough on her, not being a star. I mean, she is so big in Korea and in South America. So what do you think?" she asked. She looked at me quizzically, like she was expecting an answer. I sputtered for a minute.

"Yeah, I can never figure out why she is not more popular..." I said uneasily. I didn't like the idea of Young-Mi being upset. Sarah laughed sweetly.

"No, I mean do you want to cheer her up? Go meet her?" Sarah said. I felt light-headed. I had fantasized about just this moment from the time I was 9 years old. Someone, somehow, finding out that I needed to meet Young-Mi and then setting up a meeting. I felt so dizzy I almost toppled over.

"I...uh..."

"Oh hey it is cool if you don't want to," Sarah said, raising her hands to let me know there was no pressure. I sputtered again and she started to turn around.

"NO!" I yelled, almost too loud. She turned back, "I really, really, really want to meet her." Sarah laughed and took my hand.

"Follow me," she said, "She will be back stage relaxing in her dressing room." I followed Sarah but my head was completely in the clouds. I was going to meet Young-Mi! What would I say? What would she say? Would she like me? Would she be even more beautiful in person? I didn't even notice as we passed through hallways and walked down stairs. I was completely inside of my head. Finally we reached a closed door with "Young-Mi" temporarily stenciled on it. My heart was beating like a hummingbird. I felt like I might keel over. This was really happening! Sarah knocked on the door.

"Yes?" A voice ask. 'A voice' what am I saying, THE voice, the Goddess spoke. I could hear her through the door. I was just a few feet away from Young-Mi.

"It's Sarah, I ran into a fan out on the arena floor. I think you'll want to meet her," Sarah said and then gave me a big smile. I couldn't contain myself, I smiled and jumped up and down.

"Of course, send her in," Young-Mi said. Sarah opened the door and motioned for me to walk in. Very slowly, I walked into the dressing room. It was cramped little dressing room. One side wall had a big green couch. On the far wall it had just a table, a mirror, and a chair. But sitting in that chair was Young-Mi! She looked stunning close up. Her hair was shining and her face looked serene, beautiful. She was wearing a little white robe and I could see her sparkling blue dress and a thong lying on the floor in heap. The robe was only cinched loosely, her cleavage was clearly visible. I was intensely aware that Young-Mi was not wearing anything under her robe! She brushed some hair out of her face languidly and smiled.

"Hello, so nice to meet you!" she said with such utter sincerity. I moved towards her and took her hand. I had her hand in mine! Her skin felt so soft that I held it slightly too long. She had a sort of embarrassed look on her face and I dropped her hand.

"So...So good to meet you too," I said, realizing that Young-Mi was hearing my voice!

"Doesn't she look like you?" Sarah asked from the doorway. Young-Mi looked at me and smiled.

"I don't know," she said, "She looks younger. And prettier." I couldn't control my smile. Now I knew I was younger than, but not nearly as pretty as, her. But she said I was pretty!

"Oh you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I am your absolute biggest fan," I managed to say and Young-Mi laughed.

"I see why Sarah brought you," she said. Then she looked over my shoulder at Sarah, "Thanks for bringing her here. Go ahead out and watch the rest of the show, you don't need to stay here and baby-sit us. Just put whatever else you brought over on the counter." Sarah didn't speak, just nodded, set down a bunch of papers, and then walked out of the room. She closed the door behind me. Now I was alone in a room with my hero. It was just too perfect!

"Would you like something to drink?" Young-Mi asked me, pointing to her mini-fridge. My mouth felt dry, but I didn't want to bother her, so I shook my head.

"I've wanted to look like you since I was 9 years old," I blurted out. I had planned out, in detail, long conversations I would have with Young-Mi if I ever got the chance, but those ideas were out the window. I was too overcome. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I noticed each little movement that she made. She seemed not to take much notice of what I said but kept smiling. She spoke back gently.

"So what is your name?" she asked. It was apparent she realized that I was not capable of starting a normal conversation. But I was very proud of my next answer.

"Young-hee," I said. She looked at me quizzically. She was sitting in a chair and she crossed her legs at the knee and leaned forward towards where I was standing.

"A Korean name huh?" she asked looking me over, "A very pretty name. I didn't think you looked Korean."

"I'm not!" I said, my words spilling out I was so proud, "My mom is Japanese-American and my dad is from Argentina. I took my name because it sounded like yours." It was something I had decided on early in my transition to womanhood. A way to honor Young-Mi. A Korean name that sounded almost identical her name. I don't know what I expected her to do. But her brow just sort of furrowed and she titled her head to the side. She wasn't smiling anymore.

"What did your name used to be?" she asked. I blushed heavily and looked down at my feet. I wasn't anything before I was Young-hee, before I was a human monument to my Goddess. But I couldn't lie.

"Ignacio," I said uncomfortably. I heard Young-Mi cluck her tongue.

"Are you a girl like me?" she asked I was still bowing down, my eyes closed. But I felt a sudden pressure on my chin. My eyes flew open and Young-Mi tilted my chin up so I was looking at her. She was so gentle. She raised her eyebrows inquisitively.

"Yes," I said, smiling, "You made me think it was okay to be a girl like you. I named myself after you." It was what I had always wanted to say to her. If nothing else, I wanted to say that. I saw tears welling in her eyes.

"Young-hee," she said, "You make me want to keep going, to keep being a singer." And I felt a sudden wave of euphoria wash over me. I felt tears in my eyes as well. This was absolutely perfect. Young-mi pointed over towards the couch and I sat down on it, she sat down next to me. Right next to me, our knees were touching.

'Young-Mi," I said, "I have imagined meeting you a thousand times. I know everything about you..." I started telling her all of things about me. All of the ways that she had helped me through the hard times in my life, how she was still helping me with hard times in my life. I told about things that I knew that happened in her life and how they had affected me. The whole time she looked at me and nodded. Occasionally she would say something, but usually she would just let me talk. We spoke for almost twenty minutes. She looked so beautiful. Her body was so perfect. I just wished that I was even more like her. I was sitting next to her on the couch, looking directly into her beautiful eyes while I spoke. I saw her interest in me. It was divine. I felt myself leaning in closer to her, trying to sink into her eyes. And I kept talking about her. Telling her everything I loved about her.

Finally, I said, "I just know, when it is all over, when I am just like you and everything that used to be me is gone, then I will finally be happy." I saw her tilt her head to the side. Suddenly, I felt an uncontrollable her urge to show her how much I loved her. She was the midwife who'd birthed me into the world. A second mother. How could I show her how important she was to me? I knew I was saying all the things I wanted to say, but I wanted her to feel what I feel. I didn't really think, I just acted. I leaned forward quickly and pressed my lips against hers. Her lips were softly, velvety. My own lips sort of sunk into hers. It was magical. But she did not move. I opened my eyes and saw that her eyes were open. Finally, she put her hands on my shoulders and gently, but forcefully, pushed me away.

"Young-hee! You can't do that!" she said. And suddenly I realized what I had done. I felt so ashamed of myself. I had no intention of forcing myself on her. What the Hell was I thinking? I should have kissed her cheek or hugged her. I had never had erotic thoughts about her. Had I? That wasn't the kind of love I wanted to show. Now she was going to hate me. I felt my face turn red, "I know I am a celebrity of sorts, and I know that you are my fan, but there are boundaries. We need to have a talk."

"I know, I am sorry," I said quickly, "I was just so excited to see you." She nodded but looked stern.

"I know sweetheart," she said soothingly, and I felt a little bit better, "But it is more than just...just you kissing me." She looked at me as though she was trying to see if I understood. I did not.

"What do you mean?" She sighed and sat back in the couch and crossed her arms over her breasts. She didn't look annoyed, but she stared at me appraisingly. I felt uncomfortable. This had turned out terribly. I'd never felt so awful in my entire life. But finally, the tortuous silence ended and she spoke.

"Why did you say that you wanted to turn into me?" she asked cautiously.

"It's just, nothing ever goes right for me and it just...you are so perfect. You are so perfect and happy. I am just so tired of my life. I want your life," I stammered, saying things out loud I had hardly ever consciously thought about. I thought back to my tormentors: people in school, people in my neighborhood, my parents. I knew that Young-Mi didn't know any of them and would never need to. All those people had reasons to hate me, but if I could become Young-Mi, then I people would love me. And I would love me too.

"You are not me and you are never going to be me," Young-Mi said, almost coldly. Her sudden change in tone threw me off balance. I felt a sharp stab in my stomach. I looked up at her beautiful eyes but didn't see any tenderness, just determination. This was my worst fear ever! She was offended that I wanted to be like her.

"Yes, but..." I started, feeling the tears already start to fall from my eyes. She cut me off.

"There is only one Young-Mi one Earth. You are looking at her. You can't replicate me, you can't make a Young-Mi 2.0," she said. For a moment, I thought that maybe she thought I wanted to replace her! Like I was stalking her or something so I could upstage her.

"No, I don't want to replace you, I just want to honor you!" I begged. I grabbed for Young-Mi's hand to make her believe I was telling the truth, but she pulled back from me. I moved back, like she was going to strike me. She stared at me again, looking icy.
"I am not a Goddess!" She yelled at me suddenly and my blood ran cold. How did she know about the way I thought about her, "I am not to be worshipped."

"But..." I started. Then she spoke, not yelling at me now, but almost a whisper. I stopped speaking and listened to her.

"Do you think I am always happy?" she asked? She brushed her beautiful long hair out of her eyes and looked at me.

"Well..." I said, thrown off by the sudden change in question.

"I am most assuredly not," she explain, still very softly. I looked at her and the iciness was gone, replaced by innocence and vulnerability, "I work very hard, only occasionally sincerely enjoying my work. I travel constantly, which makes me irritable and tired. And...my personal relationships are not good. I do not speak to either of my parents or anyone else in my family. I see my close friends far too rarely. And as for my love life..." she said. She looked at me searchingly. I stayed completely quiet. It was like she was appraising whether to tell me more. I was so confused. I didn't know what to do. Finally, she decided to speak on, "My boyfriend broke up with me yesterday. How can I be happy today Young-hee?"

"But...But..." I sputtered, I was absolutely shocked. My eyes were wide and my mouth was agape.

"You didn't know I had a boyfriend Young-hee?" Young-Mi asked me sternly. I couldn't speak, I just shook my head, "don't you read all the articles about me in magazines and check my website and my Facebook page?" she asked.

"Every day!" I said, almost like I was pleading with her to forgive my ignorance.

"Maybe what you see in those magazines isn't all there is to me," She said quietly, with compassion in her voice. "Maybe I had a boyfriend. An American TV actor who loved me but was ashamed that he loved me. Maybe we kept our relationship secret. And maybe he left me because he said he wanted someone who did have the 'baggage' I had. Maybe when he said baggage he looked between my legs. Do you think I would be happy in that situation?" She stared at me intently, her eyes glistening a bit. I didn't believe any of it, how could I?

"But that couldn't happen to you! First, you are so pretty, no one would ever dump you. And you are so proud of being a transwoman. You wouldn't let someone treat you that way," I said, reaching over and placing my hand on her knee.

"The Young-Mi in the magazines, she wouldn't do that. She is the Goddess. But that Young-Mi isn't real. She is an advertisement to sell music. The real woman is just as lonely and scared and confused as everyone else," She said. And suddenly, what she said made sense. I don't know, I looked at her a little differently. This was a person sitting in front of me.

"I am sorry your boyfriend left," I said with sympathy and she smiled and rubbed the top of my hand. I couldn't help but suddenly feel differently about her. She seemed so...normal. I didn't love her music, or her, any less. I just felt different now.

"You are right," she said, "I shouldn't let anyone treat me that way. It is better that we are not together." She was quiet for a moment, looking down at her bare feet and thinking. Then she took my hand and squeezed it once. She sighed and looked at me. "But sometimes it's hard to know you deserve better."

"Yes," I said.

"You know," she said, "Young-hee I am really glad that I have made a positive impact on your life. I am glad that I helped give you the strength you needed to be the person you wanted to be." She was staring intently into my eyes now, making sure that she said everything clearly, "But that is the most important thing. I didn't make you become a beautiful woman. I helped. A little. It was your strength that made you the woman you are now. I've met a lot of girls like you (none so pretty, don't get jealous) and they want to give me all this credit. You are an amazing person, you shouldn't want to change into me. There is only one me. You should be happy that you are Young-hee. Even if you could become me, you would not always be happy. Even famous (or almost famous) people have bad times in their life. If you are always trying to be a perfect version of me (and even I am not that), you will never be happy. You will want what is impossible."

Suddenly, everything that she'd said to me started to make sense. She wasn't angry at me for kissing her and she wasn't somehow jealous of me. She was trying to knock some sense into me. And I thought it worked. I looked at her now, tears running down my cheeks, and I felt more love for her than before. But now it wasn't love for the perfect transwoman I'd made it my mind, it was the actual Young-Mi. A busy, successful, and beautiful woman, who took time out of her day to tell me that I was special and that I was good just the way I was. That thought made me cry even harder. I felt Young-Mi's arms wrap around me, holding me close.

I cried for a lot of reasons. I cried a little bit for the end of my Goddess, for the fact that she'd been turned real. But that was just a little bit. I cried because of all the pain I'd always felt at being unable to be perfect, at my displeasure with myself, and my inability to forgive myself for never being ideal. I cried because if Young-Mi was just a woman, like me, then I could achieve anything I wanted. Just like her. I cried tears of joy because Young-Mi saw through all of my insecurities and my attempts to hide myself, found the real source of my pain, and told me that it was okay to stop worrying about it.

"It is okay honey, everything is okay," Young-Mi whispered into my ear. After a long while, I stopped crying. Young-Mi released me from the hug and pushed me back. She looked more beautiful than ever, and I knew she would always be my idol.

"I am sorry," I said, finally knowing why I was sorry, but Young-Mi shook her head.

"Don't be sorry, just think of this as the last step in becoming who you are. You are no longer an attempted Young-Mi part 2. You are Young-hee," she said and I laughed, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Thank you so much for letting me come talk to you. This has been so much... so much more than I had ever expected," I said. I almost started to cry again, but she laughed sweetly.

"We barely spoke, you just told me everything about me!" Young-Mi said, "I knew all of that stuff already. Please, tell me about you! Tell me what makes Young-hee such a special person. And don't say 'nothing' because you know that isn't true. Why should I want to know you?" She spoke with such evident good spirit that I felt the heaviness lift from me. And I was excited. She wanted to know about me!

And so I talked. I spoke for a long time, telling her more about myself that I usually told anyone. Now, unlike before when I'd been talking about her, Young-Mi interrupted me often. She asked questions, she laughed, and sighed. She was fully engaged in the conversation. And it was a conversation now, a dialogue amongst equals. I told her about my family, about school, about past loves, about my favorite books, and my love of drawing.

"Oh you can draw?" she asked, "That is such an amazing skill. I have never been any good."

"I have been thinking about going into design," I explained, "Oh wait!" I said. I reached down into my purse and grabbed a piece of paper. I had sketched something at lunch that day and put it into my purse. I'd been so excited about meeting Young-Mi that I'd drawn a picture of her, singing on stage. I took it out and handed it to Young-Mi.

"Oh my God, you're so good!" she said, her tone different now. Before she'd been praising me like a teacher praises a student, now she admired my picture like I was a real artist.

"It is yours," I said. She looked up at me and smiled. She pressed the picture to her chest and then set it down gently on the table.

"Thank you, it is lovely," she said, "And see, you are such an interesting person. And it has nothing to do with me. You are just special." I felt tears again.

"Thank you," I said, my words choking.

"And now," she said changing her tone and scooting closer to me on the couch, "I just have one more thing to explain to you." I realized that this meant our time was running short. I was sad, I wanted to stay longer. I felt like we were old friends.

"What is that?"

"Well, when you tried to run away from yourself and tried to explain how you wanted to become me, you gave me a little kiss," she said and I blushed, "And for your troubles you got a stern talking to, did you not?"

"Yes," I said abashed. I looked down and my feet embarrassed. Young-Mi reached over and gently took my chin in her hand, tilting my face up towards hers.

"Well, now we've had a long conversation where you explained what makes YOU so special. Don't you think you deserve a reward?" I tilted my head to the side and furrowed my brow.

"I don't know what you mean," I explained. Young-Mi did not speak. Instead she closed her eyes and leaned forward kiss me on the mouth. Now it was my turn to freeze! I felt Young-Mi's soft, warm lips pressed against my own. Her skin was so smooth. I felt her tongue glide along my lower lip, and her teeth nibble gently. For a moment she just kissed me. Then, when she saw that I did not react, she kissed my cheek and then pressed her lips close against my ear. I closed my eyes as I listened to her whisper.

"A little girl that wants to be a princess sits in her room, reads magazines, and sighs. Maybe she kisses a poster of her prince charming. A woman who is confident in herself seizes the things she wants and makes her desires into reality. Which are you?" Young-Mi hissed into my ear. As she whispered, the shock of her kiss was wearing off. I suddenly realized that the most beautiful woman on Earth was kissing me. A childish wish to thank Young-Mi for being my idol was gone. I wanted to kiss her again, but this time I wanted the kiss because I wanted her, I wanted the woman sitting next to me.

I turned my head quickly and pressed my lips against hers. This time, both of us were prepared for the kiss. My tongue pushed into Young-Mi's mouth, tasting her tongue and sliding along her teeth. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned into me, pushing me back onto the couch and driving her tongue into my mouth. Her kisses were hot and passionate. She smelled delightful.

I couldn't even wrap my head around the fact that this Young-Mi was kissing me! I just let my body take over. And my body knew exactly what to do. My hands reached down behind her and I squeezed her toned butt through her thick cotton robe. She moaned into my mouth as my fingers grasped at her body. She kissed my harder and wrapped her arms tighter around my neck.

Suddenly she moved her back from around my neck and then stood up quickly. I looked at her confused. But she stood in the middle of the dressing room and stared at me with lupine fierceness. She quickly untied the robe, but held it closed.

"Young-hee, you know now that I am not just a performer but a person. And while Goddess' don't have needs, women do. Don't get me wrong Young-hee," she said casually, "I am still a performer, I like that you adore me. But I want it on my terms. So I helped you. Now you help me. Tell me, am I beautiful?"

"Yes!" I panted. My cheeks were flushed and I felt my nipples hard against my dress. I'd never been so aroused in my life. I realized now that Young-Mi was a woman who'd just been dumped. She'd helped me so much, now I could help her. Make her feel beautiful the way I knew she was.

"Do you want me to take my robe off?" She asked.

"Please take it off," I said. I was going to see what Young-Mi's beautiful body looked like! She nodded and then dramatically threw open her robe.

"Do you like my body?" she asked. What a ridiculous question. Young-Mi's body was more beautiful I'd thought possible. Her skin was smooth and evenly colored. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical and still up high and gravity-defying on her chest. Her nipples were somewhat large and long, a delectable brown color. Her arms were slim, as was her stomach. Her hips flared very noticeably but she had slim, delicate legs. And in all that femininity, standing up proudly (and shaved bare) between her legs was a small tanned cock. It was about 5 and a half inches long, but surprisingly thick. She was uncircumcised and her balls were smooth and large. She shook her hips a bit, letting her cock bounce a bit.

"Am I everything you thought I'd be when you imagined me?"

"No," I said suddenly, realizing it was true, "You are so much better. You are REAL!" I said. Young-Mi seemed very happy when I said that. It was clear I'd passed this last test.

"Good baby," Young-Mi said smiling, "come get it," She said. I was off the couch in a shot. I ran to the middle of the small room and dropped down on my knees in front of Young-Mi. But I wasn't praying to her like a Goddess anymore, I had a new idea.

I'd never sucked a cock before. I'd never even been this close to a cock other than my own before. Young-Mi was standing with her hands on her hips looking at me but not pressuring. I looked at her cock. The skin was smooth and look taut around her hard dick. The tip was wider than the rest of the cock. Her balls were very large and hung low on her body. They were completely bare of hair and looked very girly. I reached forward and gently lifted her balls with my hand. She gasped as I felt their weight and heat. I slide my hand up her cock feeling the taut skin and the hard flesh underneath. I felt Young-Mi's body tremble lightly. I applied a little pressure, pulling her cock down so it was pointed right at my mouth. My heart was beating. Was this just a dream?

I looked up at Young-Mi's face. She was looking down at me and smiling. Her breasts were rising a falling quickly too. I realized she was just as excited as I was. I looked back at her cock and opened my mouth. I saw the little opening in the tip of Young-Mi's cock. I stuck out my tongue and pushed it forward. I felt the tip of my tongue press against the tip of her cock. I circled my tongue around the tip, poking it gently into the hole. She moaned loudly. Her skin tasted smooth and salty, a little drip of pre-cum dripped onto my tongue. I moved my mouth forward around the tip of her cock, closing my lips around it. But I kept my tongue swirling around the tip of her cock. I felt my own cock pressing against the inside of my dress.

My eyes were closed but I felt Young-Mi's hand against the back of my head. I smiled around her cock, now she wanted something of me! I was happy to oblige. Wetting the skin of her cock with my wet tongue I slowly allowed her dick to slide into my mouth. Like I said, I'd never sucked a cock before and I'd never had mine sucked. I had no idea what I supposed to do. I just swirled my tongue under her cock, rubbing her pulsing urethra. She seemed to like it.

Slowly I worked the cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. Finally, I felt Young-Mi's scrotum against my chin. Her cock tickled my throat and I felt my eyes watering. I choked a little and my mouth filled with thick spit. I swirled my spit around in my mouth and started to bob my head back and forth on Young-Mi's cock. Young-Mi moaned loudly and I knew I was on the right track. I moved slowly but consistently and I keep strong, wet pressure on Young-Mi's urethra. While I continued to suck her cock, I moved my hands up to her balls. I felt my fingers sink into her scrotum and let her balls slip in between my fingers. I squeezed gently.

She was very close, it didn't take very long. A few minutes after I first put her cock into my mouth I felt Young-Mi's body go rigid. She raised up on the tips of her toes, driving the cock hard into my throat. She let out a high pitched scream, her hand pressing hard on the back of my head. Suddenly, I felt her cock expand in my mouth. She shivered. Then my mouth started to fill with hot, salty liquid.

Big globs of Young-Mi's sperm shot into my mouth in a series of big bursts. There was just so much! The first bit seemed to fill up my entire mouth. And while I tasted it, the scent filled my nose. But then a second spurt came, filling my cheeks with Young-Mi's cum. By the time her cock stopped shooting sperm into my mouth it was dripping out of my mouth and down my chin and neck. Young-Mi pulled her cock out of my mouth. A string of sperm connected my lips to the tip of her cock. I looked up at Young-Mi's face. She was panting and her cheeks were flushed and she looked gorgeous. She was smiling at me.

I still had Young-Mi's sperm in my mouth. I swished it around in my mouth, squeezing it between my teeth and mixing it with my saliva. I'd tasted my own sperm before, but Young-Mi's was so much better. It was salty and sweet at the same time. And I had a little bit of Young-Mi in my mouth, her sexual essence. That feeling made my cock so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my dress. I swished the cum once more and then swallowed it down. Now a part of Young-Mi was a part of me, deep down in my stomach. I wouldn't ever become her, but there would always be some of her inside of me.

"Taste good?" She asked shaking me out of my reverie. I looked back at her and she laughed, it was clear I'd been savoring her cum for a long time.

"It was delicious," I said. Young-Mi laughed and then she leaned over at her waist. I though she was going to kiss me but instead she stuck out her tongue. She licked my throat and my chin, sucking her own hot cum off my body. She stood back up straight and I saw a little bubble of sperm still on her lips.

"You're right," she said, licking the drop off, "Not too bad." I shivered because the sight of Young-Mi licking her own sperm was so intense. Young-Mi giggled at me and then put her hand on my shoulder. For a second she just left it there. Then she pushed me. I was off balance and I let a little yelp out when I fell backwards onto the floor.

I landed on my back and my legs were spread open. When I'd fallen my dress had ridden up and I blushed when I saw that the way I was laying now, my cock was sticking out, up over the hem of my dress and against my belly. It was a little longer than Young-Mi's, about six and a half inches, but not as wide. My balls were smaller too. Like Young-Mi, I was completely clean shaven.

Young-Mi looked at my cock with a sexy look in her eyes. I didn't move, I just stared at her. Slowly she walked in between my legs, sort of slinking. Then she dropped down onto her knees in between my legs. I could feel her skin against mine and her eyes stayed glued to my cock. She reached forward and grabbed the top of my dress. It was just sort of a big tube, my dress, held up by my breasts. I wasn't wearing anything underneath the dress (it takes something extraordinary to give me an erection; I don't even worry about it. Only the fact that I was with Young-Mi made me hard). She slipped her fingers into the dress and pulled down. Now my entire dress was scrunched up above my hips and below my breasts. My breasts, pretty big for a girl like me, were exposed.

"Ohh, such pretty titties!" Young-Mi cooed. I blushed. But soon her hands were all over my breasts. She squeezed at my flesh and played with my short brown nipples. Her fingers were strong but gentle and I arched my back and moaned while she played. While she was playing with my breasts, she also moved her dainty little knee farther and farther between my legs. She didn't knee me in the balls, but she put her knee right up against the base of my penis. While I writhed on the floor her knee gently pressured the base of my cock, giving me a lovely sensation to go with my breasts. Her cock bobbed in front of her while she moved, still hard despite cumming.

Just as this was starting to feel really good, I watched as Young-Mi reached over onto the table next to us. She kept one hand on my breasts while the other one fumbled for something. In a moment, she came back with a hair brush in her hand. She kept one hand on my breasts and her knee on my cock while she flipped the hair brush around. The handle of the brush was made of a very smooth plastic and was rounded at the bottom. I watched her put the phallic object up to her mouth and open it. In a second, the brush was plunged all the way into Young-Mi's throat. I watched her choke and her eyes watched. She moved the brush in and out of her throat a couple of times, the hairbrush was dripping with her spit. My cock felt like it was going to burst and I grinded harder on Young-Mi's knee.
Then, in one fluid motion, Young-Mi stood up from between my legs, threw her leg over my stomach and then squatted down. In a flash she went from between my legs, facing my head to squatting down near my chest, facing my feet. Slowly she rocked back. In a few seconds, Young-Mi's thighs were against the outsides of my breasts, my nipple was touching her cock, and her little brown asshole was staring me in the face.

Just like her cock, Young-Mi's asshole was completely bare of hair. It was just a crinkled bit of skin, but it looked delicious on her. I reached my hands around and grabbed her thighs, pulling her down onto my face. In a moment, Young-Mi's asshole was just an inch from my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and pressed it against Young-Mi's flesh. I felt her shiver. I'd never tasted an asshole before. It was salty like any other skin, but the sensation was pleasant. Then I felt Young-Mi lean forward towards my feet. This drove my asshole heard to my mouth. My tongue was still out and I felt it slide into Young-Mi's asshole! I swirled my tongue around, tasting her earthy insides.

At the same time, I suddenly felt an intense wet warmness between my legs. My body trembled and I realized that Young-Mi had slipped my cock into her mouth! I moaned into Young-Mi's anus. I felt her head start to bob up and down on my cock and I felt her hair tickling my skin around my legs and stomach. The heat from Young-Mi's mouth radiated out over my whole body. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt.

I felt Young-Mi's hands on my legs, spreading them apart and pulling them back. I felt my ass sort of stick up in the air. Then I felt Young-Mi's delicate fingers against my asshole. They were wet, probably from her saliva, and I felt her swirl them around my asshole a few times. I moaned again and then pressed my tongue harder into Young-Mi's asshole as though I was trying to beg her not to stop. Then her fingers moved off of my asshole. Suddenly I felt something different.

Even as Young-Mi's head kept bobbing up and down on my cock, her tongue slipping over my circumcised tip with real skill, I felt something pressing hard against my asshole. It made my body feel stiff. The pressure was intense, and it didn't feel like Young-Mi's fingers. Suddenly, I realized that it was the hairbrush! Just as I had that thought I felt the tip of the brush push past my sphincter and into my asshole. I sighed, sucking Young-Mi asshole into my mouth. There was a little bit of pain, I'd never put anything there before, but it felt amazing. Young-Mi slowly worked the brush farther and farther into my asshole. The pinch felt less intense, the pleasure felt better with each inch she slid in. In a few minutes, I felt the head of the brush against my ass and knew the entire thing was inside of me.

For the next few minutes I just sucked on Young-Mi's asshole, trying not to explode. Young-Mi kept sucking my cock, never letting the tip out but driving the shaft into her throat over and over again. While she did that she slowly moved the hairbrush in and out of my asshole, sometimes spinning it inside of me. I couldn't even think. My body was trying to move in thirty different ways at once.

Then it happened. For a moment I felt like all of my muscles were going to explode, that my brain going to catch on fire. The tension was incredible. Then, I moaned into Young-Mi's asshole and suddenly the dam burst. All of the tension oozed out of my body. My hips bucked up and I was filled with an incredible warmth. It wasn't so much a sensation as an overload of sensation. I could feel pleasure in every inch of my body. My brain fogged. I just felt bliss. Then, I slowly started to come down from my orgasm, the most powerful of my life and the first with another person.

I realized that I'd been pumping sperm into Young-Mi's mouth and she was sucking it up. Her hand was off the brush but it was still in my asshole. Finally it seemed that Young-Mi had sucked every last drop out of me and she quickly stood up and walked away from my body. My cock felt cool as the air hit it and I looked down and saw that it was still hard. For a moment I lay on the floor, my ass still up in the air, panting. But I knew I wanted more. I stood up and turned towards Young-Mi, keeping the brush in my asshole.

I caught my breath as I saw Young-Mi sitting on the couch looking gorgeous. Her hair was tousled gently and there was fire in her eyes. Her legs were spread wide open and cock looked mouth-watering, standing out hard from her body. With one hand she was rubbing her own big breast and looking at me lasciviously. Then she put her other hand up to her mouth. Her mouth opened and my still warm cum poured out of her mouth and glopped messily into her hand. It was thick and now mixed with her spit.

Young-Mi didn't say a word but she rolled back carefully on the couch. I now saw that her asshole was facing me again, still glittering with my spit. But Young-Mi wasn't wet enough. She moved her hand down between her legs, slathering her asshole with my cum and her saliva. It was now dripping wet and looked nasty and sexy at the same time. I pushed the hairbrush out of my asshole and groaned at the delicious feeling it made while it slid out of my asshole.

I didn't need Young-Mi to prompt me into action anymore. I knew what I wanted. I rushed over to the couch and grabbed hold of Young-Mi's legs, pulling them up. Young-Mi gave a sultry laugh and bit her lower lip. I pressed Young-Mi's legs against my breast and then grabbed my cock with a free hand. I positioned my dick against her hot, dripping asshole. I looked into her eyes and saw wild lust, she needed this as bad as I did. She grinded her ass against my cock, pleading.

I carefully found her soaking asshole and pushed my cock against it. I started to thrust. Young-Mi pushed her asshole open slightly, just easing her hold on her sphincter. My cock, wet from my own sperm and Young-Mi's spit, starting to slide into her ass. Young-Mi started panting and gasping in a sexy rhythm while I kept pushing my cock farther and farther into her ass. She was so wet that there was almost no friction. I looked down and saw her asshole eating up my cock. I was fucking Young-Mi's ass! I couldn't believe it. But I didn't have time to consider how surreal this all was.

In a few minutes my cock was completely inside of Young-Mi's asshole. She felt hot, wet, and tight inside. It felt like her bowels were squeezing my cock, trying to milk my cum out of me. While I thrust I watched her cock. Every time I pushed into her asshole it bounced a little. As I started to fuck her harder and faster her cock started to swing back and forth, slapping belly and legs like a pendulum. I like the way that looked and started fucking her harder and harder.

At the time, I knew nothing about massaging the prostate. I could feel my own orgasm slowly starting to building deep inside of my body, but I had no idea that I could have any effect on Young-Mi beyond the non-orgasmic, but quite pleasurable feeling I'd had with the brush up my ass. But after I gave Young-Mi one very hard thrust with my cock she suddenly started to scream in ecstasy. I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. I kept fucking her ass, confused but aroused, when suddenly her cock exploded with cum.

It was still swinging like a pendulum and her cum spraying all over the room. The biggest blobs of sperm splashed against Young-Mi's face and my breasts. Young-Mi's face looked so incredibly dirty and sexy covered in her own hot sperm. I couldn't take it any longer. I thrust once more into her ass, even as still more sperm landed on her belly and then I came hard. My entire body felt weak and I could barely stand and streams of hot cum poured from my cock into my idol's asshole. I was almost crying with the intensity of the physical and emotional pleasure I felt. Finally, my orgasm subsided and I collapsed on top of Young-Mi on the couch.

For a while we just lay there, panting. I was trying to wrap my mind around what happened. While we were laying on top of one another I felt so good, I had to say something.

"That was amazing," I said, "Thank you so much."

"Thank you," she said, "It isn't always easy to find time for that on the road." There was a long pause. I felt amazing, but I was still confused.

"You know you are beautiful" I said, not fawning now but serious, "People love you. I love you."

"Thank you baby. I love you too," she said. Finally we rolled over so that we were sitting next to one another on the couch. We were just holding hands and giggling like schoolgirls. Suddenly, Young-Mi got a little tense.

"Do you hear that?" she asked. I looked around and didn't notice anything, "No music." She said. The main act was finished.

"Oh yeah," I said.

"Hey listen Hon," Young-Mi said getting up and getting dressed quickly, "I have to catch a flight to the next city now. I didn't realize how late it was." I realized that this was my last moment with her, but instead of the crushing disappointment I would have felt earlier, I just felt the warm glow of the beauty of this experience.

"I understand," I said, adjusting my own cum-stained dress.

"I hate to run on you like this..." she said and I could see that she meant it.

"Don't worry, I will be fine," I said. Suddenly she stopped moving and looked at me closely. She walked over to me and kissed me gently on the forehead.

"You know you will be right...fine?" And I smiled back.

"Yeah," I said, "I know." And I meant it.

The End.

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