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You were born during late springtime to early summer. You've been told that it was a sunny day and that your papa was so busy he never actually visited you and mama in the hospital. You always were just another child to him. No, that's not fair. He loves you. He always says he does.
You were born during late springtime to early summer. You've been told that it was a sunny day and that your papa was so busy he never actually visited you and mama in the hospital. You always were just another child to him. No, that's not fair. He loves you. He always says he does.


You don't remember much from my early days, but you're told you've always referred to yourself in third person, even as a toddler. It probably stuck because you parents never scolded you when you were a baby.  They only started scolding you when you went to school, but rebellious as you were, you ignored their orders. Teachers couldn't go against you either. Then again, how could they? You're a princess. As far as status goes, you were head and shoulders above them, even as a five-year-old little girl.
You don't remember much from my early days, but you're told you've always referred to yourself in third person, even as a toddler. It probably stuck because you parents never scolded you about it when you were a baby.  They only started scolding you when you went to preschool, but rebellious as you were, you ignored their orders. Teachers couldn't go convince you to change your ways either. Then again, it never seemed to bother them anyway. You're a princess. As far as status goes, you were head and shoulders above them, even as a five-year-old little girl, so they probably never thought they were in any kind of place to scold you.


It was around the time your school begun when started having strange dreams of memories you've never experienced and places you've never been to. They were memories of another person from another world, and they had invaded your dreams. It started out really weird and scary, but you never told anyone other than mama. She told you that scary dreams are normal part of the childhood, but you knew, these weren't nightmares. These were something else.  
It was around the time your preschool begun when you started having strange dreams of memories you've never experienced and places you've never been to. They were memories of another person from another world, and they had invaded your dreams. It started out weird and scary, but you never told anyone other than mama. She told you that scary dreams are normal part of the childhood, but you knew, these weren't nightmares. These were something much more meaningful.  


And then, it wasn't just dreams anymore. When you were remembering things and thinking about answers to questions you didn't know an answer to, those memories invaded your thoughts as you were wide awake. They started becoming clearer, but you couldn't make sense of them. Whose memories were they and why did you remember them? You didn't know, but they did help you in your early life, tremendously so. You knew things you shouldn't know, things nobody never taught you, about complex subjects no kid should know. Even as five years old, you already had a mind of an adult, at least partially. You were still sexually innocent. You were just dangerously smart. It was a scary time for you to experience because you had no idea what to make of those memories and that knowledge, and it was visible to anyone. You weren't the same innocent, cheerful Hanna anymore.
And then, it wasn't just dreams anymore. When you were remembering things and thinking about answers to questions you didn't know an answer to, those memories invaded your thoughts as you were wide awake. They started becoming clearer, but you couldn't make much sense of them. Whose memories were they and why did you remember them? You didn't know, but they did help you in your early life, tremendously so. You knew things you shouldn't know, things nobody ever taught you, about complex subjects no kid should know. Even as five years old, you already had a mind of an adult, at least partially. These memories and changes in your personality couldn't change the biology of your brains after all. You were also sexually innocent. It was a scary time for you to experience because you had no idea what to make of those memories and that knowledge, and it was visible to anyone. You weren't the same innocent, cheerful Hanna anymore.


As weeks and even months gone by, you continued to learn more about yourself and came up with a theory. You are originally a man, who after death reincarnated as a girl in another world. Or maybe it's all just an illusion. You had no way of knowing for sure, but those memories are not a lie. Whenever they're your own or just something you just magically came to know for any other reason, you can't deny them.
As weeks and even months gone by, you continued to learn more about yourself and came up with a theory. You were originally a man who after death reincarnated as a girl in another world. Or maybe it's all just an illusion. You, to this day, have no way of knowing for sure, but all those memories are not a lie. Whenever they're your own or just something you just magically came to know for any other reason, you can't deny them.  
What was for certain was that you weren't the same person anymore, but you were determined to keep your new knowledge a secret. You came up with a character of Hanna. An act, a character you always play. It is quite similar to Hanna you were before you started having dreams, so nobody could tell a difference, not even your family. But you had to do it because your memories had changed you and your personality. You had to make a conscious effort to maintain the character at first, but before too long it became just natural to you.  


As far as your past life goes, you only remember little snippets and even years later, you're still learning. You don't have many dreams anymore, but you still learn new things about yourself from time to time. What you learn seems to be random, since you don't even know such basic information like your name, your exact age, what kind of family you had or how you died. You do know however that you were a man in at least in his thirties, but it could also be in eighties as far as you know. You were a geologist in your past life and also had a lot of interest in physics and chemistry. Because of all this knowledge from a modern, technologically advanced world, you know things that nobody else in this world knows and that's a very empowering thing. It's also why you started studying alchemy at the age of six, way younger than normal. Your parents were against it, and even your teacher didn't take you seriously at first. Alchemy is not like other schools of magic after all. It's a very complex subject that requires intelligence and knowledge in the place of mana. Because of this it was perfect for you, your lack of talent in casting and your miniscule manapool. You had to beg papa for a whole week to allow you to attend one lesson. And when you finally did, you quickly proved him and your teacher wrong. After the lesson it wasn't just you begging papa for more lessons, but also your teacher who had seen your immense talent.  
What was for certain was that you weren't the same person anymore, but you were determined to keep your new knowledge a secret. You came up with a character of Hanna. An act, a character you always play. It is quite similar to Hanna you were before you started having dreams sand changing mentally, so nobody could tell a difference, not even your family. You had to do it because your memories had changed you and your personality. You had to make a conscious effort to maintain the character at first, but before long it became natural to you.  


Then there was another trait about you that made you exceptional as a child, but for completely another reason. The man you were in your past life was a lolicon. Not a sinister kind, but rather just a creepy old man helplessly in love with little girls. You were, however, a man of virtue determined to never molest, or even touch a child. Moreover, two dimensional girls were enough to satisfy your sexual desires. It didn't mean you didn’t find real girls to be attractive as well, but you weren't interested enough to pursue them directly or view any kind of sexual content involving real children. You never wanted a child to get hurt and was against child porn because of this. You always loved taking breaks from your university work to teach younger kids about science. There was just something heartwarming to you about working with kids, even though it was psychically challenging at the same time. But you had a mind of steel and resolve of a champion.  
As far as your past life goes, you only remember little snippets and even years later, you're still learning. You don't have many dreams anymore, but you still learn new things about yourself from time to time. What you learn seems to be random, since you don't even know such basic information like your name, your exact age, what kind of family you had or how you died. You do know however that you were a man in at least in his thirties, but it could also be in eighties as far as you know. You were a geologist in your past life and also had a lot of interest in physics and chemistry. Because of all this knowledge from a modern, technologically advanced world, you know things that nobody else in this world knows and that's a very empowering thing. It's also why you started studying alchemy at the age of six, way younger than normal. Your parents were against it, and even your teacher didn't take you seriously at first. Alchemy is not like the other schools of magic after all. It's a very complex subject that requires intelligence and knowledge in the place of mana. Because of this it was perfect for you, especially since you lack a talent in casting and have a miniscule manapool. You had to beg papa for a whole week to allow you to attend one lesson. And when you finally did, you quickly proved him and your teacher wrong. After the lesson it wasn't just you begging papa for more lessons, but also your teacher who had seen your immense talent.  


It was just past your seventh birthday when you learned that you used to be a lolicon. And how ironic it is that you had become the thing you were sexually attracted into in your past life. Suddenly, just like that, a whole new world had opened to you. And what a naughty and exciting world it was. As Hanna, you had always been a little bit of a narcissist who thought highly of herself, especially her appearance, but after that day, you weren't just a cute princess anymore. In your own eyes you were the cutest, the sexiest and the most beautiful little thing in the whole universe. Or at least in the noble's district and castle, if you were being more realistic. You had become the girl of your past self's dreams. From a girl who had never had a dirty thought in her life, you turned overnight into a full-fledged nymphomaniac. You still remember that day as clearly as today when you faked sickness just so you could stay in your room and masturbate all day. Did you overdo it? Yes. Do you regret it? Hell no! It was the best day of your life up until that point!
Then there was another trait about you that made you exceptional as a child, but for completely another reason. The man you were in your past life was a lolicon. Not a sinister kind, but rather just a creepy old man helplessly in love with little girls. You were a man of virtue determined to never molest, or even touch a child in a weird way. Moreover, two dimensional girls were enough to satisfy your sexual desires anyway. It didn't mean you didn’t find real girls to be attractive as well, but you weren't interested enough to pursue them directly or view any kind of sexual content involving real children. You never wanted a real child to get hurt and was against child porn because of this. You always loved taking breaks from your university work to teach younger kids about science. There was just something heartwarming to you about working with kids, even though it was psychologically challenging at the same time. Luckily for you and everyone around you, you had a mind of steel and resolve of a champion.  


Well, despite becoming like that, you never actually went farther than using my fingers and maybe few foreign objects. You never broke your hymen or made any advances towards anyone. It's not like you weren't interested. Of course you were. You were interested in experiencing sex, preferably with a man because you wanted to experience the joy of penetrative sex before reaching puberty. You weren't really interested in girls anymore despite lusting over them in your past life. You couldn't explain why. Maybe it was your hormones and female brains. Besides, there was just no way there could be a man in the castle who would want to do it with you.  
It was just past your seventh birthday when you learned that you used to be a lolicon. And how ironic it is that you had become the thing you sexually obsessed over in your past life. Suddenly, just like that, a whole new world had opened to you. And what a naughty and exciting world it was. As Hanna, you had always been a little bit of a narcissist who thought highly of herself, especially her appearance, but after that day, you weren't just a cute princess anymore. In your own eyes you were the cutest, the sexiest and the most beautiful little thing in the whole universe. Or at least in the noble's district and castle, if you were being more realistic. Fair and petite, bleach blonde princess, you had become the girl of your past self's wildest fantasies. From a girl who had never had a dirty thought in her life, you turned overnight into a full-fledged nymphomaniac. You still remember that day as clearly as today when you faked sickness just so you could stay in your room and masturbate all day. Did you overdo it? Yes. Do you regret it? Hell no! It was the best day of your life up until that point!
 
Well, despite becoming like that, you never actually went farther than using your fingers and maybe few foreign objects. You never broke your hymen or made any advances towards anyone. It's not like you weren't interested. Of course you were. You were interested in experiencing sex, preferably with a man because you wanted to experience the joy of penetrative sex before reaching puberty. You weren't really interested in girls anymore despite lusting over them in your past life. You couldn't explain why. Maybe it was your hormones and female brains. Besides, there was just no way there could be a man in the castle who would want to do it with you.  


Or so you thought. Oh, how wrong you were.
Or so you thought. Oh, how wrong you were.

Revision as of 19:52, 26 August 2018

You were born during late springtime to early summer. You've been told that it was a sunny day and that your papa was so busy he never actually visited you and mama in the hospital. You always were just another child to him. No, that's not fair. He loves you. He always says he does.

You don't remember much from my early days, but you're told you've always referred to yourself in third person, even as a toddler. It probably stuck because you parents never scolded you about it when you were a baby. They only started scolding you when you went to preschool, but rebellious as you were, you ignored their orders. Teachers couldn't go convince you to change your ways either. Then again, it never seemed to bother them anyway. You're a princess. As far as status goes, you were head and shoulders above them, even as a five-year-old little girl, so they probably never thought they were in any kind of place to scold you.

It was around the time your preschool begun when you started having strange dreams of memories you've never experienced and places you've never been to. They were memories of another person from another world, and they had invaded your dreams. It started out weird and scary, but you never told anyone other than mama. She told you that scary dreams are normal part of the childhood, but you knew, these weren't nightmares. These were something much more meaningful.

And then, it wasn't just dreams anymore. When you were remembering things and thinking about answers to questions you didn't know an answer to, those memories invaded your thoughts as you were wide awake. They started becoming clearer, but you couldn't make much sense of them. Whose memories were they and why did you remember them? You didn't know, but they did help you in your early life, tremendously so. You knew things you shouldn't know, things nobody ever taught you, about complex subjects no kid should know. Even as five years old, you already had a mind of an adult, at least partially. These memories and changes in your personality couldn't change the biology of your brains after all. You were also sexually innocent. It was a scary time for you to experience because you had no idea what to make of those memories and that knowledge, and it was visible to anyone. You weren't the same innocent, cheerful Hanna anymore.

As weeks and even months gone by, you continued to learn more about yourself and came up with a theory. You were originally a man who after death reincarnated as a girl in another world. Or maybe it's all just an illusion. You, to this day, have no way of knowing for sure, but all those memories are not a lie. Whenever they're your own or just something you just magically came to know for any other reason, you can't deny them.

What was for certain was that you weren't the same person anymore, but you were determined to keep your new knowledge a secret. You came up with a character of Hanna. An act, a character you always play. It is quite similar to Hanna you were before you started having dreams sand changing mentally, so nobody could tell a difference, not even your family. You had to do it because your memories had changed you and your personality. You had to make a conscious effort to maintain the character at first, but before long it became natural to you.

As far as your past life goes, you only remember little snippets and even years later, you're still learning. You don't have many dreams anymore, but you still learn new things about yourself from time to time. What you learn seems to be random, since you don't even know such basic information like your name, your exact age, what kind of family you had or how you died. You do know however that you were a man in at least in his thirties, but it could also be in eighties as far as you know. You were a geologist in your past life and also had a lot of interest in physics and chemistry. Because of all this knowledge from a modern, technologically advanced world, you know things that nobody else in this world knows and that's a very empowering thing. It's also why you started studying alchemy at the age of six, way younger than normal. Your parents were against it, and even your teacher didn't take you seriously at first. Alchemy is not like the other schools of magic after all. It's a very complex subject that requires intelligence and knowledge in the place of mana. Because of this it was perfect for you, especially since you lack a talent in casting and have a miniscule manapool. You had to beg papa for a whole week to allow you to attend one lesson. And when you finally did, you quickly proved him and your teacher wrong. After the lesson it wasn't just you begging papa for more lessons, but also your teacher who had seen your immense talent.

Then there was another trait about you that made you exceptional as a child, but for completely another reason. The man you were in your past life was a lolicon. Not a sinister kind, but rather just a creepy old man helplessly in love with little girls. You were a man of virtue determined to never molest, or even touch a child in a weird way. Moreover, two dimensional girls were enough to satisfy your sexual desires anyway. It didn't mean you didn’t find real girls to be attractive as well, but you weren't interested enough to pursue them directly or view any kind of sexual content involving real children. You never wanted a real child to get hurt and was against child porn because of this. You always loved taking breaks from your university work to teach younger kids about science. There was just something heartwarming to you about working with kids, even though it was psychologically challenging at the same time. Luckily for you and everyone around you, you had a mind of steel and resolve of a champion.

It was just past your seventh birthday when you learned that you used to be a lolicon. And how ironic it is that you had become the thing you sexually obsessed over in your past life. Suddenly, just like that, a whole new world had opened to you. And what a naughty and exciting world it was. As Hanna, you had always been a little bit of a narcissist who thought highly of herself, especially her appearance, but after that day, you weren't just a cute princess anymore. In your own eyes you were the cutest, the sexiest and the most beautiful little thing in the whole universe. Or at least in the noble's district and castle, if you were being more realistic. Fair and petite, bleach blonde princess, you had become the girl of your past self's wildest fantasies. From a girl who had never had a dirty thought in her life, you turned overnight into a full-fledged nymphomaniac. You still remember that day as clearly as today when you faked sickness just so you could stay in your room and masturbate all day. Did you overdo it? Yes. Do you regret it? Hell no! It was the best day of your life up until that point!

Well, despite becoming like that, you never actually went farther than using your fingers and maybe few foreign objects. You never broke your hymen or made any advances towards anyone. It's not like you weren't interested. Of course you were. You were interested in experiencing sex, preferably with a man because you wanted to experience the joy of penetrative sex before reaching puberty. You weren't really interested in girls anymore despite lusting over them in your past life. You couldn't explain why. Maybe it was your hormones and female brains. Besides, there was just no way there could be a man in the castle who would want to do it with you.

Or so you thought. Oh, how wrong you were.


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