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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 12b - The battle begins (cont)


******

It had been easy to get rid of Willie - just open the door and ask 
him to step in. Walking into the dark room, his head was an 
easy target for her broken chair leg. Thirty seconds later, his 
arms were secured and his mouth covered with tape. She 
walked down the empty hallway wearing Lucky's robe; noticing 
that it was daybreak.

Entering her cabin, she removed the false bottom from her 
suitcase, removing her Lady Phantom costume. After putting 
the skin tight uniform on, she slipped into her mid-thigh black 
riding boots and strapped on the gunbelt. Pulling her hair up 
and back, she pulled the skull cap on, adjusting the mask to 
cover her eyes.

When she had tried the costume on the first time, the tightness 
provided pleasure, but with her body swollen and bruised, the 
tight suit only added to her discomfort. Glancing at herself in 
the mirror, she observed that her nipples were extremely 
swollen and made the flimsy fabric of her costume look flimsier. 
And between her thighs, the swollen pussy lips were highlighted 
between her legs.

She checked both guns, making sure that no one had tampered 
with them and they were loaded. Holding the shotgun in the 
crook of her arm, she marched down the still empty hallway, 
hearing only the click of her boots on the metal deck.

She climbed the staircase and stepped out onto the main deck, 
observing Maggie dressed in her robe with some men standing 
around her. Walking quietly in the shadows, she hoped that her 
dark costume and the deep shadows would hide her from view 
until she was closer. As she walked toward the group, Maggie 
observed her. After a momentary startle, Maggie started talking 
to the guards as she continued to distract the guards until Lady 
Phantom was mere inches from them. Pointing her shotgun at 
them, The Ghostess Who Walks commanded "Silence. I know 
how to use this. Drop your weapons."

Stunned by the apocalyptic shock of a shotgun barrel pointed at 
them by an obvious amazon woman wearing a purple, skin tight 
costume, and a black mask covering her eyes, the men 
complied with her request. Pointing to the cargo hold with her 
shotgun, they led the way into the hold.

As they entered the hole, something followed her. Turning 
quickly, she observed Devil who had somehow slipped on the 
ship and had been silently searching for his master. As they 
entered the hold, The Phantom paused in pulling on his boots. 
Leaping to his feet, he buckled his gun belt around his waist as 
he watched the guards walk down the aisle toward him, 
followed by a Lady Phantom and Devil.

"I should've expected something like this. Who's your tailor - 
some demented, over sexed Hollywood movie producer?"

"I'll tell you about it later. We've got to get out of here."

"The woman's on our side." He declared as he strode toward the 
group.

"Maybe - maybe not, but I'm willing to give her a chance to 
explain some things." Retorted a grim Lady Phantom, vaguely 
remembering Maggie guiding her to Lucky's bedroom.

Raaaannnnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!!

"What the fuck's that?" asked The Phantom as a loud bell rang 
unexpectedly.

"It's the alarm. Lucky's the only one that can set it off from his 
room. It'll get the whole ship up. There's no escape now" 
Responded a dejected Maggie as she sat down on a ledge.

As he checked his weapons, The Lady Phantom suggested "The 
guard's weapons are just outside the door. Should we leave 
Maggie with their guns while we go after Lucky?"

"Sounds like a plan - may be a bad plan, but it's a plan." He 
responded as he adjusted his costume.

The Lady Phantom ran to the door, and returned a moment 
later with the three guard's weapons. Handing one to Maggie, 
she said "I don't know if I should trust you after what you did to 
me."

"Listen, honey. I was high on that shit that we were smoking 
and when Lucky commanded me to bring you to him, it scared 
me. I did it because I was scared and not thinking correctly. 
You've got to give me another chance."

"You've got it. Only remember that there is some basis for the 
old jungle saying that an angry Phantom is fearful to behold. 
You don't screw over me twice."

"You two can resolve your minor problems later. We've got a 
boatload of criminals to deal with. What should we do?"

"There's only about ten to fourteen guards. Everyone else is 
either a guest or servant. You take the top deck and I'll take the 
cabin deck. Take Devil with you to guard your back and I'll 
meet you at the stairwell. I've got a score to settle with Lucky."

"Whoa, if you're going to settle scores, then you'll need this." He 
suggested, removing the Skull Ring from his right hand and 
handing to her. Smiling, she put the familiar ring on her largest 
finger on her right hand - it was loose, but held in place by her 
other fingers.

Blowing a kiss at her, he picked up the extra two guns so that 
his guns could be held in reserve. Turning to Maggie, he 
commanded "If they move, shoot their balls off. After this is 
over, I want to talk to you about the potential of getting together 
for a titty-fuck."

Grabbing a ladder, he climbed up the ladder, opening the cargo 
hold door. Immediately there was gunfire. With a jump, he 
cleared the door, both of his guns blazing away as Devil ran out 
of the door, taking the stairs to help his master.

As The Lady Phantom walked down the corridor, she was 
challenged by one guard, but a quick pistol shot to his knee put 
him out of action. On the upper deck, she could hear the 
screams of men as Devil attacked them and the gunfire as The 
Phantom returned their gunfire.

Stopping at the stairwell, she saw one of the cooks holding a 
pistol, who was guarding the bottom of the stairwell, looking the 
other way. He never saw what hit him. A sharp kick to the back 
of his head, helped by a leap from the hallway above, sent him 
to oblivion without being able to fire a shot. As she rolled to her 
feet, a frying pan smacked against the deck from another cook. 
Jumping in the air and spinning her body, she delivered a 
sharp kick with her heel behind the second cook's ear knocking 
him unconsciousness.

A third cook came charging her with a cleaver raised over his 
head as if he was going to make chop suey out of her. Raising 
her shotgun and pulling the hammer back, she aimed at the 
cooks head. Staring into the deadly barrel, he stopped so 
suddenly that he almost fell forward. Dropping the cleaver, he 
turned and ran.

Overhead she heard the shooting, knowing that The Phantom 
was getting the action that he had always craved. As she 
stepped into an open doorway, someone opened fire on her, 
causing her to jump back.

The bullet had hit close enough to her to almost get her. Using 
the reflex action of her jump, she kicked the wall and groaned 
loudly as if she had been hit, dropping the shotgun so it laid in 
the open doorway.

A moment later, two heavy set men ran through the open 
doorway, thinking that they had shot her.

As the first guy came through the door, she rammed her elbow 
into his throat, causing him to drop his gun. Behind him, his 
cohort stopped and started blasting away. Using the first man's 
body as a shield, she drew her pistol and fired around the body 
that was shielding her. After she fired two quick shots, she 
heard a heavy thud as another body hit the floor. Letting go of 
the man's body that she was using as a shield, his dead body 
fell to the ground. Stepping over him, she picked up the 
shotgun and kept walking down the corridor.

Willie was standing outside Lucky's bedroom, with a shotgun. 
He watched her walk down the corridor as he lit his cigarette. 
With the cigarette hanging from his lips, he swore "I get a bonus 
if I capture you, so don't make me kill you. You look nice in that 
outfit, little lady. Are you that fucking no-gooder that all these 
damn natives have been whispering about?"

"Yes, I'm The Phantom and there's an old jungle saying that you 
should be aware of - Never point a gun at The Phantom. So drop 
it and get out of my way."

He smiled a crooked smile, keeping the lit cigarette hanging 
from his mouth as he replied "If I drop anything around you, it's 
going to be my trousers. Now drop your shotgun."

He raised his shotgun, pointing it at her, clicking both barrels 
as he aimed it at her chest. She was only about ten feet away. 
With a smile on her face, she held the shotgun out and dropped 
it. As the shotgun clanked against the deck, she drew her pistol 
and fired one quick shot.

For a moment, both of them stood there - the acrid smell of her 
pistol shot and the smoke filling the small hallway. Then Willie's 
body shifted slightly as his body collapsed to the deck, firing 
both barrels into the floor as he fell. His head was turned so 
that the bullet hole between his eyes was very obvious - and the 
still lit cigarette between his lips.

Holstering her pistol, she stepped over the dead man turned the 
door knob, pushing the door open. Lucky was smoking a cigar 
and sitting on his couch, holding a submachine gun that was 
pointed at the doorway.

She stepped into the room as he stared at her and at the dead 
guard that was visible in the doorway. She declared "I've come 
for you. From what I remembered, you like your sex rough - the 
rougher the better. Here's what I'm willing to do. I'll take my 
pistol belt off and you put your popgun away. Then we'll fight in 
the middle of the room. If you win - well, you get to do whatever 
you desire with me. If I win, then I'll kill you."

Twirling his cigar around in his mouth, he asked "What all that 
gunfire on the upper deck? You got friends here?"

"Just a ghost up there. What do you say, Lucky? Double or 
nothing sounds like good odds."

"You know - you might have a good body, but I like a little more 
meat on my women. If you were to gain about ten pounds or so, 
especially in the boobs, you could be a stunning vixen. Well, I've 
always been a sucker for beautiful women. Take your gun off 
and put that crossbar on the door, so we don't have anyone else 
barge in here, while I'm busy."

With one hand, she unbuckled her gunbelt while he aimed the 
machine gun at her. At that close range and with all that fire 
power, he could do some damage to her. Throwing her gunbelt 
over next to the couch, she turned and shut the door, dropping 
the crossbar on the door.

Turning around, she was stunned by a hard fist to her chin 
where he had slipped across the floor when her back was 
turned. Slumping to the floor, momentarily dazed, she was 
pissed because she knew that she was a good fighter, had quick 
reflexes and a lethal punch, but a cheap shot to her jaw had 
put her down fast. She couldn't take a punch like she could in 
her male body.

She stared at the asshole as he stood over her, smiling at her. 
She came to her feet in a single, fluid motion, ready to fight, but 
the blow had slowed her reflexes. He hit her again, causing the 
room to spin around her, as she felt dizzy from his blows and 
crashed back down to the floor. He certainly wasn't pulling any 
punches and outweighed her by a good hundred pounds. She 
waited for her vision to clear and for the shakiness to wear off 
before she would get up again.

"Whhhhhooooofffffffff", she groaned as he kicked her in the ribs.

He was standing over, his cigar still in his mouth as he declared 
"Come on, bitch. You were so hot when you waltzed in here, 
with that big pistol on your belt. Why don't you get up and kick 
my ass. Come on, and let me show you how I'm ready for you 
now."

He rapped his hand against his nuts as he spit on her "Yeah, 
bitch. You taught me to be prepared around you. I'm wearing a 
boxing cup so there's no way that you can hit me and hurt me 
again. Get up so I can knock you down again - it feels so good 
to pay you back. After I fuck you, I'm going to cut your nipples 
off."

Spinning on the ground and snapping her leg back in a straight 
kick, she kicked him in the kneecap, causing his knee to give 
way as he dropped to the floor. Spinning her arm around in a 
vicious sweep, she slammed her right hand into his jaw, 
knocking his cigar from his mouth and snapping his head back 
as if he had hit a wall. He fell to the ground, and rolled to his 
feet.

She also got to her feet, noticing that he was as sluggish as she 
was. He stayed away from her and was holding his jaw as he 
backed up so he could stare at a mirror. On his jaw, was the 
very clear mark of the skull.

Spinning around, he screamed "You fucking bitch. You broke 
my jaw. I'll kill you."

He ran at her like a Bull Moose, his head down slightly and 
charging her. Easily side-stepping him, she struck him a second 
time on the jaw, driving it back into his face. With a groan, he 
collapsed on the floor and laid there. Stepping over him, she 
walked on shaky feet over to her gun. Picking up the gun, she 
put it on, hearing some gunfire still going on upstairs. Knowing 
that he could probably use some help, she unbarred the door 
and picked up her shotgun. Going up the steps, she discovered 
that five guards were using a lifeboat to hide behind as they 
fired at The Phantom.

Whistling very loudly, she waited for their reaction. It didn't 
take long as one spun, pointing his pistol at her but she took 
him out with the first shot from the shotgun and another 
gunman with her second shot. She drew her pistol but the 
remaining men dropped their guns as The Phantom and Devil 
ran forward.

"You all right?" he asked.

"Yeah, just got delayed a little downstairs."

******

The other guards surrendered and they marched them down to 
the cargo hold where they could be locked up. As they neared 
the cargo hold, Maggie who was still only wearing her robe, was 
sitting outside, holding her pistol, smoking a cigarette. As they 
approached her, she raised her pistol and fired in their general 
direction.

Both Phantoms drew their pistols but held their fire, noticing 
that Maggie's shot had been aimed at some point above them. 
Then a body fell down the stairs behind them before stopping at 
the bottom level, obviously dead. It was Lucky, with his skull 
mark on his jaw.

******

When the harbor police and jungle patrol boarded the ship, all 
of the crooks were locked up. There was no Phantom, Lady 
Phantom or Maggie on board the ship.

They had taken Maggie ashore with them after giving her time 
to dress and turned her loose, with The Phantom's good mark 
on her neck. Both Phantoms rode into the jungle, followed by 
Devil. Although the day was still young, they didn't ride far 
because Diana was obviously hurting from her battle and her 
night long slavery to Lucky. As soon as they were a little ways 
into the jungle, they found a clearing and made camp.

She was still wearing her Lady Phantom costume and stripped 
down so that she could sleep. While he guarded her, she slept 
and rested. Throughout the day, she slept. Waking up, she 
recognized that night had fallen and The Phantom was sleeping 
beside her. Looking up at the stars, she saw that it was the first 
full moon of the month. If they hurried back, they could try the 
Looking Glass again. Curling up next to his sleeping body, she 
went back to sleep, still feeling exhausted.

******

"Wake up, honey!"

Opening her eyes, Diana stared at The Phantom's large body 
next to her body. Her eyes widened as she recognized what had 
occurred. Because the real Diana was now back in her natural 
body and the real Phantom was back in his natural body. While 
they had slept under the full moon, they had changed back to 
their correct bodies.

Epilogue:

Old Jungle Sayings are usually based on fact. After this little 
adventure, a new jungle saying developed "All people are 
created equal and shall be considered equal" ending decades of 
second class citizenship for women within the jungle. The 
Phantom and his wife made sure of it.

The End


Authors Note:

When I wrote this a couple of years back (which was before the 
1997 movie), I had the rough concept of writing two separate 
stories and turning them both loose at the same time.  Only I 
became involved in other projects and never got around to it.  I 
intended to keep the first chapter the same in both stories and 
start a different plot beginning with the second chapter.  In the 
other never-written story, The Phantom would've come back to 
Skull Cave, barely alive from a deadly brush with outlaws.  He 
would've lived long enough to tell his wife that he loved her and 
then died within the privacy of their cave. Diana would've 
panicked, rushed out to take revenge on the outlaws and failed.  
They would've captured her, raped her and left her for dead.  
She would've made it back to the cave where Mozz is waiting for 
her.  The old man knows that she is the only way that the 
Phantom's line can be continued.  But because she isn't 
pregnant or doesn't have any already grown kids, there's only 
one option.  The Looking Glass this time transfers her life and 
soul into the dead Phantom's body.  Rising from the ashes of 
death, the new Phantom goes after the outlaws, whips their butt 
and makes the jungle safe again.  Returning home, the 
Phantom would bury his dead body in the little cemetery where 
all wives are buried.  Then depression would set in.  After a 
month of feeling sorry, Mozz would convince the new Phantom 
to go home to America.  Returning to America, Kit could only 
stand outside Diana's parent's home, knowing that if he saw 
them, that he would have to tell them the truth.  Then he runs 
into Diana's worst enemy from high school.  A ravishing blonde 
also named Diana who has got herself in trouble with the mob.  
Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc.  The new Phantom returns to the jungle with 
his new bride and thus the line of future Phantoms is 
continued.

Waldo  


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