Message-ID: <15884eli$9810040528@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: new TG from Waldo - Phantom - part 4 of 16 0Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII 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: <9db6d6bf.36165e31@aol.com> The Phantom By Waldo All rights reserved by the Author. This parody of The Phantom and supporting characters (Diana, Hero, etc.) isn't intended to claim ownership of The Phantom character. All comic characters in these stories are the property of their respective publishers. No profit is made from their usage in this story by the author and this story can't be distributed by any site or individual for their profit. This is an adult story. If you're not an adult, don't read any Futher. This is a transgender story where I concentrate more On the story than on the body switch aspects. Chapter 4 - The new social order Kit woke up as he stared at the ceiling, looking at the small ceiling opening that allowed daylight to illuminate the cave; recognizing that it was still dark outside. A single candle on a far cave wall very dimly lit the large cave, similar to a night- light. In the bed beside him, he could hear Diana's soft breathing as she still slept soundly after their night of vigorous and rambunctious lovemaking. Even after a couple of years of married life, their sex life was still fantastic, mainly because of Diana's inventive and delightful bedroom games. The bouquet of her creaming cunt clung in the cave, as he smelled where they had made love again before falling asleep. Feeling a strong urge to pee, he sat up softly so that he wouldn't wake her. As he sat up, a long lock of dark hair fell across his forehead, brushing across his nose and resting against his chin. An extremely long lock of hair which was too long for his short military-type haircut. Startled by the hair, he leaped to his feet, feeling another unusual feeling - his chest jiggled and bounced as he moved. Rising too fast to get his balance, he fell to the floor of the cave, releasing a grunt as he sprawled on the hard floor. His mind was being overwhelmed with various unfamiliar sensations as he fell, but he had a strong suspicion why everything seemed so different. A second later, the bed squeaked slightly as Diana woke up. When she stated "Kit?" in a very masculine voice, his suspicions were confirmed. It was his normal baritone voice that he heard coming from her lips. Before he could respond, she stuck her head over the bed and looked down at him, as they observed each other's dim image for the first time. Because he had ten seconds head start on figuring out what had happened, he wasn't as surprised as she was. It was Kit's face and body leaning over the bed, but it was a still somewhat asleep Diana looking through his eyes at her former body lying on the floor. A look of confusion was replaced by a facial expression of shock as she recognized that the body on the floor was her body - that Kit had changed into her. She cried out in an almost scream "KIT??? What the fuck?????" Hearing the difference in her voice and recognizing that she had also changed, she rolled over onto her back, grabbing her chest with her new large hands and fingers. She found a wide muscular, masculine slightly hairy chest complete with impressive pectorals and a washboard stomach chest instead of her normal large female breasts. She sat up slightly on the bed, looking at the small, flaccid, shrunken cock between her legs before she started laughing a loud maniacal masculine laugh. Kit looked down at his own chest, seeing the female breasts that he had suckled on just a few hours previous. Standing up, he felt an unexpected tenderness and soreness between his legs, which he recognized were tender and lightly bruised muscles from their night of love making. Anxious to shed more light on his new body, he walked over to the night light candle. Picking up the candle, he discovered that his chest was also slightly tender - not as sensitive as the area between his legs, but still feeling slightly delicate. He used the lit candle to light several more candles to illuminate their bedroom, discovering that his new breasts bounced with every step; and that he almost had to stand on tip-toe to reach the higher candles. When he reached for the candle, his breasts limited the motion of his arm and he had to adjust his stance to light the candles. While he was lighting up the cave, Diana was standing and examining her new masculine body in the full-length mirror, as she did various muscle man poses, flexing her new masculine muscles. Her new six foot two inch tall male body was two hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle. She stared at her well-toned arm, which was a mass of seething muscle. Staring at her arm as she flexed her biceps, she smiled as the muscles clenched tight under her skin, as the well- defined muscle strained against the taut skin. She touched her arm, feeling the hard flesh pulsate with power under the skin. She relaxed the arm, then flexed again, feeling her flesh tighten beneath her exploring fingers, feeling the arm erupt into mountains of rock hard muscles. Then she ran both of her large, thick hands down her new masculine body chest, over the hard chest muscles, down to the rippled abdominal area, feeling each groove, each swell of her new solid muscular body. She looked at the mirror as she flexed her tanned thigh muscles, watching them ripple as she changed position. She tightened her abdomen, turning it into a washboard that was layered with tight hard muscles. A big grin appeared on her face as she watched her ass cheeks tense and tighten up. As she rotated around again, Kit noticed that Diana's cock was no longer flaccid and was slightly hanging out from her body as if she was beginning to get aroused from looking at her new body. She paused for a second to feel the rough male skin and stubble on her new male face, seeing the rugged boyish good looks that she was so familiar with - short dark hair, steely gray eyes and the classic square jaw; but it was now her handsome face. "It appears that we've changed bodies." suggested Kit, hearing Diana's soprano voice utter from his lips for the first time. "Wow. I can't believe it. I feel so strong - so powerful - so fucking virile. And the room and all this furniture seems so much smaller now." She assumed a pose, flexing her biceps as she stared at the veins popping out, then stretched out one of her new powerful hairy legs, exploring with her large hands, the lean, muscular body and narrow hips of her new body. A big grin lit up her face as she grasped the proud manhood that she now sported between her legs. She flipped it up with her hand, watching it as its heavy weight swung back down and bobbled slightly between her legs. "It feels like a log. I never thought that a cock would feel like this. How do you cram all this into your shorts? Does it hurt to bend it?" "You'll find out in time. Listen, uh, .. .I think that we need to re-think this." "Look at this - I'm getting an erection. Wow, it feels so warm and heavy." She proclaimed, not hearing her mate's words or worried tone, as she stroked the cock that was now attached to her body - yes, to her new body. Where she was enthusiastic about the transformation, Kit felt depressed. Although it had been his ideal so that he walked into it with his eyes wide open, now it didn't seem to be such a good idea. As Diana continued to stare at her new body in the mirror and tease her beginning erection, Kit remembered why he had to get out of bed in the first place. He felt a stronger urge to urinate. Grabbing his robe and sliding one arm into it, he discovered that his robe dragged the floor on his new smaller body and the sleeves were too long for his shorter arms. Throwing the robe on the bed, he snatched her robe and put it on; feeling somewhat more comfortable with the fit; but slightly embarrassed from the pink color. He opened the door to their bedroom, discovering Devil lying across the doorjamb. Normally he easily just stepped across Devil, but now his shorter legs required stretching as far as possible to get across the wolf; which proved to be difficult because his inner thigh muscles were extremely sore. He walked the semi-dark hall to the room that they used as a bathroom. It had a narrow channel that carried away waste and an underground stream kept the water buckets full. Staring at the wooden commode on the channel, Kit mentally questioned himself why he allowed the body exchange to occur. He picked up the back of his robe and sat back on the commode, discovering that the commode had been sized for his bigger male body. Scooting back on it, his feet left the ground while the tail of the robe got between him and the commode. Standing back up, he removed the robe then sat back down. As soon as he was positioned and relaxed the muscles that were holding back the pee, a strong stream of urine flowed from his body. It stopped just as quickly as it started and Kit thought for a second, trying to figure out how to shake his new pee spout to get the last drops out. Looking down at his new body, he observed that the pubic hair was matted and dried cum lined the inside of his legs. Thinking back to the moment that he woke up and smelled the heady aroma of their lovemaking, he now realized that the smell came from him. He was going to have to bathe before he could dress. Dress - shit, he'll have to wear her clothes now. And he'll be expected to assume her role in this village. Looking down at the relatively big breasts that hung from his smaller female torso, he shook his shoulders, feeling the somewhat erotic feeling of heavy boobs swaying from side to side. He stared at the firm mounds of resilient flesh thrusting out from his slender chest. His hands were drawn to touch himself, feeling the warmth and resistance of natural flesh. As he examined his new apparitions, he felt the nipples respond to his touches and grow. He gently stroked his left breast, then lifted the other breast in his hand feeling the weight. His noticeably small, female hand probed and stroked the soft flesh as he observed the nipples increased in size as he caressed the breasts. Shaking his shoulders again, he noticed that his nipples were slightly stiff from his gentle playing with them. The firm and beautifully rounded breasts were slightly larger than pear sized, but on her small body, looked very large. The nipples so recently stimulated by his hands were standing erect from sexy half-dollar sized aureoles. Looking at his lower body, he touched the hairless legs then touched his face, feeling the same soft and smooth, hairless skin. The coarse hair of his arms and legs had disappeared, leaving behind a soft, smooth tawny skin that smelled of satin, womanhood and recent sex. Female genitalia. It felt very weird to be sitting on the commode and seeing female genitalia between his legs. He reached down to his pussy and probed the moist, slit topped by a little nub that shot tremors through his entire body when he touched it. Grabbing the toilet paper with a quick snatch, he patted himself dry feeling an unusual sensation as the toilet paper also touched the edge of his new vagina lips. Shaking his head at what he was going to have to do to adapt, a lock of dark hair fell across his face. Before he could push it back, more locks of the dark hair fell in unhampered, distracting waves as he stared at the familiar female genitalia that now was on his body. Snapping his head quickly, and brushing the mass of hair back with his hands, turned on a torrent of backup emotions within him. He wanted to just lie down and cry. And he hadn't cried in years. Fighting back the wall of depression surrounding him, he jumped to his feet and grabbed the robe, not bothering to put it on as he angrily strode down the hall. He stepped over the wolf, entering the bedroom quickly. He saw Diana down on the floor doing pushups. A light gleam of sweat covered her new rippling muscles as she counted out loud "one hundred and forty two, one hundred and forty three, one." "Look, I'm not sure that we did the right thing." He blurted out, hearing the tension in his new voice. Diana stopped doing pushups, then rolled over on her back. As she stared at Kit, she started doing sit-ups as she asked, "I'm sorry that you feel that way. Look, if you don't like it, we'll swap back. Just let me see what it's like to be a man. Give me a couple of days and then we'll swap back. Ok?" Kit pulled the robe on, tying the belt as he tried to think rationally. Picking up Diana's toilet kit and a towel, he declared in a somewhat upset voice "I feel filthy. I've got to take a shower. After I get back, we need to talk." "Ok, sweetheart, only we need to iron out some minor agreements before either of us sees anyone else. For all practical purposes, you're now me. The natives are going to expect you to behave as I do. So you've got to answer to your new name - Diana and accept that you're now a second class citizen in this village. You're the leader of the village women, but you're behind the lowest man on the social pecking order. So remember your place. And we've got to start calling each other by the appropriate name and using the correct gender pronouns." "Oh, I see. So now when you talk about me, use she or her and I'll use he or him when I refer to you. Well, get your masculine butt up and fix your own breakfast. Because this "she" ain't cooking for you." Opening the door, an obviously irritated Kit jumped over Devil who was still blocking the doorway; almost falling because his jump wasn't propelled with his normal powerful muscles. Striding angrily down the hallway, Kit rushed out the door, discovering that the sun was rising. "Shit, the whole village's up." Striding purposefully toward the lake, Kit passed several villagers. The women spoke to "her", calling "her" Diana while the men just nodded. When "she" got to the flat rock, "she" discovered that Taizza was already there and was washing clothes. Well, Taizza had seen this body before and Kit didn't care at that moment, who else saw it. Removing the robe and dropping it on a boulder, "she" opened the toilet kit. Ignoring the large number of strictly female toilet articles, such as the lipstick, the small hand mirror, the tweezers, and the rouge, Kit found the soap. As Kit walked toward the waterfall, Taizza stood up and smiled as she saw the matted pubic hair on the approaching female body. She removed her skirt and dropped it on the rock as she announced "I want to shower with you Diana." Remembering that "she" now had to pretend to be Diana, Kit hesitantly replied "Ok." The two young women stepped under the waterfall, letting the water flow over them. After "she" had somewhat rinsed her new body, "Diana" stepped barely out of the water flow and started soaping her body. Taizza lined up beside her and "Diana" handed her the soap, knowing that it was expected that best friends share the same soap. Taizza confessed "Mauba wants me to move into his hut with him tonight. He doesn't want to wait until the festival and to choose me in the ceremony. What should I do?" "What do you want to do?" "My heart says move in with him. My father says wait. But my body says do it now. Mauba will make me a good husband. His cock's not as big as your husband's cock, but it's a good cock. He doesn't have any diseases and everytime he thinks about me, his cock gets hard. I want him now and don't want to wait. Someone needs to talk to my father?" Hearing the reference about "her" former body's cock, caused "Diana's" face to blush slightly, which "she" covered up by coating it with a lather of soap. Stepping back into the waterfall to rinse off, "she" wondered how "she" would rinse within "her" vagina lips. "Diana" looked at the young native woman's eager face and declared "If that's what you want, I'll talk to your father." "No, he won't listen to you. Ask The Phantom to talk to him. Please?" she begged. "Diana" nodded "her" head, really accepting "her" new feminine second class role in this society and gender identity for the first time. Although "she" knew that "she" was really The Phantom, now "she" was Diana and had to start thinking of "herself" as Diana. To start thinking of himself - rather herself as a woman. Now that the new Diana felt clean, she walked over to her towel. Walking toward her was a fully dressed Phantom, followed by Hero and Devil. The man striding toward her took long steps as his long arms swung from his wide shoulders. Stopping a couple of feet from the still naked Diana, he explained why he was dressed and leaving "Seeing as how I've only got two days to explore my new masculinity, I've decided to make the most of it. I suggest that you explore your new womanly body - take a warm bubble bath, then have Taizza dry and brush your hair. That always makes me feel so soft and feminine. Try on some of my clothes, with my recommendation being to select the lacy and frilly items; then experiment with your makeup technique. Meanwhile, I'm going to ride into town and stop at a little bar that I want to close down. I'll take care of myself and be back by suppertime. I hope you don't mind, but when I shaved, I didn't shave the upper lip. You might like it after it grows out a little." Diana stared at her former body, feeling terrified at the thought of her "husband", because that was another gender concept that she must get used to, going into that bar. Before she could say anything, The Phantom admitted, "I did some calculations when you walked out. If I'm right, your period probably started during the night. It's the beginning of everything, the start of the month of madness. That's why you feel so confused and upset. I'm used to it, but the rush of new female hormones probably overpowered you. If you'll look in my right top drawer, you'll find what you need to protect your clothes. I suggest that you try that very unique feminine necessity just to make sure that you don't get embarrassed by an accident." "A period. Shit, next you'll tell me that I'm pregnant." Diana uttered in a high pitched voice, as she put the bathrobe on. "Anything is possible." Glancing at the male body that now seemed so huge to her smaller body, she admonished her former body "How come you didn't put the jockey protective cup on? You never know when you'll need it." Glancing down at his pelvic area quickly, he responded "Yeah, I see what a difference in appearance it makes in this form-fitting costume. Looks like I've got a German sausage tucked away in my underwear. Well, I put it on, but didn't like the feel of it, so I removed it. I'll make sure that no one hits me there." The Phantom smiled as he declared "Gotta go. Those crooks won't wait." Turning, he grabbed the saddle as he easily leaped into the saddle. Winking at her, he tugged on the horse's reins. Hero turned then the horse started trotting toward the path to town, closely followed by Devil. As Diana stared at the departing Phantom, Taizza asked "Would you like me to come brush your hair?" Diana looked at her young friend. A smile of gratitude formed on her face as she responded "Yes, thank you. I'll make sure The Phantom talks to your father when he returns tonight." "Do you really think that he'll talk to him?" she gushed, her face all aglow with enthusiasm. "If he wants any pussy tonight, he'll do it." ****** The powerful horse trotted down the trail at a speed that most horses couldn't maintain for long, but Hero could carry his master at that speed for several hours before he required rest. Behind them trotted the wolf, which never let his master out of his sight, unless ordered to do something else. Feeling this powerful horse between his legs was nothing new. But having powerful legs wrapped around this horse and not having to put up with bouncing boobs was a completely different sensation. It was also a completely different sensation to have to adjust his cock, as it felt cramped from the tight clothes. The Phantom adjusted his mask, knowing that the crooks in this bar were small time, local crooks that the real Phantom usually ignored. But when a younger Diana Palmer first arrived in Africa, those goons had insulted her and she had never forgotten their harassment. Although the former Diana could've had The Phantom bust them up, she always relished the ideal of marching in there herself - correction, himself and kicking ass. After two hours of easy riding, The Phantom reached the hill overlooking the small town. He stopped the horse while he let the horse rest. He used the time to practice his pistol draw and shadowboxing. He had a little problem getting the draw perfected because his much larger finger seemed to be too big to fit around the trigger. When he was satisfied that the guns felt normal, he hopped back on Hero. He rode to the bar's back door. After dismounting, he opened the saddlebags and put on the trenchcoat, hat and sunglasses that disguised him as Mr. Walker. Mr. Kit Walker. He told the animals to wait, then he walked around the building into the bar. The smoky bar had six or seven riff-rats sitting around playing cards and drinking. He walked over the bar, ordering "Milk, please." The bartender laughed at him as the man closest to him called out in a sarcastic voice "We don't allow pansy's in here. Why don't you get your ass out of here before we kick you out?" Smiling behind his sunglasses, he responded "Milk, please. And I prefer a clean glass." Two of the cardplayers dropped their cards then moved so that they stood behind the person challenging him. When the braggart confirmed that he had backup, he loudly stated "I warned you mister. Prepare to get your ass kicked." The man launched himself with an animal snarl. Side stepping the charging man, The Phantom let the man crash into the bar. As the man rebounded, The Phantom grabbed the man's arm and swung him straight back into a wall, hard enough to knock the breath from him. As another thug stepped forward, Mr. Walker's huge right hand flashed out, connecting with the thug's jaw, instantly dropping him. Before the thug's body fell to the floor, the other two thugs grabbed Mr. Walker's arms as the other hoodlums rushed to help their friends. One man grabbed hold of his knees, lifting his legs in the air. Mr. Walker responded by ramming his legs into the man's midsection, knocking him down. As soon as his feet touched the ground so that he regained his balance, he swung another kick into someone's midsection. The man flew across the room onto his back. With a lightning move, and quick snap of his right arm, he landed two blows against the nearest man's face, connecting once with the nose, then quickly shifted position as he clobbered the bully's chin, knocking him on his back. Another man stepped forward, circling The Phantom warily. The man was furious, his face reddened by his anger. Under The Phantom's mask and Walker's sunglasses, Kit had a look of pure animalistic joy, like a tiger hunting his prey. The man rushed towards Kit and slammed his right fist towards Kit's head--but Kit dodged the blow, caught the man's right hand in his left armpit, and smashed his right elbow down hard on the hoodlum's upper arm. Another man swung at Kit, but Kit easily side stepped the punch and pulled the man's head down with a jerk, bringing his knee up quickly to smash into the man's jaw. As that man went down, Kit launched a series of super-quick blows against another man's chest, before smashing him in the face. One of the men rose unsteadily to his feet. Kit grabbed the man by the arm and spun him furiously into the wall, face first. Three of the thugs now had The Phantom's mark on their chin - the mark that they would never be able to remove. While Kit still had the hat on his head and the sunglasses on his face. In less than thirty seconds, he had beaten all six of them. That old jungle saying about The Phantom being rough with roughnecks was very true. As he stood there, savoring his triumph, Kit realized that he had a rock hard erection in his trousers. It was an unusual sensation, as its increasing tumescence broadcast a strong sexual thrill through his body. It was a very unusual feeling, but he knew that was what an erection felt like. Leaning against the counter, he pressed the cock against his body, verifying that it was an erection. Staring at the bartender, he reminded the bartender "My glass of milk, please. Don't anger me by forgetting my clean glass." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----