Message-ID: <3582eli$9709011202@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Jane - Chapter 9b of 9b Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970830120115_-1301371273@emout19.mail.aol.com> Jane by Waldo Chapter 9b of 9b Tarzan is a copyrighted character and this story is not intended to infringe on those rights. While my Tarzan has a similar storyline, its purpose is to entertain without claiming credit for the orignal Tarzan. All rights reserved by Author. Not to be read by minors or sold without explicit written permission of the author I thought that he walked around like a horny banty rooster before but now his chest was puffed out as if he was the greatest man in the world. And he was - to me at that moment. He had returned me to a life that I had forgotten. A life that I enjoyed and wanted more of. The next morning, Walt stood beside me as I told my father, who fidgeted a little, then hugged me and congratulated Walt before Daddy started talking marriage. I left the two men to work out the details and returned to my room where I had my first little talk with Mary Beth. I liked her and tried to let her be my best friend but Daddy wouldn't let me, so I kept our relationship as Mistress and Maid for awhile. He wanted Sarah to be my friend and I discovered that I liked playing games with her to see which one of us could be the silliest. I was playing but she never realized it. We would giggle and talk like two teenage girls out on a first date. My hastily arranged wedding was a wonderful wedding. I had a beautiful, white wedding gown with a long train. As I marched down the church aisle, staring at the hundreds of people who had come to my wedding, I knew that my life was now perfect. It didn't bother me that Walt was older than my Daddy because my life revolved around my new life. I enjoyed the endless parties, dancing with the young men, and being the belle of the ball, than going home with Walt who satisfied my sexual desires with either his penis or his happy stick. As my pregnancy became more noticeable, the social events started changing. I was given showers and baby gifts as other mothers advised me on taking care of my unborn child. My position in life among the local women was changing. I was no longer the young woman but a mother-to-be. My circle of friends expanded, including many women that I really liked. It felt so wonderful to have a full belly and to walk around feeling the little fellow kicking. I knew from the beginning that it would be a boy. As my hormones started giving me motherly instincts, I started building a nursery, taking my old nursery and re-decorating it to fit my unborn son. At night I would lay in bed with Walt and think about how far I had come - remembering the days that I dressed in native clothes and ran around like a savage; then smiling as I thought about my new life, my new husband, my wonderful home and my unborn child. I would curl up next to my husband and relax as his hands explored my body, enjoying the feel of the baby within me. Our love-making changed. I realized that from the first that we had done nothing but fucked each other. Now, we were making love. We slowed the pace down and enjoyed each other more, spending more time enjoying little things like curling up in bed together, whispering sexy comments in each other's ears, or just touching each other. I put my happy stick away because my husband was able to satisfy me now on a more frequent basis. I still had some flashbacks but ignored them. After all, everyone has weird dreams occasionally. And then Lawrence was born. I remember lying in my bed, surrounded by mid-wives, my bottom propped up with pillows and my legs spread wide open as everyone took turns fingering me. The pain was intense but something other than the baby kept pushing itself forward - my memories. I went into labor and began screaming at the top of my voice but a lot of my screams weren't from the pain, but from the realization that I had been born a man. The delivery pain pushed all or a lot of my forgotten memories forward from wherever they were hidden. It was like a dam bursting as my mind was deluged with all of those forgotten memories. All of a sudden I knew that I was really Tarzan and that somehow I was in Jane's female and very pregnant body. I knew that my life for the last eight months was a lie. I knew that the real Jane was back in Africa in my body and I was spread-eagled on a bed with a hell-of-a-big-baby forcing its way out between my legs. After the baby was born, I was scared and weak. I refused the baby at first because seeing it would add some more realism to my predicament. I knew now who I was and what had probably happened to turn me into the woman that I'd been fucking. I knew that the baby was really my own baby - conceived from my male sperm that I shot into my woman's body and then carried within my new female body all those months. I knew that I was really a man and had only been playacting all those months. I was very depressed and the doctors thought that it was normal because a lot of new mothers get depressed immediately after childbirth - something because of the attention is now focused on the baby instead of the mother. I was really depressed because I knew that my flashbacks had been brief memories that I didn't recognize and kept pushing back. I was depressed because now that I knew the truth, nothing would ever be the same anymore. I resisted taking the baby but the mid-wife ignored me and forced the baby on me claiming that it was hungry and needed its mother. I reluctantly accepted the child and held it to my swollen breast. As the baby nursed, I felt a calmness wash over me as I realized how natural it felt to hold a small nursing baby to my breast. I realized that I had lived several months as a woman and was accepted by everyone as being a woman. I realized that my body was really a woman's body and it was only my mind and my memories that were male. I realized that when I thought that I was a real woman, that I really was the woman that I thought I was. I realized that I had a wonderful life and that everything except my current sex, was what I had always wished for. Feeling very calm and relaxed now, I didn't want to let go of my baby and wanted him to nurse me as long as possible. I wanted to forget my painful memories and think only of my new life. As that little baby's lips drained my mother's milk from my swollen breast, I looked up to see Walt standing quietly in the corner as he watched me quietly nurse my baby. When he saw that I was aware of his presence, he approached and knelt beside the bed, quietly declaring his love for me and our child. I listened to his honest remarks and knew that he meant every word of it. I knew that he accepted me as his wife - as Jane. At that moment, I knew that my life was as great as it was going to be. I knew that I was living the life that I wanted to live and that I was very happy with being a woman, with being Walt's wife and the mother of his children. I cried as I accepted his praise and love, knowing that from that moment on, I would try to forget my old life and to try to be the woman that he had convinced me that I should be. I had a rough couple of days as I tried to come to grips with the truth about my past, but everytime the baby came near me, I felt such a wonderful sensation of calm and happiness that I knew that everything would be all right. I would make sure of it and there was no way that I would give up my baby. Five days later, I was assisted out of the horse coach in front of the church. My nanny handed me my bundled-up baby and I carried him into the church, walking slowly but proudly in my beautiful dress and high heels beside my equally proud husband. I remember the long dark dress that I wore, carefully chosen because of its larger bodice and buttons. We walked down the aisle and took our seats where I proudly displayed my baby to the other members of our congregation prior to the service. I remember my baby's tiny hand searching for something and how I unbuttoned my blouse, then held my hungry child to my nursing breast in church as I sat beside my husband while the Pastor preached his Sunday sermon. My baby was a perfect baby that day. As soon as his little belly was full, he fell asleep and I buttoned up my blouse and held him close to me, enjoying the warmth from his delicate body, knowing that he needed a mother to take care of him. Later after church, I proudly watched as he was passed from one woman to another as they fussed over the little life that I'd brought into the world. I realized that I was now accepted by everyone as being not only Jane Parker, but the respectful wife of an English Lord and the mother of a darling little baby. I wasn't an outcast but rather the pillar of society - a person that others looked up to and accepted. My prayers that day were not for forgiveness but for forgetness. I wanted to forget ever being a man, to forget ever being Tarzan, to forget who the real father of my baby was, and to forget that I was in a borrowed body. I wanted to walk out of that church, my memory wiped clean except for my new life. I wanted to be Jane and declared silently to myself that I was Jane - wife of Walt Desmond and mother of Lawrence Desmond. It was easy to forget being Tarzan after that and to only remember being Jane. I discovered that the more that I lived the lie, the easier it became. I knew that it would be easy for me to accept my new sex because I enjoyed wearing women's clothes, having someone fuss over me as we made myself beautiful and then staring at my obviously attractive female body in a mirror. I used every trick that I could think of, to turn my mental self into a feminine mental identity. I daily shaved my legs and underarms as I soaked in warm bathwater, then coated my body with the finest oils and lotions to soften the skin. I dressed in the finest silk underwear, enjoying the silly frills and delicate ruffles that only Walt and myself knew that I was wearing. I hid my beautiful underwear under the prettiest dresses that were long and flowing. I bought several pairs of shoes, enjoying the high heels because they shaped my ass and made my walk more feminine. I experimented with fingernail polish, discovering that Walt enjoyed the feel of my new long ruby-red nails digging into his back when we had sex. I covered my fingers with beautiful rings, my wrists with dangling bracelets, my neck with diamond necklaces and my ears with golden earrings. I bought the most expensive perfumes and learned to use the exquisite smells to constantly re-enforce my new female image. I knew that I had a woman's body but that wasn't enough at first because whenever I stared into a mirror, I saw the face of a woman that I had made love to. So I concentrated on changing my face so that it no longer reminded me of you. I couldn't really changed it so I camouflaged it. I let the tan fade so that it was the more socially acceptable color of a proper English Lady. I experimented with blush, with lipstick, with eye colors, with shaped eyebrows, with thicker lashes, and with different hairstyles. Every day, my maid spends almost an hour curling my long hair and shaping it into a hairstyle that you would never see on an Amazon Warrior Woman. When I finished with all of that daily modification, it wasn't your face that I saw in the mirror any more. It wasn't the squeaky clean, no make-up, hair pulled back into braids, teenage face that I had fell in love with. Instead, it was the face of a beautiful young socialite, with a slightly older, more mature face. It was a face that I could look at and over time feel that it belonged to me. I used to spend hours dressing myself and looking at myself in a mirror, forcing that image into my mind as I tried to become completely female. I also re-shaped my personality into the proper Lady except when I was with the girls, learning how to be vivacious when necessary. When I was in the privacy of our bedroom, I enjoyed stripping myself naked and being my husband's love goddess as I showed him what a perfect female body I had. After a little time passed, I discovered that I was now comfortable with seeing my new image in the mirror because it was truly my image that I was seeing. Just as I had accepted my changing image as I aged over the years, seeing my new image reflected back at me soon become just as normal as my old image. And best of all, I wasn't seeing your image anymore. You see, my image of you, was of a teenage girl with no makeup, her hair pulled back into braids and running around half naked. The almost alabaster skin color, makeup, a beautiful hairstyle and appropriate clothes changed your old body so much that I no longer recognized it as your body. Not even when I saw myself naked in my bath. After I got my memories back, I remembered making love to the real Jane - to you- and talking about our lives. I told you about my past and you told me about your past as we laid curled up where ever it was that we just made love. About how you used to sneak out of the house so that you could be with your best friends. I thought about those discussions and decided that was another thing that I would do, to re-shape myself into the woman that you would have been. One night, I searched through the trunks of old clothes in your old room and found the couple of dresses that you told me that you liked to wear. I put them on and sat in your room, then rang the bell for the maid. Mary Beth couldn't believe her eyes when she saw me. My face and hair were perfectly made up but I was wearing one of the old dresses just as you had. I asked her to get some whiskey and have the gang meet me in the barn. That night, I went down to the barn and re-established the friendship that you had started. Every couple of weeks, we would meet down there. After Walt would go to sleep, I would sneak out and go down to the barn, to sit around and talk to Mary Beth, and Jack and Harry and Dominque just as you used to do. Then Dominque ran off with Jack and I had a heart-broken friend to console. The two of us would sit in the barn, smoke our cigarettes and talk about men. She had a fantasy about finding the perfect man to be the father of her babies and as she talked, I blushed because she kept describing me - or describing my old body, that is. I told her that if I ever saw any man that looked like what she described, that I would do my best to lock him into the same room with her. It was a very idyllic life. I would arise, dress as the youthful matriarch of a proper English family, then share a pleasant breakfast with my loving husband and young son. My mornings were occupied with watching my son play then my afternoons filled with the social banter of entertaining female friends, followed by pleasant formal dinners or parties. All the work was done for me and all I had to do, was to show up and be the center of attention. I hope that you can see why I enjoyed my new life. But I always knew that someday that I would have to face the truth. That if you lived, that you would return some day. So I developed a plan of things that I would do, what I would say and how I would act. I knew that I had to pretend that I still didn't remember any of my previous life or being with you and hope that you didn't call my bluff. I came up with that plan because of one reason - Walt's dying. In the last year, he's gone downhill a lot and the doctors give him two years to live - three at the top. So I plan to make his last few years as happy as possible as I continue to be his wife. After he's gone - well, I've considered taking Lawrence and going back to Africa to find you. I know that this is a rather long letter, but there's so much that I want to tell you but couldn't do it in person. I wanted you to know why I didn't react to you or immediately pack up and go back with you. So I've made a pretense of asking you to take Mary Beth back as my gift to you. Actually, I wanted her to go back so that she can watch over you until the day that I'm free to come looking for you. I don't know when I'll come back but don't be surprised to look up one day and see Lawrence and me coming over the hill. As for us, we have a lot to talk about. Should we swap bodies back? I don't want to! And I don't think that you do either. I'm not the same person that I was four years ago and even that person might be reluctant to return to his nomadic lifestyle. I've changed and I enjoy the new me. I enjoy being Lawrence's mother and won't give that simple pleasure up with a fight. I enjoy being the Grand Dame of proper English society and coming down a staircase in a long formal gown as an orchestra plays music and everyone watches me. I enjoy having men look at me and knowing that they want to have me but can't. I've even got where I enjoy those damn menstrual bloody messes because it proves that I'm a female capable of giving birth. I enjoy sitting around and talking plainly with women, even to the point of being very catty every once in awhile. I enjoy sitting in my bathtub as my bath oil softens my skin and then dressing in the most delicate clothes. I enjoy climbing in bed beside my husband and seeing the sexual arousal that I cause in him. I enjoy being on the receiving end of a hard cock and letting a man dominate me in bed. I enjoy waking up in a man's arms and knowing that I slept safely, curled up next to his body. I enjoy my softness, my femininity, my personality and most of all - I enjoy being you. Being the woman that you would've have been if you had stayed in England. I hope that you have changed just as much as I did. There were so many things that I wanted to ask you but couldn't. Not things about the jungle, but things about you. Did you get aroused when you were with me? I did. Do you think that I'm pretty? How do you like my hair? My breasts grew a little more with Lawrence and there're even more puffy now. I think that they're so pretty, so soft and so beautiful. I would've like to shown them to you but I would've had to either break my promise to be true to Walt or revealed that my memories were back. Yes, I want to make love to you, but it has to wait. I'll never leave Walt and will miss him when he's gone. But I'll still be a young woman and will need a good man to take care of me and my son. It's a package deal with my son - both of us or neither of us. I know that you're the man that I want, but we'll have to spend some time and learn to accept each other for the person that we are now. And you'll have to court me in perfectly acceptable social fashion. After all, I am recognized as a Lady by Her Majesty and have to live up to my social expectations. And I can't live with you in the jungle forever. If I come back to you, I want us to spend most of our time in a civilized environment, sleeping on clean sheets, living in good hotels and most of all, being lovers as you escort me around the best clubs in Europe. I want to be the young woman on your strong arm and to show you how lucky you are when you see all the men that have the hots for me. I want to be able to make love to you and feel that I'm your woman and that you're my man. I want us to become the perfect lovers. You don't know how many times since I've got my memory back, that I've thought about what it would be like to make love to my former body. Just remember for the first couple of times that you've got to be gentle, because my body is used to a much smaller penis and I'm not looking forward to taking all of your large cock into me at once. Damn it, I can't wait to get into bed with you and you know it. Till then, take care of Mary Beth. She's got the hots for you and will make a good mother. And most of all, take care. Jane ***** Tarzan held the letter to his nose and smelled the delicate perfume, knowing that it would fade now that it'd been removed from its protective envelope. He shut his eyes as he smelled the perfume, seeing the image of the woman that he knew as Lady Jane as he smelled her delicate aroma. For several minutes, he just sat there, thinking about the letter and what she was asking from him. She was asking him to accept her and to treat her as if both of them had been born into the bodies that they now inhabited. She was asking him to wait for her. She was asking him to give her the chance to develop a new relationship between them. He slowly stood and walked over to the hut's small door, looking outside at his native friends. He could see an obviously pregnant Mary Beth playing with one of the children that he had fathered with Laywan. The heavy-set woman saw him standing in the doorway and whispered something to the child; who turned around and waved at Tarzan. As he waved back, he also knew that change was something that had to be dealt with. And that in two to three years, he would have a rough decision to make, but that was at least two years away. The END Author's Note: If a follow-up story is ever started, the general plot would be: Tarzan has about three years to wait until Sir Walter dies. During that time, the very happy and completely masculine new Tarzan reveals the secret of the body exchange to Mary Beth. Unfortunately Mary Beth has a secret of her own. Ever since that son-of-a-bitch Jack ran off with Mary Beth's good friend Dominque, Mary Beth has dreamed of different ways that she could find her former friends and punish them. After Tarzan/Jane tells her roly-poly female friend about the powers of the Chalice, Mary Beth starts thinking of different ways that she could use the Chalice to punish her former friends. But there's a major problem - Mary Beth has a small child that she needs to take care of and her large body can't travel too many miles a day through the rough jungle. However, her lover Tarzan has the perfect body for jungle travel - and her former friends wouldn't recognize him where they would be suspicious of anything that Mary Beth tried to get them to do. The thoughts of vengeance cause her to become slightly crazy and she steals the Chalice - and trades bodies with Tarzan, knowing that small child and out-of-shape female body will keep the new Mary Beth from following. So the new Tarzan heads back to England and the new Mary Beth follows as fast as she can, running into all sorts of difficulties as she travels back. The new Mary Beth enlists Jane as a partner and the two of them search London, hampered by random killings by someone that the press is calling "Jack the Ripper". The new Mary Beth and Jane recover the chalice but not without some cost. There's a three-way body exchange between Dominque in Tarzan's body, the new Mary Beth and the current Jane. Still with me so far? So Tarzan and Jane are in their rightful bodies with Dominque in Mary Beth's body, while the real Mary Beth, Jack, and someone that the press calls Jack the Ripper are running around England. If I go any further, no one will bother to read it now that you know the plot. To hell with it. Anyhow, if I was to write a follow-up story (which I'm not promising), that's how it would go. 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