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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 4 - The new social order

Kit woke up as he stared at the ceiling, looking at the small 
ceiling opening that allowed daylight to illuminate the cave; 
recognizing that it was still dark outside. A single candle on a 
far cave wall very dimly lit the large cave, similar to a night-
light.

In the bed beside him, he could hear Diana's soft breathing as 
she still slept soundly after their night of vigorous and 
rambunctious lovemaking. Even after a couple of years of 
married life, their sex life was still fantastic, mainly because of 
Diana's inventive and delightful bedroom games. The bouquet of 
her creaming cunt clung in the cave, as he smelled where they 
had made love again before falling asleep. Feeling a strong urge 
to pee, he sat up softly so that he wouldn't wake her.

As he sat up, a long lock of dark hair fell across his forehead, 
brushing across his nose and resting against his chin. An 
extremely long lock of hair which was too long for his short 
military-type haircut. Startled by the hair, he leaped to his feet, 
feeling another unusual feeling - his chest jiggled and bounced 
as he moved.

Rising too fast to get his balance, he fell to the floor of the cave, 
releasing a grunt as he sprawled on the hard floor. His mind 
was being overwhelmed with various unfamiliar sensations as 
he fell, but he had a strong suspicion why everything seemed so 
different.

A second later, the bed squeaked slightly as Diana woke up. 
When she stated "Kit?" in a very masculine voice, his suspicions 
were confirmed.

It was his normal baritone voice that he heard coming from her 
lips. Before he could respond, she stuck her head over the bed 
and looked down at him, as they observed each other's dim 
image for the first time. Because he had ten seconds head start 
on figuring out what had happened, he wasn't as surprised as 
she was. It was Kit's face and body leaning over the bed, but it 
was a still somewhat asleep Diana looking through his eyes at 
her former body lying on the floor. A look of confusion was 
replaced by a facial expression of shock as she recognized that 
the body on the floor was her body - that Kit had changed into 
her. She cried out in an almost scream "KIT??? What the 
fuck?????"

Hearing the difference in her voice and recognizing that she had 
also changed, she rolled over onto her back, grabbing her chest 
with her new large hands and fingers. She found a wide 
muscular, masculine slightly hairy chest complete with 
impressive pectorals and a washboard stomach chest instead of 
her normal large female breasts. She sat up slightly on the bed, 
looking at the small, flaccid, shrunken cock between her legs 
before she started laughing a loud maniacal masculine laugh.

Kit looked down at his own chest, seeing the female breasts that 
he had suckled on just a few hours previous. Standing up, he 
felt an unexpected tenderness and soreness between his legs, 
which he recognized were tender and lightly bruised muscles 
from their night of love making.

Anxious to shed more light on his new body, he walked over to 
the night light candle. Picking up the candle, he discovered that 
his chest was also slightly tender - not as sensitive as the area 
between his legs, but still feeling slightly delicate. He used the 
lit candle to light several more candles to illuminate their 
bedroom, discovering that his new breasts bounced with every 
step; and that he almost had to stand on tip-toe to reach the 
higher candles. When he reached for the candle, his breasts 
limited the motion of his arm and he had to adjust his stance to 
light the candles.

While he was lighting up the cave, Diana was standing and 
examining her new masculine body in the full-length mirror, as 
she did various muscle man poses, flexing her new masculine 
muscles. Her new six foot two inch tall male body was two 
hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle.

She stared at her well-toned arm, which was a mass of seething 
muscle. Staring at her arm as she flexed her biceps, she smiled 
as the muscles clenched tight under her skin, as the well-
defined muscle strained against the taut skin. She touched her 
arm, feeling the hard flesh pulsate with power under the skin. 
She relaxed the arm, then flexed again, feeling her flesh tighten 
beneath her exploring fingers, feeling the arm erupt into 
mountains of rock hard muscles. Then she ran both of her 
large, thick hands down her new masculine body chest, over the 
hard chest muscles, down to the rippled abdominal area, feeling 
each groove, each swell of her new solid muscular body.

She looked at the mirror as she flexed her tanned thigh 
muscles, watching them ripple as she changed position. She 
tightened her abdomen, turning it into a washboard that was 
layered with tight hard muscles. A big grin appeared on her face 
as she watched her ass cheeks tense and tighten up.

As she rotated around again, Kit noticed that Diana's cock was 
no longer flaccid and was slightly hanging out from her body as 
if she was beginning to get aroused from looking at her new 
body.

She paused for a second to feel the rough male skin and stubble 
on her new male face, seeing the rugged boyish good looks that 
she was so familiar with - short dark hair, steely gray eyes and 
the classic square jaw; but it was now her handsome face.

"It appears that we've changed bodies." suggested Kit, hearing 
Diana's soprano voice utter from his lips for the first time.

"Wow. I can't believe it. I feel so strong - so powerful - so 
fucking virile. And the room and all this furniture seems so 
much smaller now." She assumed a pose, flexing her biceps as 
she stared at the veins popping out, then stretched out one of 
her new powerful hairy legs, exploring with her large hands, the 
lean, muscular body and narrow hips of her new body. A big 
grin lit up her face as she grasped the proud manhood that she 
now sported between her legs. She flipped it up with her hand, 
watching it as its heavy weight swung back down and bobbled 
slightly between her legs.

"It feels like a log. I never thought that a cock would feel like 
this. How do you cram all this into your shorts? Does it hurt to 
bend it?"

"You'll find out in time. Listen, uh, .. .I think that we need to 
re-think this."

"Look at this - I'm getting an erection. Wow, it feels so warm 
and heavy." She proclaimed, not hearing her mate's words or 
worried tone, as she stroked the cock that was now attached to 
her body - yes, to her new body.

Where she was enthusiastic about the transformation, Kit felt 
depressed. Although it had been his ideal so that he walked into 
it with his eyes wide open, now it didn't seem to be such a good 
idea.

As Diana continued to stare at her new body in the mirror and 
tease her beginning erection, Kit remembered why he had to get 
out of bed in the first place. He felt a stronger urge to urinate. 
Grabbing his robe and sliding one arm into it, he discovered 
that his robe dragged the floor on his new smaller body and the 
sleeves were too long for his shorter arms.

Throwing the robe on the bed, he snatched her robe and put it 
on; feeling somewhat more comfortable with the fit; but slightly 
embarrassed from the pink color. He opened the door to their 
bedroom, discovering Devil lying across the doorjamb. Normally 
he easily just stepped across Devil, but now his shorter legs 
required stretching as far as possible to get across the wolf; 
which proved to be difficult because his inner thigh muscles 
were extremely sore.

He walked the semi-dark hall to the room that they used as a 
bathroom. It had a narrow channel that carried away waste and 
an underground stream kept the water buckets full.

Staring at the wooden commode on the channel, Kit mentally 
questioned himself why he allowed the body exchange to occur. 
He picked up the back of his robe and sat back on the 
commode, discovering that the commode had been sized for his 
bigger male body. Scooting back on it, his feet left the ground 
while the tail of the robe got between him and the commode. 
Standing back up, he removed the robe then sat back down. As 
soon as he was positioned and relaxed the muscles that were 
holding back the pee, a strong stream of urine flowed from his 
body. It stopped just as quickly as it started and Kit thought for 
a second, trying to figure out how to shake his new pee spout to 
get the last drops out. Looking down at his new body, he 
observed that the pubic hair was matted and dried cum lined 
the inside of his legs. Thinking back to the moment that he 
woke up and smelled the heady aroma of their lovemaking, he 
now realized that the smell came from him. He was going to 
have to bathe before he could dress.

Dress - shit, he'll have to wear her clothes now. And he'll be 
expected to assume her role in this village.

Looking down at the relatively big breasts that hung from his 
smaller female torso, he shook his shoulders, feeling the 
somewhat erotic feeling of heavy boobs swaying from side to 
side. He stared at the firm mounds of resilient flesh thrusting 
out from his slender chest. His hands were drawn to touch 
himself, feeling the warmth and resistance of natural flesh. As 
he examined his new apparitions, he felt the nipples respond to 
his touches and grow. He gently stroked his left breast, then 
lifted the other breast in his hand feeling the weight. His 
noticeably small, female hand probed and stroked the soft flesh 
as he observed the nipples increased in size as he caressed the 
breasts. Shaking his shoulders again, he noticed that his 
nipples were slightly stiff from his gentle playing with them. The 
firm and beautifully rounded breasts were slightly larger than 
pear sized, but on her small body, looked very large. The nipples 
so recently stimulated by his hands were standing erect from 
sexy half-dollar sized aureoles.

Looking at his lower body, he touched the hairless legs then 
touched his face, feeling the same soft and smooth, hairless 
skin. The coarse hair of his arms and legs had disappeared, 
leaving behind a soft, smooth tawny skin that smelled of satin, 
womanhood and recent sex.

Female genitalia. It felt very weird to be sitting on the commode 
and seeing female genitalia between his legs. He reached down 
to his pussy and probed the moist, slit topped by a little nub 
that shot tremors through his entire body when he touched it.

Grabbing the toilet paper with a quick snatch, he patted himself 
dry feeling an unusual sensation as the toilet paper also 
touched the edge of his new vagina lips. Shaking his head at 
what he was going to have to do to adapt, a lock of dark hair fell 
across his face. Before he could push it back, more locks of the 
dark hair fell in unhampered, distracting waves as he stared at 
the familiar female genitalia that now was on his body.

Snapping his head quickly, and brushing the mass of hair back 
with his hands, turned on a torrent of backup emotions within 
him. He wanted to just lie down and cry. And he hadn't cried in 
years. Fighting back the wall of depression surrounding him, he 
jumped to his feet and grabbed the robe, not bothering to put it 
on as he angrily strode down the hall.

He stepped over the wolf, entering the bedroom quickly.  He saw 
Diana down on the floor doing pushups. A light gleam of sweat 
covered her new rippling muscles as she counted out loud "one 
hundred and forty two, one hundred and forty three, one."

"Look, I'm not sure that we did the right thing." He blurted out, 
hearing the tension in his new voice.

Diana stopped doing pushups, then rolled over on her back. As 
she stared at Kit, she started doing sit-ups as she asked, "I'm 
sorry that you feel that way. Look, if you don't like it, we'll swap 
back. Just let me see what it's like to be a man. Give me a 
couple of days and then we'll swap back. Ok?"

Kit pulled the robe on, tying the belt as he tried to think 
rationally. Picking up Diana's toilet kit and a towel, he declared 
in a somewhat upset voice "I feel filthy.  I've got to take a 
shower. After I get back, we need to talk."

"Ok, sweetheart, only we need to iron out some minor 
agreements before either of us sees anyone else. For all 
practical purposes, you're now me. The natives are going to 
expect you to behave as I do. So you've got to answer to your 
new name - Diana and accept that you're now a second class 
citizen in this village. You're the leader of the village women, but 
you're behind the lowest man on the social pecking order. So 
remember your place. And we've got to start calling each other 
by the appropriate name and using the correct gender 
pronouns."

"Oh, I see. So now when you talk about me, use she or her and 
I'll use he or him when I refer to you. Well, get your masculine 
butt up and fix your own breakfast. Because this "she" ain't 
cooking for you."

Opening the door, an obviously irritated Kit jumped over Devil 
who was still blocking the doorway; almost falling because his 
jump wasn't propelled with his normal powerful muscles. 
Striding angrily down the hallway, Kit rushed out the door, 
discovering that the sun was rising.

"Shit, the whole village's up."

Striding purposefully toward the lake, Kit passed several 
villagers. The women spoke to "her", calling "her" Diana while 
the men just nodded. When "she" got to the flat rock, "she" 
discovered that Taizza was already there and was washing 
clothes.

Well, Taizza had seen this body before and Kit didn't care at 
that moment, who else saw it. Removing the robe and dropping 
it on a boulder, "she" opened the toilet kit. Ignoring the large 
number of strictly female toilet articles, such as the lipstick, the 
small hand mirror, the tweezers, and the rouge, Kit found the 
soap.

As Kit walked toward the waterfall, Taizza stood up and smiled 
as she saw the matted pubic hair on the approaching female 
body. She removed her skirt and dropped it on the rock as she 
announced "I want to shower with you Diana."

Remembering that "she" now had to pretend to be Diana, Kit 
hesitantly replied "Ok."

The two young women stepped under the waterfall, letting the 
water flow over them. After "she" had somewhat rinsed her new 
body, "Diana" stepped barely out of the water flow and started 
soaping her body. Taizza lined up beside her and "Diana" 
handed her the soap, knowing that it was expected that best 
friends share the same soap.

Taizza confessed "Mauba wants me to move into his hut with 
him tonight. He doesn't want to wait until the festival and to 
choose me in the ceremony. What should I do?"

"What do you want to do?"

"My heart says move in with him. My father says wait. But my 
body says do it now. Mauba will make me a good husband. His 
cock's not as big as your husband's cock, but it's a good cock. 
He doesn't have any diseases and everytime he thinks about 
me, his cock gets hard. I want him now and don't want to wait. 
Someone needs to talk to my father?"

Hearing the reference about "her" former body's cock, caused 
"Diana's" face to blush slightly, which "she" covered up by 
coating it with a lather of soap. Stepping back into the waterfall 
to rinse off, "she" wondered how "she" would rinse within "her" 
vagina lips. "Diana" looked at the young native woman's eager 
face and declared "If that's what you want, I'll talk to your 
father."

"No, he won't listen to you. Ask The Phantom to talk to him. 
Please?" she begged.

"Diana" nodded "her" head, really accepting "her" new feminine 
second class role in this society and gender identity for the first 
time. Although "she" knew that "she" was really The Phantom, 
now "she" was Diana and had to start thinking of "herself" as 
Diana. To start thinking of himself - rather herself as a woman.

Now that the new Diana felt clean, she walked over to her towel. 
Walking toward her was a fully dressed Phantom, followed by 
Hero and Devil. The man striding toward her took long steps as 
his long arms swung from his wide shoulders. Stopping a 
couple of feet from the still naked Diana, he explained why he 
was dressed and leaving "Seeing as how I've only got two days 
to explore my new masculinity, I've decided to make the most of 
it. I suggest that you explore your new womanly body - take a 
warm bubble bath, then have Taizza dry and brush your hair. 
That always makes me feel so soft and feminine. Try on some of 
my clothes, with my recommendation being to select the lacy 
and frilly items; then experiment with your makeup technique. 
Meanwhile, I'm going to ride into town and stop at a little bar 
that I want to close down. I'll take care of myself and be back by 
suppertime. I hope you don't mind, but when I shaved, I didn't 
shave the upper lip. You might like it after it grows out a little."

Diana stared at her former body, feeling terrified at the thought 
of her "husband", because that was another gender concept 
that she must get used to, going into that bar. Before she could 
say anything, The Phantom admitted, "I did some calculations 
when you walked out. If I'm right, your period probably started 
during the night. It's the beginning of everything, the start of 
the month of madness. That's why you feel so confused and 
upset. I'm used to it, but the rush of new female hormones 
probably overpowered you. If you'll look in my right top drawer, 
you'll find what you need to protect your clothes. I suggest that 
you try that very unique feminine necessity just to make sure 
that you don't get embarrassed by an accident."

"A period. Shit, next you'll tell me that I'm pregnant." Diana 
uttered in a high pitched voice, as she put the bathrobe on.

"Anything is possible."

Glancing at the male body that now seemed so huge to her 
smaller body, she admonished her former body "How come you 
didn't put the jockey protective cup on? You never know when 
you'll need it."

Glancing down at his pelvic area quickly, he responded "Yeah, I 
see what a difference in appearance it makes in this form-fitting 
costume. Looks like I've got a German sausage tucked away in 
my underwear. Well, I put it on, but didn't like the feel of it, so I 
removed it. I'll make sure that no one hits me there."

The Phantom smiled as he declared "Gotta go. Those crooks 
won't wait."

Turning, he grabbed the saddle as he easily leaped into the 
saddle. Winking at her, he tugged on the horse's reins. Hero 
turned then the horse started trotting toward the path to town, 
closely followed by Devil.

As Diana stared at the departing Phantom, Taizza asked "Would 
you like me to come brush your hair?"

Diana looked at her young friend. A smile of gratitude formed 
on her face as she responded "Yes, thank you. I'll make sure 
The Phantom talks to your father when he returns tonight."

"Do you really think that he'll talk to him?" she gushed, her face 
all aglow with enthusiasm.

"If he wants any pussy tonight, he'll do it."

******

The powerful horse trotted down the trail at a speed that most 
horses couldn't maintain for long, but Hero could carry his 
master at that speed for several hours before he required rest. 
Behind them trotted the wolf, which never let his master out of 
his sight, unless ordered to do something else.

Feeling this powerful horse between his legs was nothing new. 
But having powerful legs wrapped around this horse and not 
having to put up with bouncing boobs was a completely 
different sensation. It was also a completely different sensation 
to have to adjust his cock, as it felt cramped from the tight 
clothes.

The Phantom adjusted his mask, knowing that the crooks in 
this bar were small time, local crooks that the real Phantom 
usually ignored. But when a younger Diana Palmer first arrived 
in Africa, those goons had insulted her and she had never 
forgotten their harassment. Although the former Diana could've 
had The Phantom bust them up, she always relished the ideal 
of marching in there herself - correction, himself and kicking 
ass.

After two hours of easy riding, The Phantom reached the hill 
overlooking the small town. He stopped the horse while he let 
the horse rest.  He used the time to practice his pistol draw and 
shadowboxing. He had a little problem getting the draw 
perfected because his much larger finger seemed to be too big to 
fit around the trigger. When he was satisfied that the guns felt 
normal, he hopped back on Hero.  He rode to the bar's back 
door. After dismounting, he opened the saddlebags and put on 
the trenchcoat, hat and sunglasses that disguised him as Mr. 
Walker. Mr. Kit Walker. He told the animals to wait, then he 
walked around the building into the bar.

The smoky bar  had six or seven riff-rats sitting around playing 
cards and drinking. He walked over the bar, ordering "Milk, 
please."

The bartender laughed at him as the man closest to him called 
out in a sarcastic voice "We don't allow pansy's in here. Why 
don't you get your ass out of here before we kick you out?"

Smiling behind his sunglasses, he responded "Milk, please. And 
I prefer a clean glass."

Two of the cardplayers dropped their cards then moved so that 
they stood behind the person challenging him. When the 
braggart confirmed that he had backup, he loudly stated "I 
warned you mister. Prepare to get your ass kicked."

The man launched himself with an animal snarl. Side stepping 
the charging man, The Phantom let the man crash into the bar. 
As the man rebounded, The Phantom grabbed the man's arm 
and swung him straight back into a wall, hard enough to knock 
the breath from him.

As another thug stepped forward, Mr. Walker's huge right hand 
flashed out, connecting with the thug's jaw, instantly dropping 
him. Before the thug's body fell to the floor, the other two thugs 
grabbed Mr. Walker's arms as the other hoodlums rushed to 
help their friends.

One man grabbed hold of his knees, lifting his legs in the air. 
Mr. Walker responded by ramming his legs into the man's 
midsection, knocking him down. As soon as his feet touched the 
ground so that he regained his balance, he swung another kick 
into someone's midsection. The man flew across the room onto 
his back.

With a lightning move, and quick snap of his right arm, he 
landed two blows against the nearest man's face, connecting 
once with the nose, then quickly shifted position as he 
clobbered the bully's chin, knocking him on his back.

Another man stepped forward, circling The Phantom warily. The 
man was furious, his face reddened by his anger. Under The 
Phantom's mask and Walker's sunglasses, Kit had a look of 
pure animalistic joy, like a tiger hunting his prey. The man 
rushed towards Kit and slammed his right fist towards Kit's 
head--but Kit dodged the blow, caught the man's right hand in 
his left armpit, and smashed his right elbow down hard on the 
hoodlum's upper arm.

Another man swung at Kit, but Kit easily side stepped the 
punch and pulled the man's head down with a jerk, bringing his 
knee up quickly to smash into the man's jaw. As that man went 
down, Kit launched a series of super-quick blows against 
another man's chest, before smashing him in the face. One of 
the men rose unsteadily to his feet. Kit grabbed the man by the 
arm and spun him furiously into the wall, face first.

Three of the thugs now had The Phantom's mark on their chin - 
the mark that they would never be able to remove. While Kit 
still had the hat on his head and the sunglasses on his face.

In less than thirty seconds, he had beaten all six of them. That 
old jungle saying about The Phantom being rough with 
roughnecks was very true. As he stood there, savoring his 
triumph, Kit realized that he had a rock hard erection in his 
trousers. It was an unusual sensation, as its increasing 
tumescence broadcast a strong sexual thrill through his body. It 
was a very unusual feeling, but he knew that was what an 
erection felt like. Leaning against the counter, he pressed the 
cock against his body, verifying that it was an erection. Staring 
at the bartender, he reminded the bartender "My glass of milk, 
please.  Don't anger me by forgetting my clean glass."


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