There was something about that spoiled little brat that just pissed me off!

When Rebecka's mother passed away when Rebecka was only eight things started to become worse. Her real father she never knew. Rebecka got everything she pointed her finger at, and if she didn't get it she knew how to make me feel like the big bad wolf! Like the nice stepdad I was, I got her what she wanted. Be it expensive clothes, electronics, CDs etcetera I bought it to her. This way I kept her happy!

She was 11, I was 48 when I got the unexpected message at a routine-visit to the doctor; I had less than one year to live! What would I do? My life was so important to me, surely I couldn't just die now! I still had unfinished business in this lifetime. I didn't tell anyone about my decease. Not even Rebecka.

At work we had experimented for some time with body-part-transplants between animals. We had succesfully transfered two sets of legs from a mouse to another. Both mice now live happily unknowing of the transfer. My plan was bigger than this... And the guys at work were just as mad as myself when it came to experiments, and even though the idea struck them as something completely crazy, they were all playing the notes after some minor discussions...

It was planned for quite some time before we did it, and there wasn't much time left for me when I took Rebecka to work one Saturday to perform the operation. I told her to sit down on a chair in my office and got to get her a soda from the soda-machine, which I added the extra ingrediense in before giving it to her. Rebecka accepted the drink and before ten minutes had passed she was already dreaming happily unknowing that it would be the last thing she ever did!

I carried her into the lab where my crew was waiting. Everyone were dressed in clean white suits. I put Rebecka on one of the two operating tables and placed myself on the other.

- "Are you sure you want to do this? If something goes wrong there is no turning back!", Paul asked me.

- "Of course I want to do it, after a week we will redo the process and everything will be like it was again!"

The last part was a lie of course but they didn't know the rest of my plan yet of course.

With that in mind I got drugged and fell asleep immediately.

I woke up and felt how my head wanted to explode. Everything around me was foggy and my vision was restricted to a radius of a couple of metres. I heard a voice and recognised it as Paul.

- "How do you feel?"

- "I feel like I'm about to explode!", I answered.

- "Who are you?", he asked.

- "I'm Rebecka, of course, who else would I be?"

Paul went over to the others and I could hear him say they had another problem before I fell back asleep.

When I woke up again they asked me the same question.

- "I'm still Rebecka, where am I?"

- "Rick, if this is your idea of a joke, then you better stop it!"

- "Rick? I'm not Rick, I'm Rebecka. My stepdad's name's Rick!"

- "Rebecka, we're very sorry to tell you that your stepdad has been involved in an accident. He fell down the stairs and died the moment he landed at the bottom. I'm so very sorry!"

i knew it all was a big cover-up, but I had to go through with my plan, so I acted as sad and surprised as I could. It wasn't part of the plan of course, but something had obvioulsly gone wrong with the brain-transplant the other way, but that meant that Rebecka taking over my old body wouldn't be a problem anyway!

They threw my old body down some staircases and told the police I had stumbled and died. The police fell for it, of course, since I gave them my alibi.

My insurance gave me quite alot of money, and so I moved to a foster-family in the countryside where I got a nice little room in the attic. My new life as a girl could begin!

Things were hard in the beginning. I had to learn how to act like an 11-year old girl and not like a 36-year old man. This is not easy, I can assure you! I think you already know what the biggest physical difference between a girl and a boy is so I won't tell you more than that it felt really strange not to have it down there anymore. I felt stumped and uncomplete, but at the same time something about my new body felt exhilerating!

It took some time before I accepted the fact that I was a girl, and living with a family again, being a preteen with house-rules to obey, but I was soon to be presented with a strange tradition...

I were out shopping in the city one day with the father of the house. First we shopped all the regular groceries and then we went to buy some things for the garden, James told me, but there were only some meters of rope he paid for before we went to buy me some clothes. I must tell you that shopping little girls clothes with another man feels weird, but I needed clothes so what could I do?

He asked me what I wanted when we entered the store, but I insisted that I should do the shopping myself so he gave me some money and waited outside.

I found some jeans, some tops and a sweater, a bra wouldn't be necessary for some years to come so I went to look at panties, and even though I would prefer to wear saggy boxers, this would look strange for a girl my age, so I took a couple of hot-pants that looked almost like boxers and a pair of thongs just to check what they feels like!

When we came back home it was already dark and time for bed, so I went up to my room in the attic to get ready for sleep. I undress and took out the thongs from the bag and took a good look at them before slipping into them and pulling them up tight. The experience was quite awkward, and different from what I had thought, but it was still not comfortable so I began taking them off again when suddenly the door opened and James came in and saw me naked with the thongs in my hands. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but it was too late.

- "Oh, I'm so sorry!", He said, but didn't cover his eyes.

My heart was pumping like never before. Surely THIS was not part of my plan at all!

He stood in the door-opening and slowly walked towards me with his hands behind his back. I fastly pulled on the thong again and covered myself with a blanket.

- "I have something for you", he told me. "You will love this! It's gonna make you a real woman!"

I knew what was going to happen and there wasn't much I could do to stop it. To be honest I was actually a little curious about the whole sex-as-a-girl thing, and James sure wasn't ugly even though he was well over 40.

I figured out that if I didn't want to get hurt I should better play along with whatever games he wanted to play. - "What do you have for me?"

He showed me what he had in his hands.

- "Ropes?"

- "Oh yes, Rebecka, ropes!"

- "What do I need those for?" I asked, even though I had a pretty good idea what he waned to do!.

- "Lay down on the bed and I will show you, sweety!"

Afraid as I was of this big man hurting me I did like he said.

- "That's my little girl! Now turn around on your stomach, baby!"

I'm in for a rough night, I thought and turned around. Then he tied my arms and legs to the bed, and I started crying. - "Little girl, I'm not gonna hurt you! We're just gonna have some fun!"

James undressed and he sat down next to me.

- "If you tell anyone about this, I will make sure you will never be able to walk again! Do you promise?"

- "I do!" I answered and began regretting not having stood up for myself but that was too late now!

- "What do we have here?", he said and touched my butt. "Did you buy thongs today, did you?"

- "Yes, James.", I said trying to sound as casual as possible.

- Now, THAT would be asking for being fucked, wouldn't it?", he said and pulled the panties upso hard that they broke and came off. I let quite a loud scream out.

- "Ouch! That must have hurt! Let me take care of that for you, honey!"

James licked his fingers and began massaging my vagina. I would loose my virginity for the second time tonight!

- "Would you look at that!? All wet like you're supposed to be! My little sex-slave! You're the cutest little brunette I have ever seen!"

The massaging became more intense for every second that passed and soon I was moaning without knowing what else to do, just letting go of any thoughts and just pretending to be another place.

- "If you liked this, you're gonna be in heaven now!", James said and I felt his penis touching my butt cheeks.

He pushed it towards the opening of my butthole and I let some tears come out of my eyes as I felt the pain when his penis entered my ass. James moaned loudly and pushed it further inside me until it felt like my tiny butt would explode from the pressure. The bed-sheets were wet where i had cried and it was hard to breath when being fucked from behind, but strangely enough I was beginning to enjoy it!

- "Rebecka, this is my gift to you!", James nearly shouted and pressed his cock against my vagina. "Ooh, you're a tight little girl, are you!?"

- "Yes, James, I'm only eleven!", I cried "Please be careful!"

- "You're my sex-slave, I do whatever I want to do!"

I felt my labia stretch to the max as he pushed his penis inside of me, it felt like there was no end to it, but then I felt him penetrate the hymen and I let a little scream out but the pain let go quickly and I could enjoy the sensation of James stealing my virginity from behind.

- "I'm coming!", James moaned and in just two seconds my whole vagina was filled with hot white sperm. "Did you like that, Rebecka?"

- "I did, James!", I lied to him and after some minutes I fell asleep face first in the bed.

The morning after I woke up, and the ropes were gone, I got dressed and decided that this was not the life I wanted to live. With an abusive foster-father you could never know what could happen so I packed some stuff in a bag and left the house when the coast was clear.