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-Work of fiction only-
   I do not condone child abuse.  Fantasies are one thing and reality is
something else entirely.  A child does not have the mental capacity to deal
with sexual issues or the feelings that result from them, so I in no way
condone sexual activity with a child.
   Mg,ped, cons, rom
   Chapter 1
   I remember being 3 or 4 yrs old and already day dreaming of sexual
things.  Whenever I was by myself I would masterbate and I absolutely loved
it, but secretly wished I had a man to touch me in that special way and
would often imagine it.  The first time I saw the complete male anatomy up
close, I was at my friend's house and I was 4 years old.  I stopped in to
visit her and her mom said she was getting ready for bed but that I could
go in.  What I didn't know is that her and her brother who was a year older
than her took baths together.  He was getting out of the tub and I was able
to see everything.  I didn't have any brothers, and my dad always locked
the door when he was in the bathroom, so I knew my opportunities for seeing
male anatomy were slim to none, so this was a stroke of pure luck for me.
When I looked at it, I immediately felt the area between my legs start to
throb.  I thought about touching him, but didn't dare.  I ached inside with
a longing to see any male anatomy again and also to do much more than see
it.  But I was a shy little girl, and felt I would suffer complete and
utter humiliation if anyone found out how sexually minded I was, so I made
sure no one did.
   As much as I fantasized about sex, my extreme shyness ensured that I
maintained my virginity until I was married at age 20.  I left my husband a
few years later because I had married him simply because he was my first
boyfriend, yet we had less and less in common as time went on, also I had
secretly fallen in love with a co-worker, and knew the feelings I was
having for my co-worker were a thousand times stronger than anything I
could ever feel for my husband.  At the time I wasn't sure how Jack my
co-worker felt about me, but I left my husband anyway because I knew I had
to be single if was going to have any chance with Jack.  After my divorce,
Jack and I did begin to date and immediately we fell deeply in love with
eachother.  Sex with my husband had been satisfying simply because I had
nothing to compare it with, but now that I had been with Jack I knew that
size does matter and realized how tiny my ex-husband really was. 
(Seriously, about as thick as a magic marker, and only about 3 ½ inches
long!)
   Well, Jack ended up moving away and our hot and heavy relationship
fizzled out.  Long distance romances rarely work out, and I found that out
the hard way.  Eventually I got over him and started dating again, and went
through a string of about 3 different guys over the next few years until I
started dating the guy I'm currently with.  We had been dating for about a
year when I started to get the impression that he was more attracted to
young girls than he was to me.  At first I was repulsed by the thought of
him getting turned on by a pre-pubescent girl.  After all, he was in his
30's and he was oogling girls that were 11 or 12.  Of course he denied any
such thing, but my woman's intuition had been peaked.  I just had a gut
feeling that he secretly lusted after these young girls.  I then had
occasion to view his behavior around some very young girls between 3 and 5
and grew even more suspicious.  They were his friend's children, but they
were drawn to him, and he was to them as well.  As far as I know nothing
ever happened between them, but I think if he had the opportunity, he might
take it.
   I kept trying to understand how a grown man could be attracted to girls
so young, and the most unexpected thing happened while trying to figure
that out.  I read a lot of literature on it, and realized it's very common.
In fact, upon closer observation, I found that most men do check out little
girls.  And not in a fatherly sort of way, but in a dirty old man sort of
way.  I immediately felt very protective of these young girls, until I
remembered how much I had wanted a man to notice me at that age.  I started
to remember more and more of my secret fantasies from that age, and
wondered how different life would be if I knew then what I know now.  But I
was now a woman in my 30's so my youth had passed and I would never get a
chance to feel what it would be like to be a young child of 4 or 5 and
completely fulfill a man's fantasies by allowing him to fondle me or even
more.  Even though it was what I fantasized about for hours on end.
   My fantasies were temporarily put on hold when my recluse neighbor
passed away.  I knew she had no family still alive, and I also knew I was
one of her only friends if not her only friend.  Because of that, I made
all the funeral arrangements and arranged to have her belongings donated to
charity.  Luckily she had some insurance which covered most of the cost of
her funeral, but I still ended up paying for some of it, but I didn't mind,
in fact I felt it was the least thing I could do for this very private
woman who died having outlived her family and friends.  While I was getting
her things ready for charity, I came across a little jewelry box with a
note in it addressed to me.  My curiosity was immediately peaked.  I opened
the note and in it she thanked me for being kind to her over the last few
years, and that she had always wanted to repay me for the kindness that I
had shown to her, and now after her death it would finally be possible,
because she was leaving me an rare item that had been in her family for
generations, but now that she was the last surviving family member she had
no one else to pass it on to.  It was a necklace that was made from a metal
I'm not familiar with, covered in the most intricate detailing I have ever
seen.  Most of the detailing was so tiny and worn that I could hardly make
it out.  I presumed it must be very old.  I had never seen her wear it or
heard her mention it, so I was definitely surprised to learn of its'
existence.  In the note she warned me to be alone when I first put it on,
and to read a second letter only after I had worn the necklace for 10 min
or so.  I looked under the necklace and found the second letter.  I
resisted the urge to immediately read it, and instead went back to my house
because it was about lunch time anyway.
   While I was carrying the necklace back with me to my house, I had an odd
feeling that my life as I knew it was going to change drastically.  Just
how drastically I would soon find out.
   When I got home, I fixed some lunch for myself, and went back to my
usual fantasizing.  After a while I remembered the necklace and decided to
try it on, since I was alone as the letter requested.  It felt very light
on, almost like it wasn't even there.  I decided to wait the full 10
minutes as my neighbor had requested before reading the 2nd letter.  While
I was waiting, my mind wandered back to one of my favorite fantasies of me
being a pretty young girl of about 4 or 5 getting my pussy licked by a man
who was obviously very happy to do so.  Suddenly I began to feel different.
The room around me seemed to suddenly get much larger.  No, that wasn't it,
the room wasn't larger, I was smaller!  I ran to a mirror and I couldn't
believe my eyes.  The image in the mirror was the exact image I had just
been imagining of me at age 4!  How could this be??  I quickly tore open
the 2nd letter to read it and hoped that this change wasn't permanent,
because that would be a cruel joke.  The letter explained that the change
wasn't permanent, but that it's effects would only last as long as I wore
the necklace.  And amazingly enough, it went on to explain that whatever
human form I imagined at the time I put the necklace on, is what it would
change me into.  It also explained that the power of the necklace could
only be used for good, so I wouldn't be able to change into someone else's
image and steel something or hurt someone.  If those sorts of thoughts were
in my head at the time, it would negate the power of the necklace.
   Even with it's limitations, my mind raced with the possibilities!  But
of all the things I could think of, the first thing I thought of
(considering my current appearance), is that I would finally get to find
out for sure if my current boyfriend Ray was into young girls or not.  I
had to make a plan....and fast, he was due home in about 15 min!
   Chapter 2
   I was sitting on the curb outside my house petting a stray cat when Ray
drove up.  He smiled at me from inside his truck, so I immediately stood up
and smiled back and waved.  I waited for him to get out of his truck then I
ran up and cheerfully said, "Hi".
   He looked down at me and smiled and said, "Well hello", "how are you
today?".
   I was so excited I could hardly contain my 4 year old appearance.  I
smiled from ear to ear, and said "Fine, Thank you." I also asked him if
there was anything I could help carry into the house for him.  He laughed
and asked if my parents would mind that I was talking to a stranger, so I
quickly replied that he wasn't a stranger, because I knew Marlie(adult me)
and Marlie had told me his name was Ray, and that he was a very nice man. I
fibbed and said I lived a few houses down and my parents let me walk down
to visit Marlie sometimes.
   Over the next few weeks, I made several appearances as 4 year old
"Sara", (which was the only name I could think of when Ray asked me what my
name was).  As Sara I slowly worked on charming my way into his heart,
often wanting him to play some game with me or begging him to tickle me. 
After all, isn't that how most sexual encounters start?  I had to work on
talking and acting like a 4 yr old, not just looking like one.  I knew for
Ray that a big part of the attraction to young girls with their sweet
innocence.  I played up on that by calling him "Mr.  Ray" instead of just
Ray, and said that my mommy and daddy taught me that it was polite to call
grownups Mr.  or Miss.  He ate it up.
   I sensed Ray was getting more and more comfortable with Sara so one
afternoon, I left a made up note for Ray that someone had called in sick at
my work and I had to go in on my day off.  Making sure he was still home, I
waited about 5 minutes after I left the house to show up as 4 yr old little
Sara.  When I arrived I asked Ray if we could play tag and he agreed, it
ended up in a tickle session on the couch.  When he finally eased up
tickling me, I leaned my head against his lap and wrapped my cute little 4
yr old arms around his leg and asked, "Mr Ray, can I be your wife?
   Ray laughed, and sweetly said that he would love for me to be his wife,
but I'm much too young.  I pretended to ponder what he said for a minute,
then said, "ok, I guess, but will you let me give you a kiss?"
   He replied by tapping his cheek and saying, "you bet, plant one right
here".
   I kissed him innocently on his check then wrapped my little arms around
his neck and asked if I could kiss him again.  He told me I could, so I
asked, "Can I kiss you anywhere I want to kiss you?"
   His eyes got wide, "where do you want to kiss me"
   "first you have to promise not to tell anyone!  Not Marlie, not mommy or
daddy, not anyone!  Do you promise?"
   "Yes Sara, I promise not to tell anyone."
   "Are you suuure you promise?  Do you cross your heart and promise?"
   Ray made a crossing motion over his heart.  "I cross my heart and
promise not to tell anyone Sara"
   "ok, well if you cross your heart." I paused as if I was scared to say
it out loud, then finally whispered in his ear, "I want to kiss your pee
pee like mommy kisses daddy's when they think I'm not around."
   The effect was immediate.  I could see the bulge starting to grow in his
pants and his breathing changed to more rapid shallow breaths.  My own
pussy was throbbing just knowing how he was responding to this.
   "Sara, that's something only grown ups do, you can't kiss my pee pee".
   I pretended to pout.  "But I want to kiss it"
   "I'm sorry Sara, you can't."
   I pouted again for a little bit then got down off the couch and stood
directly in front of him, still pouting.  "Ok, I won't.  But I'm going home
and I'm telling my Daddy that you.....that you....bad touched me.  He said
if anyone ever bad touches me that they will get into lots of trouble"
   "Sara, that is very serious.  Please say that you would never tell
anyone that.  If you did , I wouldn't just get into trouble, I would get
sent to prison, and then I would never be able to see you again." He was
looking very serious now and I could read real fear in his eyes.  I decided
not to push it.
   Instead we sat down and watched Monsters Inc together.  I knew I needed
to take advantage of the time I had with him, so after about 15 min, I
jumped up and pretended that something had stung me underneath my skirt.  I
hopped around frantically and exclaimed, "oh, oh,......I think a bug
crawled up my panties!", and then I proceeded to hop out of my panties,
while crying for Ray to get the bug off me.  He did his best to settle me
down, but of course I insisted that the bug had bitten me and that I needed
him to check the bite.  And of course I told Ray that the bug had bitten me
right between my legs so I laid down on the couch and spread my little legs
wide for him to check to see where it had bitten me.  Since there wasn't a
bug to begin with, no matter how long he searched he wasn't going to find
anything, but I sure enjoyed him looking, and I knew he was getting a hard
on putting his fingers between my legs spreading the lips apart to find the
imaginary bug bite.
   Poor guy, he was all but drooling now, the desire painfully evident in
his eyes and in his shorts.  He absentmindedly licked his lips while
continuing to stare at the miniature cunny in front of him.  I knew I had
him now and I was aching with the anticipation of it.  I started to whimper
and said imploringly, "Mr.  Ray....it hurts.  Please kiss it and make it
better." For a moment he was transfixed, and seemed to be struggling with
what to do next.
   Finally he pulled away and said, "Sara, I'm sorry, we can't do this"
It's not right for a grownup to kiss someone your age in that area of their
body." I had to give it to him, at least he was trying to do the right
thing.
   I knew I had to step it up a notch.  My lip started to quiver and I
begged him, "Pleeeeeaaaase Mr.  Ray, please kiss it and make it
better....it hurts, please make the owie go away".  I kept that up for
about 3 minutes, and finally he lifted up my chin and looked me directly in
the eye, "I don't want to get in trouble for this, and I don't want you to
get in trouble for this, so if I kiss you there, you have to promise not to
tell anyone."
   "Of course I promise Mr.  Ray!  I never want you or me to be in trouble,
so please kiss it for me!" He paused like he was ready to change his mind,
but then looked into my pleading face and gave in.  He leaned down and very
softly kissed the little mound above my slit.  I wiggled a little bit, then
continued to plead, "that wasn't the spot, please kiss me again!" He leaned
in again and this time kissed lower down.  "that still wasn't the spot, Mr.
Ray, it's on the inside.  You have to spread my pee pee open!" This time he
gently pulled the labial folds back to reveal a perfect little clit and
vaginal opening, and kissed me there...this time lingering.  "Mr.  Ray, the
bug bite makes my skin burn, please will you lick it when you kiss it to
cool it down?" I heard Ray let out a little groan like it was taking all of
his willpower not to completely ravish me right there, and that last
request just may have put him over the edge.  He leaned in again and licked
from the vaginal opening to my clit and when he did I knew he wanted more.
He licked me over and over, flicking my little clit with his
tongue......sending waves of pleasure spreading throughout my little body.
I moved my hips up to meet his tongue and he gave up all pretenses of just
licking it to satisfy a little girl's request, he was definitely licking it
for his own pleasure now.  He sent at least 2 orgasms shooting through me,
but instead of slowing down, he seemed to be getting more out of control.
He started rubbing his cock through his shorts.  With one foot I started to
push his pants down and said I wanted to see what he was doing.  In no time
he unzipped his shorts and pulled his underwear down exposing his hard cock
that was beginning to leak pre-cum.
   He was a man on a mission at this point.  He only had his pleasure to
think of, any pretenses had fallen to the ground along with his shorts and
underwear.  "Sara, I need to feel your pee pee with my dick, so just stay
still and when I'm done I'll spread my happy juice all over you." I giggled
because I knew how filled with lust he was and also knew that only one
thing was going to satisfy it.  He spread my labial folds with one hand and
with the other guided the tip of his dick through my now very wet little
cunny.  He pushed part of the tip in and out of the vaginal opening and was
getting more and more turned on watching even that little bit of his dick
going into this perfectly small little cunt.  I could tell he was trying
not to hurt me, but desperately wanted to push his dick inside me, so I
started to thrust against him.
   Apparently it was all too much for Ray, because suddenly like an
inexperienced teenager he lost control and cum started to shoot out of the
tip of his dick.  He was able to keep enough presence of mind to know
exactly where he wanted that cum to be, and that was inside the pussy of
the 4 yr old laying in front of him.  He spread my labial folds open so he
could see a small opening into my vagina and it was into that opening that
he directed his seed.  He was pushing harder and harder against the
opening, and had I been just a little bit larger I'm sure he would have
gone in.  As it was I knew he stretched my hymen quite a bit.  He rested
against me for a few seconds, but the wild lust driven by knowing he was
doing something that was so taboo was just too much for him and he gave
into it.  He ran his finger through my pussy wiping up some of the cum that
was leaking out of me and held it up to my mouth, and said, "Here, I want
you to taste my happy juice", and without waiting for an answer slipped his
cum covered finger inside my mouth and told me to lick it clean.
   I did lick it and acted surprised at the taste at first, but then asked
to taste it again, and this seemed to really excite him.  He eagerly wiped
at my pussy again scooping up more of the cum that had leaked out and
quickly brought it to my mouth.  He was so caught up in watching and
feeling his cum covered finger get licked clean by such a sweet and
innocent little 4 yr old, that without thinking he positioned his semi-limp
cock in front of my little pussy and started rubbing the tip of it against
my clit while I sucked his finger.  Finally his focus did move to my cunny
again, and decided he was going to finger me and watch me come.  Since he
had stretched me out before, it didn't hurt as bad as I thought it was
going to when he thrust his thumb into my vagina and massaged my clit with
his other fingers.  He kept staring at me, trying to drink in the pure lust
of the situation as if he blinked it might evaporate.  I knew he was
getting even more turned on watching his large hand manipulate the pleasure
zones of my tiny cunt.  I was overwhelmed by it all as well and started to
come again, but he suddenly pulled his finger out and said, "I want you to
cum on my prick", and he eagerly tried to put his mostly erect cock inside
me.  Luckily it wasn't full size, but even in the state it was in, it was
still a lot of cock for a little girl.  I held my breath expecting the pain
to come, but it was really only a pinching sort of feeling for a moment,
then his cock was actually inside me and I thought I would burst from the
sheer amount of pleasure.  I knew I didn't have a huge amount of experience
with men (even as Marlie), but this feeling of being so completely full,
and at the same time knowing I was the fruition of this man's fantasies was
too much and I came over and over, clamping down on his cock so hard that
for a moment a couldn't move.  Luckily between my wetness and his earlier
cum I was so well lubed that he kept up his thrusts till the massage my
pussy was giving his cock was too much to bear and he burst another load of
seed into my young little womb.  As he started to pull his cock out of me,
I sat up and took his shrunken meat into my hands and licked off the cum
that was stuck to it.  His eyes got huge as he watched me do this like he
just couldn't believe what he was seeing, then he scooped me up into his
arms and held me tight against him and kissed my face.  He was completely
spent.
   I rested with him a few minutes in his arms, then asked, "what time is
Marlie getting home?"
   He glanced at the clock and said a curse word as he quickly jumped into
his shorts and started looking for my panties.  He was obviously worried
Marlie might walk in.  I of course knew the truth and just giggled.  He
looked at me and said, "don't laugh, if she comes home and finds us like
this, we are both in a lot of trouble!"
   I decided that I would let him in on the truth, and said, "it's ok Ray,
I am Marlie, and I don't mind".  He looked at me like I was crazy.  I
reached for the necklace I was wearing to take it off and told him to watch
me carefully.  As I undid the necklace I morphed back into my normal 34 yr
old self, Marlie.  Ray's face turned a ghostly shade of white and I thought
he was going to pass out, but he didn't.  It took me a while to explain the
letter and the necklace, but when he finally understood the significance of
the necklace and the power it had and the pleasure that could be gained
from it, he dropped down to his knee and begged me to marry him.  He knew
no other woman in the world could offer him the variety in sex life that I
could.
   We talked for a long time that night.  Mostly about how he was
embarrassed that I knew about his attraction to little girls.  I assured
him that even if they don't admit to it, a lot of men have the same
feelings, and also that I'm sure there are a lot of young girls out there
secretly wishing for a passionate lover.  He was relieved I didn't think he
was a pervert.  But more than anything else he was looking forward to
trying it again, but maybe this time with a two or three year old.
   The End 
  
The Necklace