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   First let me say that I never considered myself a pedophile.  I had
never found a little girl [or any child] attractive before I fell in love
with my neighbors daughter.  We were having a block party with a BBQ and I
was kicking back on the bench in my front yard when the little girl next
door came and sat down next to me.

   I learned that she was her name was Jenny, that she was 9 years old, and
that her mother had passed away a year earlier in an accident in her home.
She was intoxicating.  Her bubbly personality and her inherent flirtiness
and you could just see that she was going to be gorgeous.  Long brown hair
that shone in the sun like silk, beautiful little lips that glistened with
cheap lip gloss, and her intense green eyes sparkled when she smiled.  I
was breathless.

   As we continued to talk she turned sideways, leaning against the arm of
the bench.  She had one foot on the ground and the other bent with her knee
leaning against the back of the bench.  I was staring at the most beautiful
little pair of panties I had ever seen.  They weren't what I expected --
they were more grown up.  They were laced pink and white and could have
been found in Victoria's Secret catalogs.  I was transfixed and felt
awkward at the same time.  What if someone was watching me?  What if I was
staring too long at her panties?  Was she showing them to me on purpose or
would she suddenly realize my lecherous stare and run away, forever
thinking I was a creeper.

   Eventually her father called her name and she ran off and was sent into
the house.

   I spent the next two days thinking about her.  Wondering what she was
doing.  Wondering if she remembered me.  I was becoming enamored with the
thought of becoming hers.

   That night I went outside along the side of my house, looked up at her
bedroom Window and saw her walk past in her little nightgown.  Dammit, why
didn't I have a second floor on my house?

   As I stood wondering about her, I looked just to the side of her window
and realized that the tall oak tree on my yard had a large limb that
reached fairly close to her bedroom window.  I thought about my position
and screamed at myself that I was thinking crazy -- that I was being
erratic.

   I had to know.  I had to see her in her room.  I had to know what she
looked like as she brushed her hair.  I moved to the base of the tree and
began to climb.  I reached the crotch of the tree and began crawling along
the large limb toward the window.  The limb got narrower and there were
some sharp points, but I managed to get out far enough to see her standing
in front of her dresser mirror.  She stood and looked at her profile and
then cupped her little almost nonexistent breasts.  She turned to the
opposite side and looked again.  Then she lifted her nightgown over her
head and stood there in a little pair of black panties and no bra.  My
breathing began to get heavier as I saw her rub up and down her tummy and
over her breasts.  She ran one hand along her bottom and turned to admire
her backside in the mirror.

   My dick began getting hard and I had to reposition myself so that it
wasn't pressing into the tree limb.  When I turned to the side, I lost my
hold and started to slip, emitting a loud grunt in the process.  As I was
holding on for my life, I looked over and saw Jenny standing in her window
looking at me.  And then I lost the little grip that I had on the limb and
felt myself falling.  I could hear Jenny scream -- and the next moment I
was staring at Jenny in her nightgown and her father on the phone, and they
were upside down.

   I realized that I was hanging upside down on our fence and even though I
was obviously peeping at his little girl, he could have at least helped me
down.

   And then it hit me -- he wasn't angry...  Jenny was frightened...  and I
couldn't feel my legs.  I stretched my neck to look up and in sudden horror
I realized I was folded over the fence with my back obviously completely
broken.

   I looked at Jenny and tried to say, "I'm sorry" but all that came out
was a gurgle.  That's when I realize I had a mouth full of blood.  I wasn't
going to make it.

   The world seemed to swirl before me.  My vision faded in and out and so
I focused on Jenny's beautiful eyes.  If I was going to die, I would leave
this world looking at something beautiful.  As I continued to stare, I
could see sudden flashes of light and color, and then things just went
black.

   The next thing I knew, I could see again.  But I was looking at myself
hanging on the fence.  It was a grisly scene.  I couldn't believe I was
actually having an out of body experience.  Or at least that's what I
thought had happened.  I decided to explore my world, however temporary,
and I turned to look for Jenny.  I couldn't see her anywhere!  I looked and
saw her father, I could see myself hanging on the fence, I could see the
blood pooling on the ground, I could hear sirens in the distance, but Jenny
was gone.  I looked down at the ground to see if she had passed out or
something, and realized I was looking down at Jenny's feet and legs.  I was
in her body.  I was controlling her!  I tried to run away and realized, we
were connected -- that when I ran, her body came with me.  I couldn't hear
her or think of anybody beside my own thoughts...  so what had happened to
Jenny?

   I ran into her house and up their stairs and tried a couple doors until
I found Jennys bedroom.  I ran to the window and hung out to look down at
the carnage before me.  I was really dead.  And the sad thing was that
nobody would miss me.  Sure, they would have to replace me at work -- but I
was replaceable.  My parents were gone and I had never married or had
children -- so I was just...  invisible.

   I sat down on Jennys bed...  my bed now...  and tried to make sense of
what was happening to me.  I felt amazing -- light and energetic and clean
and happy -- something I hadn't experienced in quite some time.  But poor
Jenny.  She was denied this time with her father.

   I lay back in the bed and slowly explored my new, young body with my
hands.  I wasn't masturbating or anything, I was just...  figuring out
where things were.  I rubbed my tiny nipples, fingered my little belly
button [a perfect "innie"], and rubbed my panty-clad bottom.  As I lay
there thinking about the possibilities, I drifted off to sleep.

   I awoke to an unusual sensation and for a moment forgot what had
happened.  It had all seemed like a dream -- but then I realized that I
felt butterflies in my stomach and a feeling of pleasure building in my
groin.  Half asleep, I opened my legs to further the pleasure I was
feeling. I heard a man groan and suddenly I was awake.

   I sat up quickly and tightly closed my legs, trying to figure out what I
was feeling and saw Jennys father take a step back in surprise.

   "What the fuck are you doing in here?!" I shouted, hearing Jenny's
voice.

   A look of anger crossed his face and he stepped toward me saying, "You
watch your language and NEVER talk to me like that again!"

   When I realized that "my" pussy felt tingly and realized that he had
been touching me in my sleep, I shouted back "Fuck you, you sleezy
pervert!" Then I instantly regretted saying it.

   He stepped forward and slapped me so hard across the face that I nearly
blacked out.  Then he said, "You want to see a fucking pervert, you little
bitch?!" He climbed on top of me and ripped the top of my nightgown in
half, then stepped up and ripped the nightgown the remainder of the way
down.

   I attempted to punch him and realized that with weak little fists, I was
going to be completely ineffective, and then he hit me again.  The next
thing I knew, my nightgown was being pulled out from under me and off of my
arms, and this crazy son of a bitch was reaching for the sides of my
panties.

   I tried fighting again and kicked at his face, and he balled his hand
into a fist.  He punched my hip so hard, my leg went completely numb.  I
realized that I wasn't going to be able to fight the bastard off, so I
changed tactics.

   "Please don't hurt me.  I'm sorry.  I won't mouth off ever again!", I
pleaded.

   "Fuck you, you little cunt!  I tried to be nice.  I tried to be
respectful.  You will do what I want WHEN I want from now on.  You will
never talk to me that way again or YOU will accidentally fall down those
fucking stairs like your mother did!"

   I was dumbstruck.  He had murdered his wife and made it look like an
accident -- and now I was his prisoner.

   He grabbed my naked legs and pushed them back, pinning my knees on the
bed beside me.  I felt his hard cock pressing hard against my pussy and he
let go of one leg to reach down and reposition his cock.

   I was about to be raped.  Poor little Jenny's beautiful body was going
to be defiled by this animal.  "At least," I thought, "Jenny wouldn't have
to endure this."

   Then I felt a stinging sensation as his cock began to open my virgin
pussy.  When I felt his cock head pop in, I braced myself.  He repositioned
his body and without any care or love for his daughter, he thrust hard --
tearing through my hymen and burying himself deep inside me.  I tried
clinching my pussy muscles tight around him to make it painful for him, but
it hurt too much for me.

   Without pausing, he pulled nearly all the way out and shoved back in
even harder than before.  I had never fucked a full grown woman as rough as
this brutal asshole was fucking his own daughter.  And it heart like shit.

   Suddenly he thrust all the way in and began grunting -- and I felt
squirt after squirt of hot liquid hit my insides.  I assumed it was
splattering against my tiny cervix because he was so far inside of me.  I
lay there trying to not complain or even wince.

   He pulled out and sat up on the bed.  I expected him to apologize for
his brutality or something, but he said, "Keep the clothes off.  I might be
back later."

   I curled up under the blankets feeling cum dribble from my pussy onto
the bed.  My face hurt, my leg was in serious pain, pussy was aching and I
was emotionally spent.

   The next morning I awoke and had difficulty standing.  I was sore.  I
stood in my nakedness in the sunlight and considered my plight.  Could I
fight back?  Get him arrested?  Kill him?

   I walked to the window and looked out on the fence.  Blood still soaked
the ground but my body was gone.  I leaned out the window on my elbows and
looked out into the world.

   Suddenly I felt a hand on my back and a cock pressing at my asshole.  I
started to back up and his hand pushed harder against me.  "Move again and
I will push you out the fucking window!", he said.

   He must have planned to fuck me because he came in with some sort of
lubricant on his cock.  Thick...  like petroleum jelly.  But I felt his
cock begin to push into my asshole and this time I tried hard to stay
relaxed.  Like last night, he was fucking me hard.  He had me pushed and
hanging so far out the window that I really felt like I might fall.  I
almost hoped I would because there was soft grass below me and I would run
my ass off.

   As he was fucking, I realized I was beginning to get some pleasure out
of it...  and I hated him for that.

   Just as he plunged all the way inside me and started filling my colon
with his hot cum, I glanced over toward the street and saw a teenage boy
watching me -- and he obviously knew I was getting fucked because I could
see his hand inside his pants and a jacking off motion.

   I pretended to be enjoying the sex more than I really was and started to
fake an orgasm for the teen and suddenly he jerked and a dark stain
appeared on his pants.  He turned and ran the direction he had come from, I
assume to change pants.

   Suddenly, the strong hands pulled me inside and threw me on the bed.

   "Get cleaned up and wash yourself you fucking whore.", he said.

   I tried many times to get away -- to get help.  Each time he would find
me and punish me even harder than the time before.  Many times he had hit
me so hard that I was knocked out and didn't regain consciousness for many
minutes.

   Eventually I grew to accept the nightly [sometimes twice-nightly]
fuckings.  Sometimes I even got sexual pleasure out of it.  I was maturing
[finally] and growing breasts and pussy hair.  I was hoping that as I got
older he might lose interest in me.  When I was 12, however, things took a
shocking turn.

   I was throwing up and just couldn't keep anything down.  Finally after a
few weeks of that, my tummy started to expand.  "Oh, FUCK!" I thought to
myself.  "I'm pregnant!"

   I really worried that my young body couldn't handle a pregnancy and
[worse yet] I worried about what my "father" would do to me and/or the
baby. He soon figured out the problem though and began treating me more
gently.  "We gotta take it easy until you pop this little fucker out." he
said brazenly.

   Seven months of anal sex and blow jobs later and I went into labor.  I
told my "father" that we needed to go to the hospital and he said, "We're
doing it here.  I can cover it."

   After many hours of labor [and on my 13th birthday] I gave birth to a
daughter.  We named her Lizette -- it was my fathers choice.  Apparently an
ex girlfriend or something.  With this fucker I imagined she was probably a
hooker.

   A few years went by and I endured nightly rapes.  I knew that some day I
would be strong enough to get away from this monster and I just awaited the
day.  Lizette (I called her Lizzy) was growing up quickly and I tried to
keep her quiet and out of the way.

   I put Lizzy down for a nap and went in to take a shower.  I came out a
while later with a towel on my head and found my father on the bed.  Little
Lizzy was naked and laying upside down on his tummy -- her mouth bobbing up
and down on my fathers cock with his hand gripping her hair on the back of
her head and his other hand probing her asshole with his pinky.

   "Get away from her you fucking pervert!", I screamed at him.  He threw
my little girl on the floor, stepped toward me, pulled the towel off my
head, and SLAMMED my head into the toilet behind me.

   I was blacking out quickly and I could see blood beginning to pool on
the floor next to my head.  I stared across the floor to see my little girl
crying and realized I was going to be leaving her alone.  I should have
taken her away long before.  And the light started fading in my eyes.  I
was dying.

   Suddenly, in a bright flash, I was looking across the room at my own
body.

   NO!  I was inside my little girls body!  I was now Lizette!

   Then all of a sudden I felt strong hands lifting me back up onto the
bed. "Looks like your mama had an accident and slipped on the wet bathroom
floor, baby.  It's okay, though.  You still have Daddy.  Now let's take a
look at what we've got here.", he said with an angry sneer.

   He laid me down on the bed, spread my little chubby legs to the side,
and plunged his tongue into my tight, 3 year old pussy.

   "My God," I thought.  "It was starting again.  And it was going to be a
long time before I could get away."