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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.

Waldo

 






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