Kinky fantasies become reality

My life as a cute little girl took a very strange turn of events.

It turned out that there are men in this society.
I'm currently being fucked by one.
I feel warm down there. I think I'm bleeding. He might be a little rough. But I got used to it. I almost don't feel anything anymore.

But it's basically a fantasy I had for a long time.
When I still was a man myself, I liked to imagine being in a situation like this. I liked to imagine being a cute girl.
It didn't really have to be a girl. These fantasies just worked best when I thought of myself as a girl. And they didn't work at all if I thought of myself as a man, like I had been back then.
In these scenarios, the victim has to be weak and cute. And a man can't really be cute. And the idea of men being weak just turned me off.

Maybe because I was a man myself? And since I had still been a virgin, I couldn't relate to somebody like me to have sex?
But in some fantasies, I still wanted to be myself.
Or maybe not really myself, but at least a man. But if I was a man in my fantasies, just like I actually was, I wanted the other person to be the helpless one.

Especially in this case I preferred the loving relationships more that the forced ones.
Just like I would have in real life.

And as I grew older my main interest in these kinds of fantasies shifted toward older girls, teens or adults, but they were usually still younger than me.
It just felt more realistic to achieve this in real life.

But in the end I still preferred the idea of being a young helpless girl myself.
And that's what I am now.
It's not that great in reality, but at first I liked it.

One day my parents told me about a new visitor.
And it turned out to be a handsome young man.
I got told to do anything he wants from me and we went to my room together.
He was pretty nice, and it didn't take long until we got intimate.
It was a weird feeling, but I liked it very much.

And since then a new guy came every few days.
I found out that the men paid them well.
So it seems I'm really not a daughter to them, but only a good source of income.

If this was my first life, this realization would probably have been cruel. I probably wouldn't believe it if I actually found this out.
But I'm not too attached to these people. At least not like a girl would be to her parents. So this doesn't really matter to me. If anything, it only makes me horny.

I'm pretty sure this is some kind of shady business.
To me it seems likely that even letting men visit you as a woman might be considered a crime.
The men who come in always seem very cautious.

But maybe they're just nervous because they are about to fuck a young girl. I would definitely be nervous in their position.

So soon I became more and more active when having sex with these men. I got naked on my own. I asked them to show me their penis. And I started to suck and fuck them myself.
Sometimes I even went to fast and they slapped me for being a bad girl or something.
Yeah, pretty exciting stuff.

So I had a nice time with them for a while.
But the current one was a little different.
When he came in, he didn't bother. He just stripped me naked and started to fuck my vagina.
And he still didn't finish yet...

Oh, I kind of wish I would be in his position.
Even if I don't really like it, I'm sure all the pain is worth it.

But something is off. It's not that I got used to it, I actually don't feel anything down there anymore.
But what's going on now? I feel kind of dizzy.
I start to feel very tired. I might fall asleep any moment.

I look around and see blood everywhere in my bed.
Am I really about to die again?
This can't be! Being a girl is so great. My parents will help me, right? They wouldn't just let their cute daugther die. Their daughter who even brings them a lot of money.

But when I'm honest to myself, that must really be it again.
Nobody could survive losing so much blood.
Maybe I just have to get used to it. These lives won't last too long.
I'm already looking forward to my next life. And I wonder how long it will last this time.