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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 3 - A "little head" decision

It was a beautiful four days of rest, relaxation and sex between 
the two. She wanted him to go to the Isle of Eden, but he didn't 
have time because he had to get ready for the shipload of 
American gangsters that were due to land shortly.

Then Guran and Mozz came in to the Throne room, carrying a 
small leather covered object. Guran confirmed the contents 
"Mozz knew exactly where it was buried. Per his instructions, 
we dug it up in the middle of the night. My men had sacks over 
their head so they couldn't see what it was.  I quickly wrapped 
it in this bag."

Mozz didn't say a word. Knowing that the old man wouldn't 
reveal deep secrets even to his brethren, The Phantom thanked 
Guran and dismissed him.

When they were alone, Mozz stated "It's powerful.  It's 
dangerous. My father warned me about it, just as I'll warn my 
son about it."

"Why is it dangerous? I read nothing about its power in the 
chronicles."

The old man leaned against his constant walking stick before he 
wearily replied "Your ancestor, who found the Looking Glass, 
accepted his rightful position upon the death of his father. But 
he was sad a lot of the time. Some say that his marriage to 
Shakespeare's niece was an unfulfilled marriage - that he only 
did it to continue the family line. That he preferred the company 
of men to his wife's company. That he was sometimes seen late 
at night, wearing the old female costume that he wore when he 
played Juliet as a youth on the London stage."

The Phantom leaned back against his throne, rubbing his jaw 
with his fingertips as he acknowledged the old man's hidden 
meaning "I see. But that doesn't explain the power of the rock."

"After the rock was found, he changed. Some hinted that he 
wasn't the same man. The wife changed also. She became more 
active in village affairs. Almost over night, she developed a 
fluency in our languages while The Phantom lost his fluency. 
She used to translate for him until he re-learned our language. 
The Phantom was still The Phantom but we saw that he wasn't 
the Phantom anymore. Our people saw them every day and 
noticed the small ways that both of them changed. We were 
pleased when he buried the rock because the rock somehow 
affected them."

"What happened after the rock was buried?"

"Nothing that I'm aware of. She became pregnant and bore his 
son, who eventually assumed his rightful position upon the 
death of his father. She stayed with her son until he took a wife.  
Then she returned to England, where she eventually died. When 
she left here, she was an attractive middle-aged woman. I 
understand that she re-married back in England."

"How do you invoke its powers?"

"My ancestor wasn't involved so I don't know for sure. I think 
that they placed it between them and let the moonlight activate 
it. I only know that her last words to my ancestor were that it 
should've been her that died, not The Phantom. My ancestor 
didn't understand the meaning of her cryptic remarks."

"Thank you, Mozz." He directed, dismissing the old man so he 
could think.

The old man turned slowly then added softly "A month ago, I 
knew that today would come. I knew that you would want the 
rock. That you seek the rock's powers to pleasure your mate. 
The rock won't harm either of you, but you'll never be the same 
again. The pleasures and mysteries of the human body are too 
complex for this old mind to understand. But I know that you'll 
do what you think that you've got to do. It reminds me of that 
old jungle saying - a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."

As the old man left the chambers, The Phantom's smile faded. 
Mozz was right. The rock was dangerous.  Its power should 
never be unleashed.

Walking out of the cave, he went searching for Diana. He found 
her in the village center. The warriors were having a contest 
where they picked up a large stone and saw who could toss it 
the furthest. Diana entered the contest and was just about 
ready to toss it. The Phantom suggested quietly in English 
"Remember that you might dishonor someone if you beat him. 
These little guys have a lot of pride."

She groaned and threw the rock. It landed a respectful distance 
from her, but didn't threaten the current leader. Diana 
approached him sinuously, licking her lips like a hungry tigress 
as she smiled at her husband before she replied in a husky 
teasing tone "Just trying to get my rocks off."

He laughed, but heard the hidden meaning in her equivoque 
statement.

That afternoon as they were riding their horses, she challenged 
him to a race, knowing that there was no way that any horse, 
not even her horse, could beat Hero. He gave her a good 
headstart and was about to pass her when he remembered her 
fantasy a few nights before. He rode Hero close beside her horse 
and picked her off her horse. As soon as Hero stopped, he 
dropped her on the ground so that she sprawled in the grass. 
Jumping off his horse, he dropped his gunbelt as he fell on top 
of her. She recognized his intent and started beating against his 
chest, but he quickly pushed her back to the ground then 
ripped the clothes from her body. While he took off his clothes, 
she pushed him off balance.  Jumping to her feet, she took off 
running naked through the grass. He quickly undressed and 
chased her, his long naked legs able to cover the distance faster 
than she could with her shorter legs.

When he caught her, every surface, curve and crevice of her 
body was lightly coated with sweat and her glistening body 
erotically reflected the light. She was breathing heavily when he 
grabbed her, and her solid, turgid nipples stood out on her 
heaving breasts.

"Get down on your knees." Her eyes flashed mock anger but she 
obeyed, dropping to her hands and knees as she stared at his 
rock-hard cock.

"I'm going to make your dream come true and fuck your ass, 
bitch," he groaned. Quickly he dropped to his knees behind her 
and slid his hands over the glistening skin of her round ass, up 
over her curved back, then back to her ass and down her 
shapely, muscular thighs. When he slid his hand up between 
her legs, he found an extremely wet, hot cunt. She groaned and 
pushed back against him as he pushed two fingers into her 
wetness.

When he moved his hands back to her ass, Diana groaned a low 
throaty moan as she positioned her ass so that he could take 
her. He slid his thumbs into the shadowy crease of her ass and 
spread her cheeks open, revealing the hidden, dark brown 
aperture. Placing his cockhead against her rosette, he released 
his hold on her cheeks allowing the cheeks to close around his 
cockhead, holding it in place. She turned her head so that she 
could stare at him. Her eyes were glazed over with lust as she 
moaned "Yes, take me. Fuck me like you've never fucked me."

She balanced herself on one arm before she started playing with 
herself. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back as he rammed 
his cock in, past her spincter and into her ass. Ignoring her 
cries, he pushed relentlessly forward and pulled her hips back 
until she was completely penetrated.

He reached one hand around her waist, letting it trail between 
her legs, before he plunged several fingers into her wet cunt. 
Her head dropped lower onto her folded arms and she began 
whimpering as he rubbed her clit in small circles against the 
hard bone beneath it. Keeping his cock buried but stationary in 
her narrower portal, he brought her to the edge of an orgasm 
before withdrawing his fingers.

"That feels so good - don't stop!" she requested, forgetting for a 
second that she was supposed to be a victim.

Getting a good grip on her hips, he pulled his cock slowly out of 
her ass. She groaned as he pulled out, then groaned louder as 
he drove back into her tight ass. She reached one hand back 
toward her pussy as she finger fucked her engorged clit. He 
continued to repeatedly ram her ass, which was getting easier 
as her natural fluids lubricated his cock. As he increased his 
tempo, her cries became louder indicating that she was getting 
very close to a fantastic orgasm.

Then she jerked and spasmed as her body exploded. She 
screamed and screamed as he continued to ram her, feeling her 
anal muscle's spasm around his cock. Finally, she collapsed on 
the ground, pulling his cock out of her ass.

She curled up, a big smile on her face. Kit straddled her, then 
rolled her over so that her legs were up his chest on either side 
of his head and positioned her so her matted pussy was 
rubbing against his cock.

Lifting her slightly, it was easy to work his cock into her now 
lubricated ass. As he fucked her, he sucked and chewed on her 
swollen nipples. She arched her back so that he could suck on 
her bouncing boobs. He sucked on her erect nipples, switching 
back and forth as he sucked each swollen pink bud in turn.

As he fucked her faster, she slid an arm down between them so 
she could rub her pussy. Before he could explode in an orgasm, 
she experienced two more tremendous female climaxes. When 
he felt his own orgasm coming, she sensed it coming and 
shared another orgasm with his orgasm.

They lay there exhausted, him on top of her, his cock still 
buried deep in her ass. As their breathing became more normal, 
she whispered "I liked that. A good fast horseback ride and then 
an aggressive romp in the grass. Why haven't we done that 
before?"

"I didn't know you wanted me to rape you."

She bit his earlobe in a teasing quick bite, her voice still husky 
as she whispered "No, I want to rape you, but I don't have the 
physical equipment. Don't you remember?"

"What if you did? What would you do if you were in my body?"

Her face lit up as she stared at an invisible point in the sky. She 
softly replied "First I'd want to grow a beard - at least a 
mustache. A mustache would look nice with your mask; 
additionally it'll make you look more sexy and inviting. It takes 
time to grow one, but meanwhile I'd want you to give me a 
blowjob. Not just any old blow job, but a mind-blowing ring-all-
bells type of blowjob. Then I would put on your costume and 
ride into the jungle. I would go to the river town and find the 
biggest badass in town. After I kicked his butt, I would ride 
back and fuck you as you've never been fucked. I know how to 
ring the bells in my body, so I could really turn you on. You've 
seen me have multiple orgasms, well if I was fucking you, you'd 
set some new records. I'd get Taizza in here and let her help me 
with you. We'd make a good threesome. What would you do if 
you were me?"

"I don't know. I've never given it much thought."

"I have." She claimed, as his now flaccid cock popped out of her 
ass. He rolled off of her onto his back while she rolled into a 
sitting position on his lap.

A mischievous gleam lit up her eyes as she traced doodles on 
his sweaty chest "I wouldn't keep you out here in the middle of 
this big, lonesome jungle. I'd pack your bags and we'd go back 
home. Not to my hometown, but to New York City. I'd take you 
to the best dress shops where I would buy you the prettiest new 
clothes. Then I'd take you to the most fashionable beauty shop 
where we get your hair styled and curled in the latest style, as 
they manicured your nails - those nails that have been ruined 
by this rugged jungle life. Then I'd take you to the best 
restaurants where you would show off your wonderful cleavage 
and luscious body in your new evening dresses. I'd wear a suit - 
no, it would be a tux, so I looked normal. After a wonderful 
dinner, we would go dancing. You'd be so beautiful that every 
man would want you, but they'd take one look at my dangerous 
new body and back off. If anyone were foolish enough to step 
between us, I'd trash him. We'd go to party after party where we 
would become the couple of the year as everyone tried to get us 
to come to their party. After each party, I'd pick you up and 
carry you back to our hotel, to our bed, where I would make 
love to you. I'd do my best to get you pregnant - my best to 
make you happy - my best to keep you satisfied."

"Are you lonesome here?"

"At times. When I'm with you, time goes so fast that I don't have 
time to think about the social life I gave up. But when you're 
out there roaming around the jungle, I feel so lost and out of 
place sometimes. It's hard to explain."

She laid her head on his chest. When she didn't say anything 
more, he asked, "There are many mysterious things in the 
jungle that can't be explained. If I could make your dream come 
true, even for a little while, would you risk it - knowing that it 
could be dangerous? After all, you would have to become The 
Phantom."

Her head jerked as she stared into his eyes, looking to see if he 
was just teasing her or had some hidden secret. "I don't 
understand."

"In my ancestor's chronicles, I discovered a secret. It might 
contain the power to enable us to swap bodies for a while - or it 
might be a permanent swap. I don't know if there's any danger 
because there's not enough documentation. If we do it, we're 
both at risk. You because you've got to wear my inherited 
mantle as you become The Phantom. As for me - well, me 
because I would have to continue to fight crime, even in your 
body."

Her face lit up with a big smile.  She hugged him as she 
whispered "Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes. Let's do it."

"Whoa, let's not jump into the fire too quickly. You don't know 
how close I came to not telling you about this, because I'm 
afraid of what it might do to us. We've played games in the 
privacy of our bedroom before, but this potential body exchange 
will take us out of the bedroom and put us out in the real 
world. Can you be The Phantom and convince everyone that 
you're me? Or even more complex, can I convince everyone that 
I'm you? You may find it easy to be butch and throw your 
muscles around for awhile, but I've never had any desire to be 
feminine and swish my ass around. If we can't change back, 
then we're both stuck for life!!! We need to think about this and 
make the decision based upon common sense and not driven by 
some deep sexual daydreams."

A roguish smile formed on her face as she responded "What's 
the matter, big boy? I bet I know, but you won't admit it. You're 
afraid of having a large, drooling cock rubbing against your lips, 
even if it's your own cock."

"You're just trying to tease me and taunt me into doing it. I 
know better than to fall for any of your tricks. We'll think about 
this body exchange for a month or so and decide after we've had 
a chance to evaluate the potential problem areas."

"Sure, honey." She replied with a pixie smile on her face as her 
warm hand wrapped around his still swollen cock.

******

They had to wait until dark to ride back in because her clothes 
were too ripped to look normal. They spent the time skinny-
dipping into a nearby stream, then making slow love on the 
sandy riverbank.

By the time they arrived home, he had committed to trying it. 
How she convinced him is open to conjecture, but history is full 
of events that were decided by women and a cock that needed 
relief.

In the cave, he let her read the few references in his ancestor's 
chronicles, then they both undressed.  They sat naked below 
the Throne, waiting for the reflected moonlight to shine on them 
from the openings of Skull Cave that looked like eyes from 
outside. Between them was the small rock, covered with the 
leather bag that it was stored in.

When their bodies were slightly illuminated by the moonlight, 
he asked "Are you sure that this is what you want - 
understanding that you could be trapped forever in my body, to 
live out my destiny?"

"Yes, my husband."

He removed the covering from the rock.  The moonlight 
immediately reflected off the many surfaces of the rock. He 
slowly rotated the rock until two of the bigger reflections were 
aimed at their respective naked bodies.

Nothing happened. They rotated the rock again. They held it up 
as they tried different angles, but nothing happened.

After an hour, Kit apologized "So much for old jungle legends. 
Sorry."

She stood up as she offered him her hand "Well, it was a nice 
thought. Let me give you class 407 in what it's like to eat a 
woman's pussy."

"Didn't we do class 407 last week?"

"No, that was class 304. 407 is where you hum the Star 
Spangled Banner as you suck on me and I pretend that I'm 
blowing the bagpipes to the tune of Amazing Grace."

He picked her up and happily carried her back to their 
bedroom.


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