Message-ID: <15891eli$9810040528@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: new TG from Waldo - Phantom - part 10 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: <13f8933c.36165ecf@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 8b - While the men are away. (Cont) ****** The rain continued to pour down that day, that night, the next day, and the day after. Diana and Taizza made Taizza a couple of American style dresses that Taizza wanted. Her choice was a copy of Diana's college cheerleading uniform with one modification, no panties. They modified one of Diana's bullet-type bras to fit Taizza and made her a sweater and matching short pleated skirt. They fooled with makeup a little, but Taizza didn't really like any of the makeup except for the lipstick. So Diana gave her a tube of bright red lipstick. When they were finished, Taizza thought that she looked perfect and hoped that Mauba liked the American college girl look. And Diana made herself a new outfit. A Lady Phantom outfit. She used the same cloth that was used to make The Phantom's costumes, making a smaller version of his costume. Just as tight and form-fitting so it showed off the wide hips, the narrow waist, and the breasts; because The Phantom had learned years ago that crooks couldn't hold on to tight clothes. Instead of a skullcap, she tried just a mask, but the exposed hair was such a giveaway that anyone who knew Diana, would recognize her. Not liking that amount of exposure, Diana made a larger skullcap that was large enough to hide all of her hair. Then she stepped into the form fitting costume and wiggled her way into it. Sliding her arms and shoulders into the top and inhaling, she slowly fastened it up the back, all the way up to the nape of her neck. The top covered her upper chest and neck, forming a nice, skintight turtleneck that stopped just below her chin. The top stretched out tight over her breasts and stopped just below her tits, wrapping itself snugly around her rib cage. The costume was so tight that it showed every detail of her ample body, yet it was stretchy enough to allow her free movement Her pert breasts strained the seams of her purple bodysuit. She rubbed her hands down the outline of her body, admiring the incredible tightness of her costume, enjoying the way that it felt on her more sensitive skin. Looking in the mirror, she observed the way that the tight fabric, the purple color and lighting made miniature shadows that highlighted her hard nipples and made her breasts appear larger. Her bottom was complimented by an equally tight and shear purple trousers, which caused exotic pressures on her legs and her stomach. She ignored the temptation to caress her body as she buttoned the trousers and she blended the lower trousers into the upper torso. The mask didn't look right on her smaller face so she made a new mask with larger, more feminine looking eyeholes. After putting the mask on, Diana slid the skullcap over her head and pulled it down tight. She wiggled it slightly to adjust the eyeholes. The final touch was a pair of shiny, black riding boots with short heels, which she slipped on. She looked in the mirror and the new Lady Phantom stared back. Staring at the mirror, she gazed at the muscle tone of her curvaceous body as she ran her hands slowly over her breasts and rear. Her tight costume looked like a second skin - as if it was nothing more than a coat of paint on her body. It highlighted her hips, the twin globes of her ass and the pucker of the cleft in her woman flesh gathered at her crotch. The tightness and the color made her shoulders look wider, while making her waist look narrower and shapelier. But the best part was how it emphasized her hips, showing off the curves, and made her ass look fuller, and rounder. The tight fitting around the legs showed off her shapely legs and made them look longer on her small frame. As she moved away from the mirror, she felt the tight costume dig into her crotch and rub slightly against her vagina. Stopping to look at her inner thigh area, she noticed that the material was so shear and tight that the mound and slit made by her vagina could be observed. While she didn't like showing off this part of her anatomy, she didn't have time to make a new costume with more room, so she would have to live with that exposure. Going into the armory, she tried to shoot some of the pistols that The Phantom normally carried, but they had too much of a kick for her weaker muscles. So she settled for one smaller caliber pistol, a sawed off double barrel shotgun, and a throwing knife. She carried one of the holsters down to the village and had the village craftsman cut the holster down so that it fit her, while adding places to carry extra shotgun shells and the knife. Satisfied with her costume, she hid it, until she was ready to dress as The Lady Phantom. ****** The jungle drums had told of The Phantom's success, that he was on his way home and would be home that very night. And Diana's period had stopped sometime during the previous night. She took a long luxurious bath, filling the tub with warm water, adding some of the delicately scented bath oil beads into the water. The warm, scented water felt heavenly to Diana. Not only did some of her minor aching fade away, but also she felt cleaner, having soaked in the warmth of the water. After bathing, she rubbed a fragrant pink cleansing lotion to soften her skin. Going back to the bedroom, she worked for two hours on her hair, putting rollers in her hair, drying her hair so that she had some bouncing waves and curls when she finished. Placing the last photograph of Diana beside the mirror, she painfully and patiently plucked her eyebrows shaping them delicately the way that Diana used to keep her eyebrows. An hour later, the improvement in her appearance was incredible. Her hair had been shaped and brushed into a pretty bouncing style that framed her beautifully made up face. But the most attractive feature was her eyes, where she had replucked her eyebrows into the current feminine arched pattern, drawing attention to her incredible large and limpid doe eyes. Several practice sessions had taught her the correct mixture of mascara, false lashes and eyeliner. Below the eyes, her generous lips, coated perfectly with the red lipstick, looked luscious and pouting - the type of kissable lips that men dreamed of. Smiling at her facial image, she thought how the real Diana couldn't do any better. She patted on a scented talc and perfumed her body in various places, then put on a pair of lacy panties and slipped on an expensive satin negligee. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she smiled as she stared at her seductive, feminine, luscious, extremely beautiful image. The scent of the perfume coupled with the sight of her nakedness in the mirror made her quiver as she thought of the evening ahead of her. The semi-transparent negligee clinged to her body like a second skin. Her dark pencil-eraser size nipples vividly poked through the negligee, which rose and fell ever so little, in perfect rhythm with her breathing. Holding her arms back slightly and arching her back caused her stiff nipples to blatantly thrust out through the delicate fabric. She felt a little turned on from looking at herself and from the way her skin tingled sensuously as the underwear rubbed against her skin from the slightest movement. She strutted around the room watching herself in the full-length mirror, observing how her bottom looked in the silky lace. Running her hands over the soft material and feeling it against her skin and fingers, enjoying the sensual touch of the delicate lingerie. Very pleased with her appearance, she waited in their bedroom for his return, eager to see his face when he saw what was waiting for him. Shortly after dark, she heard Devil lie down outside the bedroom door. She walked down the hallway, walking as seductive as she could, without looking trampy. She saw him first as he entered the Cave's entrance. His extremely dirty costume was ripped at the knees and on his shoulder. His boots were coated with mud and scraped. His eyes were dull. As Diana looked at him, she felt the tiredness seeping from his body - on his face was a grim look, not the usual confident grin. She smiled at him, asking, "What happened?" "I tried to take a shortcut across the swamp, figuring that I would save a day, but with all the rain, the paths had turned to mud. I had to walk through mid-knee mud most of the way, leading Hero. I'm bushed. Will you hang up the guns?" He handed her the muddy holsters and walked past her toward the bedroom. Pulling one of the guns from the holster, she saw that rust was already beginning to form. She carried the heavy holsters to the armory and wrapped each pistol in an oily rag to help stop the rust. Returning to their bedroom, she discovered that The Phantom had already lain down on the bed. Or partially gone to bed without bothering to undress. He was sprawled across the freshly made bed, having dropped his boots as he entered the room and was snoring loudly. ****** Sometime during the night, she was awakened by him climbing on top of her. From his strong body scent, she could tell that he still hadn't bathed and from his rough face, that he hadn't shaved in the last forty-eight hours either. There was no foreplay - just a slam-blam hit-it-and-get-it methodology and then he rolled over and went back to sleep. While she had one quick orgasm, so had he. While his needs were served, her needs were still screaming within her body. While his body snored and rested in a deep sleep, her body tossed and turned, craving the physical relief that only a man's cock can provide to a woman's healthy and hungry body. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----