Message-ID: <15885eli$9810040528@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: new TG from Waldo -Phantom- part 5 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: 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 5 - Comparisons Diana was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a khaki blouse. After Taizza dried and brushed her hair, Diana had dismissed her young friend while she dressed. She looked at Diana's closet full of fashionable city clothes quickly noting that most of them weren't suitable for jungle wear, but which the real Diana frequently dressed up in, just to wear around the cave. Ignoring the fashionable clothes, Diana settled on the standard khaki clothes. She opened the described drawer and found a bunch of pads to absorb the messy female discharge. One of the panties already had a pad pinned in so she observed what she had to do as the pads got dirty. The panties fit although it took a moment to discover which was the front because there was no penis slit. The smooth, satiny fabric felt pleasant next to her skin causing her to remember once when the real Diana had teasingly suggested that the real Phantom wear a pair of her panties because he had a mild raw area in his crotch. The real Diana had joked about how much softer women's panties were and how much nicer they felt over cotton drawers with elastic that kept rubbing the wrong places. The pad completely covered her from above the base of her vaginal lips to the top of her ass's crack. Inside the tight panties it was slightly uncomfortable, but somehow it made her feel more secure. The very lacy bra was extremely difficult. Having observed the real Diana put one on many times before; the new woman didn't realize how difficult it could be to get it on correctly. And after it was on, it still didn't feel right. She unhooked the bra and put it back on, noticing that her breasts still overflowed the lacy garment. A couple of minor adjustments and it felt better, but was still uncomfortable to wear. The cups were a little small for her breasts, then she realized that her new breasts were probably swollen from the menstruation. Looking in the mirror, the bra looked filled out and bulging. The weight of the boobs pulled down the bra straps and the tightness forced the skin up at the top of the bra exposing a lot of cleavage. She took a couple of steps, noticing that the bra only reduced the amount of jiggle. As she stretched her arms to put the shirt on, she could feel the slightly restrictive feel of the bra on her chest with the straps cutting into the shoulders. Wearing a bra was a "damned if you do and damned if you don't" situation. Turning, she gazed at a picture taken of Diana while the real Diana was taking a vacation back in her hometown earlier in the year. The picture showed a beautiful young lady, with skillfully arranged hair, with large curls that were currently in style back in America. Picking up the picture, she stared at the beautiful face, with long dark eyelashes, sweepingly arched eyebrows, seductively pouting pink lips, and tiny gold loop earrings dangling from her pierced ears. That beautiful face in the photograph was now the face that the new Diana presented to the world. Looking in the mirror, Diana saw the same face, but there were so many changes. The curl was gone from the hair, the eyebrows had grown out some, the lips looked naked without the lipstick, there was no makeup on the eyes or rest of the face, and the ears had small diamond earrings to keep the piercing open. Diana smiled similar to the smile in the photograph as she held up the picture by the mirror to compare her current look with the photograph. The camera-caught image of Diana's beautiful, feminine face with her smooth peaches and cream skin tone, perched on a sweetly arched neck stared back at her; framed by a swirling mane of auburn curls. Turning her head as the new young woman stared at her image in the mirror, the sultry tresses bounced around her neck. Although she looked beautiful, the new Diana felt that the current mirrored image wasn't as beautiful as the year-old photograph of the real Diana. Feeling slightly disgusted with the comparison, the new Diana put the photograph back on the dresser, but face down. Staring back at the face in the mirror, she recalled the memory of the first time that The Phantom saw Diana. She wasn't a tall or big woman, but she had a very filled out, proportional body for her five foot two inch body; which only weighed one hundred and twelve pounds. Proportionally, her boobs were large and firm, but not so heavy that they sagged. She had the tiniest waist that flared out into wonderfully rounded hips and a flat, well-defined stomach that sloped smoothly and gently to the extremely sparse, straight black baby-fine pubic hair that framed her pussy. While she had a body that would attract any man, it was her attractive face that caught The Phantom's attention. Thinking back to that time as she shut eyes to recall that never-to-be- forgotten image, the new Diana remembered what the real Diana looked like that day. She had a beautiful face, with highly arched eyebrows, and used just the right amount of makeup to enhance her natural beauty. Her eyes stood out because of the eyeliner, and mascara making her eyes big and bright that highlighted her sensuality. Her pouting lips were flaming red, sharply defined and voluptuous, looking so full, lush, wet and kissable. The long, soft curls, that were framing her face looked as if she had just exited a beauty salon. Her colorful magic of base, powder, blush, liner, shadow and lipstick all combined with her natural beauty to turn her into a sensuous woman who could have any man that she wanted. As she opened her eyes to compare the image of that day with her current-day look, a long lock of tousled hair fell across the face as Diana turned back toward the mirror. Pushing the lock of hair back as if it was a natural motion, she was distracted for a second by her hands. The fingernails definitely needed a manicure. Diana used to have long fingernails, which she painted the same shade of red as her lipstick. Staring back in the mirror, it was obvious that it was the same face, but the rough jungle life was beginning to show. Remembering the departing advice of her new male lover to explore her new womanly body while she could, she decided to give it a try to see what it was like to be a woman. Picking up a brush, she began brushing and combing the hair, trying to shape it as Diana usually wore it. She picked up the brush as she tried to decide where to start. Watching herself in the mirror as she brushed her long thick hair, she was appalled to observe that she was mashing the hair down. She ran her hands through the hair, mussing it but getting it to stand up again, before remembering that Kit's touch with the brush had been very light, so she made a concentrated effort to brush lightly. After several attempts, it began to take shape. She brushed the top and left the sides full and wavy but drawn to the back. The back was arranged in one long fluffy curl, which she draped over her shoulder. Satisfied with the general appearance, she pulled down a few strands before brushing them back so there was a little bit of bangs hanging down. While it didn't look absolutely gorgeous, it looked very normal. The Phantom preferred for her to wear it wild and free, falling to her back. Seeing the hair easily brush into its more familiar style rewarded the efforts that she was putting into perfecting her feminine skills. Sitting at her vanity table, she stared at the mixture of foundations, bases, power, lipstick, gloss, mascara, eyeshadow, and cold cream. Remembering the general purpose and sequence from lying in bed staring at the real Diana while she put on her face, it seemed like it would be easy to smear a little rouge and lipstick on the face. Uncapping the lipstick and cranking it up, she held it in front of her lips as she smelled the pleasant aroma and rubbed a crimson slash across her open mouth. It made her lips feel so smooth and soft. She was conscious of the lipstick on the lips from the slight, fresh odor just below her nose and its taste in her mouth. The taste reminded her how sweet the real Diana's lips had tasted the first time that The Phantom had kissed her. Looking at the smudged thick lipstick on her lips, she wiped it off with a tissue and pursed her lips. Turning the lipstick, she took her time putting the lipstick on. When she finished, she had a very thick coat of the bright red lipstick but she had brought it out just past the edge of her lips all the way around in order to give a more sexy shape to her new mouth. Not liking the thickness, she wiped it off again and re-applied it, this time applying a thin, covering coat that outlined her lips correctly and had a thin appearance. A final touchup, then her lips assumed the fullness and softness of the beautiful woman that she should be displaying. Feeling comfortable with mastering that feminine skill, she put a little blush on her cheeks. Three failed attempts later, she put the blush away accepting her fire-engine red cheeks as "not correct but passable" before she concentrated on making her eyes look sultry. She closed one eyelid at a time as she swiped some shadow on each of her eyes in turn. Blinking her eyes, it didn't seem right because she looked more like a raccoon that had been in a fight, than a beautiful young debutante. Recognizing that there was more to do before she was finished, she tried to determine where she should work next. Staring at the rather full eyebrows, she considered tweezing them back to the thin, more-stylist shape that Diana preferred when she was in America. Looking carefully at the eyebrows, the new Diana decided that she liked them full; so she wisely left them alone. She outlined her eyes and darkened her eyebrows with eye liner, then applied some mascara to each of her eyelashes. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was very disappointed with her somewhat ghastly appearance and lack of natural makeup skill. Twenty minutes later she gave up as she scrubbed it all off then only applied the lipstick. The somewhat frustrated new woman stared at the makeup, realizing for the first time, how much skill it took to expertly apply the different cosmetics so that it not only enhanced the beauty but also looked natural. Picking up one of the perfume atomizers, she sprayed a squeeze of perfume on her shirt. Taking a whiff of the perfume and enjoying this particular odor, she sprayed herself again. Opening the jewelry box, she stared at the treasures that the real Diana favored. The Phantom had given Diana her choice of any jewels in the Treasure Room, but she favored the small delicate look in her personal jewelry. She selected a gold neck chain, with matching bracelet and earrings, and several rings, which barely fit on her smaller fingers. The rings reminded Diana that her nails were due some maintenance, so she gave herself a manicure, adding some bright red nail polish that matched her lipstick. Her nails were fairly long and she just rounded them at the ends before applying the polish. She examined the hands; feeling pleased with the improvement that the polish made to her smaller and more delicate hands. Standing and looking at herself in the mirror, her appearance was now the way that Diana usually looked. No one would ever know that it wasn't the real Diana when she stepped outside the privacy of their cave bedroom. Finally the new Diana was dressed so that she felt comfortable enough to walk through the village. Stepping out of the cave into the bright sunlight, there was just a momentarily weakness in her legs as if she was scared. Pausing for a second before she continued toward the village, the new Diana assumed that it was something that came with being a woman - such as the female hormones that were now cursing through her feminine brain. After all in her real Phantom body, she had wadded hundreds of times into deadly situations without feeling any terror. As she walked through the village, she noticed how people looked at her. She felt as if a hundred eyes were staring at her; that everyone knew about the body exchange but she attributed that minor fear to the hormones again. Holding her head high as she disregarded her fears, she walked slowly through the village. She spoke to the villagers, nodding to the ones that didn't speak to her. She could tell a definite difference in the way the men treated Diana from the way they treated The Phantom. The men typically wouldn't speak to her because they had to keep the class difference. She might be The Phantom's wife but she was still just a woman. They would smile at her, then lightly nod their heads as a simple greeting to accept her presence. But the most difficult moments was when they looked appreciably at her body as if they could see through her clothes; then they would continue with their more important tasks as hand - such as batting away a fly. There was also a noticeable difference in the way that the women greeted the new Diana. Normally the women would greet The Phantom with a mild smile then they would scurry to get out of the way so that The Phantom could talk man talk with their husbands/fathers. The women were now lively talking with the new Diana as if she was one of them. The women stopped her as she walked, talking to her about their children, their food, their food, their lazy husbands, and their gossip. It normally took The Phantom only ten minutes to walk from one end of the village to the other because chit-chat was minimal. But the new Diana discovered that the women talked longer so it took almost an hour just to get halfway through the village. By the time that she got to the center of the village, she felt accepted by the women and ignored by the men. Under the central tree, Mozz was sitting, with a bunch of kids scattered around him as he told his stories. Diana sat down next to him and listened to him as he talked to the kids in their natural language. Then he mumbled something, using a different language, that was a simple command to Diana requesting her to help him get up from his sitting position. She stood up to help him up but the old man sat there as he ignored her attempt to help him. Then he declared in the same language as the command "Two things gave you away. Your heavy overuse of the perfume this morning. The real Diana doesn't know a single word of the Moorish dialect, but the real Phantom does." Sitting back down beside the old man, Diana looked at the kids who didn't understand what the old man had discussed. With a wave of his hand dismissing them, the children ran away, leaving only Mozz and Diana sitting under the tree. Diana confirmed his guess "We tried it last night. As you can see, it worked. We're going to live each other's life for two days before we swap back. I need your help to make sure that no one else discovers that we've done this exchange." "There is an old jungle saying that goes - He who swings from vine, must worry what to do if the vine breaks." A puzzled look formed on Diana's face as she responded "I don't remember anyone saying that about me." "True. It's one that a friend told me about a man named Tarzan. But it also applies to you. What if you can't switch back?" "But we've got to." "Nothing is guaranteed in life except taxes and death. That's an old IRS saying." "Ok, so you're probably right. What can we do?" "Only wait and see. We'll try but if it doesn't work, then you'll have to adapt to your new life...Diana." The sound of Mozz so forcefully calling her Diana sends a chill down her back. A chill of doom. ****** The Phantom rode into the village in mid-afternoon after returning from taking care of the bullies in town. Sliding off Hero, he entered the Skull Cave. A quick glance around the cave revealed that he was the only person in the somewhat private area. He deduced that Diana must be down in the main village - probably talking to Mozz. He strode into the Chronicle Room, enjoying the sound of his heavy boots clicking on the stone floor as he walked briskly through the cave. There was a very noticeable difference to his new footsteps over his real body's footsteps. The sound was more confident, more powerful..more manly. Opening the latest journal, he fulfilled a mandatory task that every Phantom for the last four hundred years had done every day. He entered the story of his fight, recording for future generations how some bullies had tried to push one person too many. He left out one major observation - the wonderful erection that he had experienced as a result of the fight. When he finished his entry, he noticed the obvious difference in the handwriting. The entry just made was an example of beautiful hand writing, where the letters were very flowing and feminine while the previous entries were almost brutish and business-like. Later he would bring Diana in here and between the two of them, write the chronicle entry to describe their body exchange. Striding into the Throne Room, he sat down on the Throne. Sitting in the carved-rock Throne chair felt very normal, where it hadn't feel even the tienie-wieniest bit normal when he sat on the Throne in Diana's smaller body. The rock-hard chair was designed for a man with long legs and a wide body, so the chair felt better with his new body. Sitting in the Throne, he felt a rush of power flow through his body as he realized that he was The Phantom now. That he was the man who millions of jungle inhabitants idolized because of The Phantom's rich history and mystery. Looking around at the huge chamber, his low voice filled every crevice as he whispered to the ghosts that filled the chamber "I won't let you down." He wanted to sit on the Throne for a long time so that he could think about what it was like to be The Phantom. But he knew that his time was limited with so many other things that he wanted to experience also. Walking through the series of inter-linked caves, he entered the Burial Vault where the twenty other Phantoms were buried in their individual crypts. Looking at the open space reserved for the twenty-first Phantom - the current Phantom, he knew that he wanted to be buried within that space when he died. He knew that was impossible because only The Phantom's were buried here within the crypt. The dead wives of Phantoms were buried in a small cemetery just a short distance from the waterfall. When he eventually died, he wanted to be entombed here within the crypt - where he felt that he really belonged. ****** Diana was watching Taizza cook. Most times, Diana helped her friend, but the little pigmy woman had declined Diana's assistance today. Talking to Taizza woman-to-woman in a best friend to best friend style was a very unusual experience for the new Diana. She felt more comfortable talking about horses, or crops, or hunting, or anything but what Taizza kept talking about. Taizza's entire life seemed to revolve around Mauba and her planned life with him. Diana had to pretend to be interested in her friend's single-track mind which simply revolved around her desire to be fucked. From her limited topic range, Diana deduced that Taizza was extremely horny because all the young virginal woman would talk about was, what it must be like to be fucked. And that was something that Diana didn't want to think about, much less answer the rather pointed questions that Taizza kept asking about sex. As fast as Diana changed the subject to something that wasn't so unsettling to her, Taizza would switch back to the topic of sex, often inquiring about details of what Diana thought about making love to The Phantom. Talking to Taizza, Diana was amazed to discover that the whole village discussed their love life and that most of the village women frequently fantasized about what it would like to have The Phantom as their husband. While Diana knew that back in her bachelor days as The Phantom, that The Phantom could've claimed any village woman as his companion, she never dreamed that the village women talked about his reputed sexual prowess as an everyday topic. Taizza revealed that they joked about how his body was proportionally built everywhere except between the legs. And that even the biggest horse didn't have a cock reportedly as big as his cock. Hearing Taizza open up about the rumors and gossip of the village women, Diana felt her face blush many times as Taizza rattled on about what so-and-so would do if The Phantom was her man for the night. Or about someone else bragging about how she had been visited one night in the dark by a man whose cock was so big that it could only have been the Phantom. About how there were women who had been slightly disappointed by their new-born babies non-white skin. Taizza was also very curious about Diana's ability to satisfy her husband with her mouth. When Diana shyly changed the subject, Taizza immediately switched back, claiming that she needed to know how to suck big cocks so that she could someday be the perfect wife to Mauba. Finally Diana claimed that she needed some exercise so that she could escape her friend's one track mind. She walked out of the village and down one of the trails to a lonely spot by a stream that she knew the real Diana liked to visit. Sitting on a fallen log, she knew why the real Diana felt depressed and lonesome at times. There was really nothing here to entertain her or interest her. That's why the real Diana spent a lot of time in the woods exercising, or dreaming about going back home. The new Diana sat on the log, thinking for a long time about what she had learned in such a short time. She was surprised when she looked up to see that it was almost sundown. Leaping to her feet, she turned to see Mozz quietly sitting on a stump a little way up the trail. He smiled as the village's wise man proclaimed "Just as I watched over the person that I formerly knew as Diana, I'll watch over you." The old man started walking back down the trail. She hurried after him, feeling her breasts bounce up and down even with the bra on. In a few seconds, she was beside him on the trail. He stopped, looked her in the eye as he softly reminded the new young lady "My friend, I would love to live in a society where I could treat you as an equal. But as you know, we don't. Please don't make me remind you." He walked slowly forward as Diana followed him, keeping one step behind him as a woman is supposed to follow any man. They talked as they walked. Mozz told her that he had seen The Phantom ride in and he was in the cave. When Diana entered the cave, The Phantom was sitting in his throne chair. His gunbelt was off and he was staring in space as he thought about whatever Phantoms think. She cleared her throat making a small noise which caused him to look up as he asked. "Hi, dear. How was your day?" "I understand that I'm the luckiest woman in the village to be married to a stud like you. Why didn't you tell me about all these rumors going around about The Phantom's large cock and his frequent affairs? Did you shoot anyone today?" she asked, hearing a slight tone of sarcasm in her voice. "Not yet, but the day's not over yet. As for the rumors, they were just gossip that I didn't feel worth repeating. I knew that you weren't having affairs and I enjoyed hearing all the outlandish things that the women gossiped about doing with you. As for what I've been doing, I've been doing a lot of thinking. We're both acting slightly differently than we normally act. I think it's caused by the hormones going through our new brains. You're going through an hourly estrogen hormone fluctuation as your new body cleanses itself and I'm being bombarded with testosterone's, which causes me to strut a little too much." "Maybe you're right. I know I've felt a mixture of feelings today - one minute depressed and lonely while the next minute, all hyper and feeling strange. I was looking at a pretty flower and I suddenly felt like crying. I can't explain how strange I feel." "It's the only explanation. Let me tell you what happened to me today. I had several erections. Three of them were while I was riding Hero. One was here while I was sitting on the Throne and one . one was in town." "That's natural. Most men have several erections daily." "I know, but it's weird to find yourself suddenly erect when there's no logical reason for it. I see that you took my advice and explored the mysteries of cosmetics. Later tonight, I can show you how to apply your makeup properly." "Does that mean that you think I put it on wrong?" she responded with a slightly higher tone of voice indicating a little anger. "No, not at all. I was just - I thought maybe that you would like...I've spent years learning how to put makeup on that face and I'd be happy to help you. Are you hungry?" he asked, trying to change the subject. "I've nibbled all day so I'm really not hungry." "Supper is ready. I took the liberty of doing that task while I was waiting for you. After supper, we'll talk some more about our experiences." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----