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Jane	by Waldo

Chapter 6b 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




******

Four years later.

Time heals old wounds. Just as Tarzan's body healed, so did his 
spirit over the next couple of months. And Jane's acceptance that 
Tarzan's body would be her body for the rest of her life.  She began 
to think only of herself in the male gender and to think of the 
deceased Jane as the female.

A couple of months after the accident, a completely healed and very 
normal appeared Tarzan was climbing the trees and swinging 
through the jungle on vines again, as well as resuming the daily 
swimming routines again. As for Tarzan's love live, he resumed his 
active participation in bedtime activities with Laywan as soon as he 
was able to hobble around. The first couple of weeks, his beautiful 
and attractive personal nurse, Laywan, used only her lips to entice 
life back into the man. She expertly gave the healing man just the 
right stimulus to make him want to live. Then as his flexibility 
returned to normal, she added additional routines to their nightly 
lovemaking until Tarzan was able to handle anything - even the 
difficult but fantastic Hibacous Monkey position. The rest of the 
village thought that their village chief had helped Tarzan get over 
the death of Jane, little suspecting that Laywan had really helped 
him with a more difficult transition - accepting the permanent 
identity and life of Tarzan.

The new Tarzan felt comfortable in his new male body - almost as 
comfortable as if he'd been born in it. He enjoyed the taller height 
of his new body, being able to stare most people straight in the eyes 
instead of constantly looking up people's nostrils when he talked to 
them in his former and much smaller female body. He enjoyed the 
strength and pure power of his body, easily lifting things that he 
used to struggle with in his former body or being able to throw his 
new heavier spear twice as far. He enjoyed the longer legs which 
could run much faster and further but which could also jump 
higher and farther. He enjoyed pitting his new body against the 
Amazon Warriors, taking on two to three of them at one time as 
they practiced their hand-to-hand fighting techniques, relishing the 
physical contact knowing that he was able to manhandle them as 
easily as they had overran his former female body. He enjoyed 
running full speed across the valley floor and not having to hold 
bouncing female breasts. He enjoyed the simpler clothes of the 
loincloth, frequently smiling as he noticed the women adjusting 
their halters as they tried to keep the halters from pinching or 
binding their mounds of delicate woman flesh. He enjoyed the 
freedom from the monthly menstrual flows and hormonal 
personality changes. He grew a small beard which not only changed 
his looks but helped Jane to accept his new image as he looked at 
his reflection.

In addition to the physical pleasures, there were the mental 
pleasures also, such as the acceptance by all the village as being 
the unofficial leader. Laywan and the others were still the chiefs 
who ruled the village, but the new Tarzan was invited to participate 
in all meetings as an equal - a very great honor in this village that 
was ruled by women.

He noticed that everyone treated him differently now. Everyone was 
still his friends, but there was a marked difference in everyone 
else's attitudes. The women didn't discuss their `womanly' 
problems as openly as they did when he was Jane. They expected 
him to sit at the table while they waited on him. They liked to tease 
and flirt with him, as they swished around doing their womanly 
chores, while they expected nothing more from him than to be the 
village stud.

There was the pleasure of being a handsome, virile man in a village 
where the women weren't afraid to let their physical desires be 
known - where attractive young women that he had wrestled with 
only hours earlier during warrior training, would put on their finest 
clothes at night, add a little perfume and convert themselves from 
warriors to harem women as they spent the evening seducing him. 
His body was greatly desired by most of the village women.

Laywan had been right when she declared that she was pregnant 
and as her lush body began to fill out during the early stages of 
pregnancy, she followed the normal tribal procedure and moved out 
of Tarzan's bed, allowing one of the other warrior women to share 
his bed. During the four years after Jane's death, Tarzan lived with 
twenty-seven different Amazon Women Warriors, resulting in 
fourteen official new children - two by Laywan with a third on the 
way. Laywan's first baby had been a healthy boy whose birth the 
tribe celebrated. The first female baby born by one of Tarzan's 
women, had been named Jane.

There were other women that he bedded where he didn't go 
through the normal tribal ritual of accepting as a bed companion 
for a month - women that he would be out in the forest hunting 
with, and feel the strong urge to mate. Women were always 
available to go hunting with him because if game was scarce, 
Tarzan would make sure that the woman came back to camp with a 
smile on her face. There were also many women that he would 
follow back to their hut after the common supper and make love to 
them, then go to his hut where his `official' woman was waiting on 
him. Although he had fourteen official children and three more on 
the way, there were twelve other children with fair skin who looked 
like his children.

During that four years, the village re-built itself back into the sleepy 
peaceful village that it was before Brad's pillage. Every couple of 
months, one of the villagers would visit the Momgua and return 
with a couple of captives who would be added to the general 
breeding program just as Jane had been added. Most of them were 
natives from other jungle tribes, but there were a couple of white 
men from American, a Dutchman and his wife, and a Japanese 
man. Most of them accepted their destiny and gradually became 
productive members while a couple of others - were disciplined 
twice then disappeared.

It was almost four years to the day when Tarzan was playing with 
the little girl named after Jane and some of the other children as 
the convoy came over the mountains from Momgua with the new 
captives. As the convoy walked through the town center, something 
about one of the captives startled Tarzan. The man's face was all 
scarred on one side so that his face looked out of proportion, but 
the rest of him looked healthy. As the man turned his head, Tarzan 
noticed that the man's jaw had been dislocated sometime in the 
past and never healed correctly.

Staring at that old dislocated jaw, something clicked within 
Tarzan's memory. This was one of the outlaws who Tarzan had 
fought in the mine right after the body exchange. He was one of the 
outlaws who had been turned loose by Sir Walter and had captured 
Jane. He was one of the outlaws who had been on the raft and went 
over the waterfall with Jane. He was one of the outlaws who 
should've died from the waterfall or the down-river alligators. 

Jumping to his feet, Tarzan pushed through the crowd, grabbing 
the man by the face and holding his face close as he stared into the 
face, feeling the mutual pain as the outlaw recognized who it was 
that was holding him.

Tarzan felt that old anger build up inside him as he loudly 
demanded "How did you survive the fall?"

The man whimpered "The raft glided down the fall. I held onto it as 
we shot down the fall, then the raft hit something that jarred us but 
started pushing us away from the big rocks toward the small rocks. 
Whatever it was, it slowed us down as we fell so we didn't hit as if 
we'd fell the complete distance. When we hit, the raft busted up 
and everybody went flying every which way. I found a piece of wood 
and floated down river for about two days before I climbed out. My 
face was all cut up from the fall and I laid in the bushes, wishing I 
was dead. I saw some natives come through, searching for us, but I 
knew better than to let them find me. So I hid for a week then 
slowly worked my way down river. By the time that I got back to 
familiar territory, I was healed but stuck with a distorted face. Two 
years ago, I started working safaris again and got captured by the 
Momgua who didn't recognize me."

Tarzan's voice became hoarse as he asked "What happened to 
Jane?"

"I don't know. After the crash, it was every man for himself."

******

When Laywan returned from her short hunting trip and heard 
about the man's story, she collapsed - her worst nightmare had 
come true. By the time that she got to Tarzan's hut, he'd already 
gathered his spear, bow and arrows, a small belt filled with gold 
and left the village. Staring at the distant hillside that led to the 
mountain pass, Laywan whispered out loud "Good luck, my love. 
May the stars bring you back this way when your quest is ended."

Tarzan didn't stop to rest until he cleared the treacherous 
mountain pass where he had only traversed twice before - once as 
Jane when she was brought to the valley and the second time when 
Laywan carried him back from the waterfall.

The four years had brought a lot of changes to Tarzan. He now 
thought of himself only as Tarzan and as a normal man; preferring 
to shut out the old memories of his former life. That other life as 
Jane was so far and long ago that it no longer seemed real. There 
were the childhood memories of being Jane, of Jane's rich father, 
of Jane's friends and of course, Jane's father trying to mold the 
teenaged Jane into being the perfect Lady. There were the memories 
of putting on the delicate female underwear, fixing the long hair in 
the current style favored by English young ladies and the 
occasional flirting with some young man that her father arranged 
for her to meet with appropriate chaperones observing their limited 
contact. There were the memories of the panic from the first period 
which her nannies hadn't warned her about and the subsequent 
monthly flows as her small body filled out in its female 
metamorphose, rather than grow taller as her childhood friends 
were growing. There were the childhood memories of lying on her 
satin sheets and squeezing her small breast mounds, wondering 
the typical childhood adolescent dreams as she tried to figure out 
by herself what sexual enjoyment a man could find with her small 
and very delicate breasts. There were the typical teenage crushes 
that she had on some of the young men that she'd met and the 
silly games that they'd played, following the rules of the formal 
English society. There were the memories of the trek into Africa as 
Sir Walter's secretary, the fond memories back when he was 
Jane's friend. There were the memories of being deflowered by 
Mogu - her first lover, who was quickly followed by Nasroi, then 
Tarzan.

Those were the most difficult memories - the memories of being 
Jane with Tarzan. He could close his eyes and see the image of a 
naked Tarzan who expected his lovely young female named Jane to 
suck his cock. There were so many memories of that relationship 
that the current Tarzan frequently woke up, still feeling confused as 
to whom he was now. At first there were many dreams where he 
was still Jane and Tarzan was still his mate. Dreams that could 
only be vanquished by cupping his large pectoral chest muscles 
while stroking his cock to remind himself what was real and what 
was only a dream.

But as the years passed, the new Tarzan added more women to his 
list of bedtime companions as if he was driven to prove to himself 
that he was a virile man. Only Laywan knew that he did it because 
of the memories and that fucking his brains out almost every night, 
kept the old memories from returning.

The person pushing his way through the jungle was no longer the 
person that had been born Jane. This new person was a strong, 
broad-shouldered, muscled young warrior who felt that he was a 
man - Tarzan to be specific. This was a man who had accepted his 
destiny to be the gene pool for the mountain village that he loved. 
This was a man that accepted his body and new life.

But under that strong personality was hidden a mission. A mission 
that had been reawakened by the outlaw's return. A mission that 
he must resolve before he could sleep peacefully again. A mission to 
find Jane and to kill the bastard that took her away from here.

His mind was swirling will numerous ideals. Was she alive? And 
should he bring her back so that they could exchange bodies again 
- returning to their rightful body, sex and identity? Could he 
become a woman again? 

******

A month after leaving the village, he found the first clue that 
someone had survived. He had followed the river down the 
mountain, stopping in every village, quizzing the people to see if 
anyone had seen the old white man and/or young woman. Similar 
stories were told by several different villagers far downstream who 
remembered that a canoe had disappeared or some food about that 
time, but that was an almost everyday jungle occurrence. It wasn't 
until Tarzan arrived in a plains village that someone remembered a 
canoe passing down the river in the dark of the night with two 
white people in it four years before. Two weeks later in another 
village, Tarzan found someone who had talked to the mysterious 
canoe paddlers, describing both Jane and Sir Walter.

She was alive!! And they had made it this far. Tarzan speeded 
through several villages as he continued his down-river trek, 
discovering more people that had seen the old man and young 
woman. Looking at a map, Tarzan deduced that they were following 
the river until it ended at a seaport town, so he bypassed a lot of 
towns, stopping just every once in awhile to confirm that they had 
passed this way.

When he got to the seaport town, he discovered that they had 
checked into a hotel where they rested and bought new clothes as 
they waited on a passenger ship. They had booked passage on a 
ship that would transfer them to another ship that would transport 
them to England. The tickets, clothes, and room rent had been paid 
with gold, remembered the hotel clerk. He completely remembered 
the young attractive woman, being able to describe her as if it had 
only been yesterday that they passed through. The young clerk had 
been smitten by Jane's beauty and innocence. 

******

The ship's daily progress towards England seemed too slow for the 
now impatient traveler. Now that he knew that Jane had somehow 
survived the waterfall and was alive somewhere back in England, 
time seemed to drag as Tarzan worked his way back to England. He 
knew that it was easy to track two white people through a jungle 
full of blacks but that it would be almost impossible to track them 
through a white civilization after four years, so he would go first to 
Parker Mansion. If Jane wasn't there - well, he just knew that he 
would keep looking until he found her.

He purchased tickets on the fastest transports and found himself in 
Paris a little more than three weeks after catching the first tramp 
steamer from that small African port where he discovered that the 
two of them had also departed for England four years before. Prior 
to departing Africa, he bought some proper khaki clothes that he 
wore as he traveled so that he didn't out of place in his preferred 
loincloth. As soon as he arrived in Paris, he obtained a berth on the 
first England bound ship and used his few hours of spare time to 
buy a proper suit. The tailor wanted three days to make the suit 
but a small chunk of gold convinced the tailor to have the suit 
ready before the ship left the harbor.

A very different looking Tarzan walked down the gangplank at a 
southern English port. This Tarzan was wearing gray garbadene 
trousers, a gentleman's white shirt, tie, dress coat, hat and shoes. 
The shirt was the current French style with a little ruffle around the 
neck and sleeves. The tailor modified the coat so that there was a 
big pocket where Tarzan's ever-constant knife could be carried 
without being obvious. 

The worst part of his new outfit was the shoes. Tarzan's feet had 
never been encased in shoes and the many years of being 
barefooted had felt wonderful when compared with the stifling feel 
of new shoes on the feet. Even the long mane of hair which had 
only been occasionally trimmed with his knife was shaped up by 
the same barber that shaved his beard off, so that the man that 
walked down the gangplank looked like a rich and very proper 
young English gentleman. 

It was an overnight coach ride to London then a four hour coach 
ride from London to Parker Mansion - the home that a young and 
very na‹ve girl had left almost five years before. The closer that 
Tarzan got to his former home, the more tense he became. What if 
she wasn't there? How would he explain to Jane's father how the 
person that had born his daughter was now the strapping young 
man?

During the ocean travel, he'd made his mind up that he wouldn't 
reveal the truth to anyone - not even to Mary Ann, Jane's former 
best friend. No one would believe or understand what had occurred 
to transform the dainty young woman into the male warrior. And 
they also wouldn't understand why Tarzan would want to return to 
the jungle after he found Jane.


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