Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Angel's Story, Part 1 [ Mg, hj, cons, ScFi, herm, pedo, lolita ] Disclaimer: This work is Copyrighted to the author. All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious. ====== "The doctors were kinda surprised at what they saw when I came out. At least that's what Mommy says. She says that her Ob/Gyn called up two other doctors in the hospital and they called up a few more for consultation. I wasn't just a girl, I had something more. Not just that; both sets of stuff looked about right, and that never happens. If I'd only had one bit or the other, I'd have just been a healthy baby girl or boy. The pediatric urologist told Mommy that once she decided what gender she wanted me to be, he could make me normal looking. Mommy says that it's unusual to have a kid specialist, but that Boston Children's Hospital is really good. She asked if I was at risk; in any danger of physical harm. The doctors all said that I was as healthy as I could be, but I have a risk of infertility, and surgery may have no effect. So she said that I could 'go to hell in [my] own way, then.' I love Mommy. Mommy says that even though I saw the doctor a lot more than usual as a baby and toddler, I was pretty healthy. Doctor Hahn, my pediatrician initially wanted to do biopsies and stuff, but Mommy said that she could 'make do with ultrasound and blood tests or whatever; NO cutting!' Dr. Hahn says that's how it went; MRI's and kitty Scans or whatever. I don't remember any of that though; my first memory is at the park..." --------- You revel in the gorgeous spring afternoon. The rustle of trees in the perfect breeze, along with the occasional birdsong, seems to comfort your soul. The sound of children's tiny, loud voices squealing, laughing, and yelling excites you, fracturing yet focusing your attention all at once. The gaggle of post-toddlers running and chasing each other around draws you in. The gorgeous girls and boys are perfect, but you're not hopeful about your chances. As you absorb the delightfully thrilling sight over the top of your newspaper, a little blonde darling in a red dress turns around and looks back at you, head cocked to the side, meeting your eyes. You start, then get up from the bench, trying to look natural as you move along the walking path. Almost immediately, your gaze falls on a lone boy no older than four, playing in his own little world. You look around and see nobody else watching him. As you approach him from the side, your excitement grows. Before you can say a word, there's a flash of red and gold, and the little girl who saw you watching her group darts up to him, her long silky hair flying behind her. She seems to be exhorting him to play with her group. Almost immediately he lets her drag him to his feet. He glances at you incuriously before running after her. As disappointment and resentment begin to gnaw at you, there's a tug at your pant leg. Somehow the little sun-haired tot has snuck up to you and is now smiling shyly up at you, her large lavender eyes bright. Your bewilderment couples with hope to dampen your reactions as she grabs two of your fingers. She drags at your unresisting arm, her goal seeming to be some low bushes. Your confusion is only briefly at war with your excitement, as the latter wins out. Giggling quietly, the little beauty lifts the hem of her dress with one hand as she sits, the angle pulling you down to the ground too, as her other hand still has hold of your fingers. She's no little tease; the delicious little pink panties covering her puffy crotch are clearly visible beneath the front hem of her frilly red dress. Your pulse thunders in your ears as arousal begins to accelerate your already fast heart rate. As you take in her open posture and friendly demeanor, she scooches toward you and moves onto your lap! An amazing sensation runs up your arm as she takes your hand and places it on her leg. Letting go your fingers, she reaches over to tug at your zipper two-handed. Breathing faster yet, you gently slide your hand up her chubby little thigh, immediately reaching to caress its mate with your other hand. She giggles momentarily at the tickle your touches give her, but she doesn't pull away. You caress up over her cherubic thighs past her baby hips and up to the sides of her soft, smooth tummy. Even with the increased touch, her giggling has subsided, and she seems to be breathing hard like you. Almost of their own volition, your thumbs find her mons pubis, gently rubbing and caressing toward her tiny sex through the soft cotton panties. Despite the tightening of your pants caused by your rapidly increasing hardness, she finally gets your zipper started. At the same time, you hook your fingers into the lining at the top of her panties in order to reveal the treasures they conceal. The smooth skin under her gorgeous panties feels like heaven as you carefully slide them down past her soft, silky bottom. She even wiggles to help you move the panties out from under her seat on your lap. Your breath catches as you glimpse her puffy mons and the enormous clitoris peeking up at you. As you begin to caress her so smooth little lips up toward that clit, she is reaching one of her tiny hands into the hole in your pants. The contact is electric as she grabs you, kind of roughly, but she immediately alters her grip and her fat little fingers begin to caress your shaft. Your exploration of her tiny sex is interrupted as you thoughtlessly marvel at how her soft hand is working almost as masterfully as your own. She reaches in with her other hand and now both your shaft and glans are in her power. The sensations are awesome. Her touches have you cumming in your shorts before you even have a chance to recover and continue your exploration of her little baby vulva. The pleasure as she keeps rubbing throughout your orgasm is tremendous. She stops just as you feel too sensitive for any more touch. As you begin to come down, you notice that the tiny girl seems to be coming down from a similar high, as if she came when you did. Before you can even consider what to do next, her hands are out of your pants and pulling up her panties as she hops off of your lap. She runs off, almost drunkenly. Giggling as she departs, she waves a semen coated hand at you... --------- "..., playing with the other children there. I couldn't have been older than three or four. I saw a man there..." Angel pauses, possibly at the expression on your face. "What is it Dr. Simms? Oh!" she gasps. "Oh no! It happened again! Are you OK?" The ten year old girl's voice is filled with concern and fear as she leaps up from your therapy couch, coming toward the wing chair you're sitting in. Disorientation and fear, coupled with amazement at the impossible concept you're faced with, battle in you. You don't even HAVE a penis! The dream, or memory, or whatever, fades a little as you begin to get your bearings. Angel starts to cry. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Tell me how to turn it off!"