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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 5 - Comparisons

Diana was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a khaki blouse. 
After Taizza dried and brushed her hair, Diana had dismissed 
her young friend while she dressed. She looked at Diana's closet 
full of fashionable city clothes quickly noting that most of them 
weren't suitable for jungle wear, but which the real Diana 
frequently dressed up in, just to wear around the cave. Ignoring 
the fashionable clothes, Diana settled on the standard khaki 
clothes.

She opened the described drawer and found a bunch of pads to 
absorb the messy female discharge. One of the panties already 
had a pad pinned in so she observed what she had to do as the 
pads got dirty. The panties fit although it took a moment to 
discover which was the front because there was no penis slit. 
The smooth, satiny fabric felt pleasant next to her skin causing 
her to remember once when the real Diana had teasingly 
suggested that the real Phantom wear a pair of her panties 
because he had a mild raw area in his crotch. The real Diana 
had joked about how much softer women's panties were and 
how much nicer they felt over cotton drawers with elastic that 
kept rubbing the wrong places.

The pad completely covered her from above the base of her 
vaginal lips to the top of her ass's crack. Inside the tight panties 
it was slightly uncomfortable, but somehow it made her feel 
more secure.

The very lacy bra was extremely difficult. Having observed the 
real Diana put one on many times before; the new woman didn't 
realize how difficult it could be to get it on correctly. And after it 
was on, it still didn't feel right. She unhooked the bra and put it 
back on, noticing that her breasts still overflowed the lacy 
garment. A couple of minor adjustments and it felt better, but 
was still uncomfortable to wear. The cups were a little small for 
her breasts, then she realized that her new breasts were 
probably swollen from the menstruation.

Looking in the mirror, the bra looked filled out and bulging. The 
weight of the boobs pulled down the bra straps and the 
tightness forced the skin up at the top of the bra exposing a lot 
of cleavage. She took a couple of steps, noticing that the bra 
only reduced the amount of jiggle. As she stretched her arms to 
put the shirt on, she could feel the slightly restrictive feel of the 
bra on her chest with the straps cutting into the shoulders. 
Wearing a bra was a "damned if you do and damned if you 
don't" situation.

Turning, she gazed at a picture taken of Diana while the real 
Diana was taking a vacation back in her hometown earlier in 
the year. The picture showed a beautiful young lady, with 
skillfully arranged hair, with large curls that were currently in 
style back in America. Picking up the picture, she stared at the 
beautiful face, with long dark eyelashes, sweepingly arched 
eyebrows, seductively pouting pink lips, and tiny gold loop 
earrings dangling from her pierced ears. That beautiful face in 
the photograph was now the face that the new Diana presented 
to the world.

Looking in the mirror, Diana saw the same face, but there were 
so many changes. The curl was gone from the hair, the 
eyebrows had grown out some, the lips looked naked without 
the lipstick, there was no makeup on the eyes or rest of the 
face, and the ears had small diamond earrings to keep the 
piercing open. Diana smiled similar to the smile in the 
photograph as she held up the picture by the mirror to compare 
her current look with the photograph. The camera-caught image 
of Diana's beautiful, feminine face with her smooth peaches and 
cream skin tone, perched on a sweetly arched neck stared back 
at her; framed by a swirling mane of auburn curls. Turning her 
head as the new young woman stared at her image in the 
mirror, the sultry tresses bounced around her neck. Although 
she looked beautiful, the new Diana felt that the current 
mirrored image wasn't as beautiful as the year-old photograph 
of the real Diana. Feeling slightly disgusted with the 
comparison, the new Diana put the photograph back on the 
dresser, but face down.

Staring back at the face in the mirror, she recalled the memory 
of the first time that The Phantom saw Diana. She wasn't a tall 
or big woman, but she had a very filled out, proportional body 
for her five foot two inch body; which only weighed one hundred 
and twelve pounds. Proportionally, her boobs were large and 
firm, but not so heavy that they sagged. She had the tiniest 
waist that flared out into wonderfully rounded hips and a flat, 
well-defined stomach that sloped smoothly and gently to the 
extremely sparse, straight black baby-fine pubic hair that 
framed her pussy.

While she had a body that would attract any man, it was her 
attractive face that caught The Phantom's attention. Thinking 
back to that time as she shut eyes to recall that never-to-be-
forgotten image, the new Diana remembered what the real 
Diana looked like that day. She had a beautiful face, with highly 
arched eyebrows, and used just the right amount of makeup to 
enhance her natural beauty. Her eyes stood out because of the 
eyeliner, and mascara making her eyes big and bright that 
highlighted her sensuality. Her pouting lips were flaming red, 
sharply defined and voluptuous, looking so full, lush, wet and 
kissable. The long, soft curls, that were framing her face looked 
as if she had just exited a beauty salon. Her colorful magic of 
base, powder, blush, liner, shadow and lipstick all combined 
with her natural beauty to turn her into a sensuous woman 
who could have any man that she wanted.

As she opened her eyes to compare the image of that day with 
her current-day look, a long lock of tousled hair fell across the 
face as Diana turned back toward the mirror. Pushing the lock 
of hair back as if it was a natural motion, she was distracted for 
a second by her hands.  The fingernails definitely needed a 
manicure. Diana used to have long fingernails, which she 
painted the same shade of red as her lipstick. Staring back in 
the mirror, it was obvious that it was the same face, but the 
rough jungle life was beginning to show.

Remembering the departing advice of her new male lover to 
explore her new womanly body while she could, she decided to 
give it a try to see what it was like to be a woman. Picking up a 
brush, she began brushing and combing the hair, trying to 
shape it as Diana usually wore it. She picked up the brush as 
she tried to decide where to start. Watching herself in the 
mirror as she brushed her long thick hair, she was appalled to 
observe that she was mashing the hair down. She ran her 
hands through the hair, mussing it but getting it to stand up 
again, before remembering that Kit's touch with the brush had 
been very light, so she made a concentrated effort to brush 
lightly.

After several attempts, it began to take shape. She brushed the 
top and left the sides full and wavy but drawn to the back. The 
back was arranged in one long fluffy curl, which she draped 
over her shoulder. Satisfied with the general appearance, she 
pulled down a few strands before brushing them back so there 
was a little bit of bangs hanging down. While it didn't look 
absolutely gorgeous, it looked very normal. The Phantom 
preferred for her to wear it wild and free, falling to her back. 
Seeing the hair easily brush into its more familiar style 
rewarded the efforts that she was putting into perfecting her 
feminine skills.

Sitting at her vanity table, she stared at the mixture of 
foundations, bases, power, lipstick, gloss, mascara, eyeshadow, 
and cold cream. Remembering the general purpose and 
sequence from lying in bed staring at the real Diana while she 
put on her face, it seemed like it would be easy to smear a little 
rouge and lipstick on the face. Uncapping the lipstick and 
cranking it up, she held it in front of her lips as she smelled the 
pleasant aroma and rubbed a crimson slash across her open 
mouth. It made her lips feel so smooth and soft.

She was conscious of the lipstick on the lips from the slight, 
fresh odor just below her nose and its taste in her mouth. The 
taste reminded her how sweet the real Diana's lips had tasted 
the first time that The Phantom had kissed her.

Looking at the smudged thick lipstick on her lips, she wiped it 
off with a tissue and pursed her lips. Turning the lipstick, she 
took her time putting the lipstick on. When she finished, she 
had a very thick coat of the bright red lipstick but she had 
brought it out just past the edge of her lips all the way around 
in order to give a more sexy shape to her new mouth. Not liking 
the thickness, she wiped it off again and re-applied it, this time 
applying a thin, covering coat that outlined her lips correctly 
and had a thin appearance. A final touchup, then her lips 
assumed the fullness and softness of the beautiful woman that 
she should be displaying.

Feeling comfortable with mastering that feminine skill, she put 
a little blush on her cheeks. Three failed attempts later, she put 
the blush away accepting her fire-engine red cheeks as "not 
correct but passable" before she concentrated on making her 
eyes look sultry. She closed one eyelid at a time as she swiped 
some shadow on each of her eyes in turn. Blinking her eyes, it 
didn't seem right because she looked more like a raccoon that 
had been in a fight, than a beautiful young debutante. 
Recognizing that there was more to do before she was finished, 
she tried to determine where she should work next. Staring at 
the rather full eyebrows, she considered tweezing them back to 
the thin, more-stylist shape that Diana preferred when she was 
in America. Looking carefully at the eyebrows, the new Diana 
decided that she liked them full; so she wisely left them alone. 
She outlined her eyes and darkened her eyebrows with eye 
liner, then applied some mascara to each of her eyelashes.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she was very disappointed with 
her somewhat ghastly appearance and lack of natural makeup 
skill.  Twenty minutes later she gave up as she scrubbed it all 
off then only applied the lipstick. The somewhat frustrated new 
woman stared at the makeup, realizing for the first time, how 
much skill it took to expertly apply the different cosmetics so 
that it not only enhanced the beauty but also looked natural.

Picking up one of the perfume atomizers, she sprayed a squeeze 
of perfume on her shirt. Taking a whiff of the perfume and 
enjoying this particular odor, she sprayed herself again.

Opening the jewelry box, she stared at the treasures that the 
real Diana favored. The Phantom had given Diana her choice of 
any jewels in the Treasure Room, but she favored the small 
delicate look in her personal jewelry. She selected a gold neck 
chain, with matching bracelet and earrings, and several rings, 
which barely fit on her smaller fingers.

The rings reminded Diana that her nails were due some 
maintenance, so she gave herself a manicure, adding some 
bright red nail polish that matched her lipstick. Her nails were 
fairly long and she just rounded them at the ends before 
applying the polish. She examined the hands; feeling pleased 
with the improvement that the polish made to her smaller and 
more delicate hands.

Standing and looking at herself in the mirror, her appearance 
was now the way that Diana usually looked. No one would ever 
know that it wasn't the real Diana when she stepped outside 
the privacy of their cave bedroom.

Finally the new Diana was dressed so that she felt comfortable 
enough to walk through the village. Stepping out of the cave 
into the bright sunlight, there was just a momentarily weakness 
in her legs as if she was scared.  Pausing for a second before 
she continued toward the village, the new Diana assumed that 
it was something that came with being a woman - such as the 
female hormones that were now cursing through her feminine 
brain. After all in her real Phantom body, she had wadded 
hundreds of times into deadly situations without feeling any 
terror.  

As she walked through the village, she noticed how people 
looked at her. She felt as if a hundred eyes were staring at her; 
that everyone knew about the body exchange but she attributed 
that minor fear to the hormones again. Holding her head high 
as she disregarded her fears, she walked slowly through the 
village.  She spoke to the villagers, nodding to the ones that 
didn't speak to her. 

She could tell a definite difference in the way the men treated 
Diana from the way they treated The Phantom.  The men 
typically wouldn't speak to her because they had to keep the 
class difference.  She might be The Phantom's wife but she was 
still just a woman.  They would smile at her, then lightly nod 
their heads as a simple greeting to accept her presence.  But 
the most difficult moments was when they looked appreciably at 
her body as if they could see through her clothes; then they 
would continue with their more important tasks as hand  - such 
as batting away a fly.

There was also a noticeable difference in the way that the 
women greeted the new Diana.  Normally the women would 
greet The Phantom with a mild smile then they would scurry to 
get out of the way so that The Phantom could talk man talk 
with their husbands/fathers.  The women were now lively 
talking with the new Diana as if she was one of them.  The 
women stopped her as she walked, talking to her about their 
children, their food, their food, their lazy husbands, and their 
gossip. 

It normally took The Phantom only ten minutes to walk from 
one end of the village to the other because chit-chat was 
minimal.  But the new Diana discovered that the women talked 
longer so it took almost an hour just to get halfway through the 
village.  By the time that she got to the center of the village, she 
felt accepted by the women and ignored by the men.

Under the central tree, Mozz was sitting, with a bunch of kids 
scattered around him as he told his stories. Diana sat down 
next to him and listened to him as he talked to the kids in their 
natural language. Then he mumbled something, using a 
different language, that was a simple command to Diana 
requesting her to help him get up from his sitting position. She 
stood up to help him up but the old man sat there as he ignored 
her attempt to help him. Then he declared in the same language 
as the command "Two things gave you away. Your heavy 
overuse of the perfume this morning. The real Diana doesn't 
know a single word of the Moorish dialect, but the real Phantom 
does."

Sitting back down beside the old man, Diana looked at the kids 
who didn't understand what the old man had discussed. With a 
wave of his hand dismissing them, the children ran away, 
leaving only Mozz and Diana sitting under the tree.

Diana confirmed his guess "We tried it last night. As you can 
see, it worked. We're going to live each other's life for two days 
before we swap back. I need your help to make sure that no one 
else discovers that we've done this exchange."

"There is an old jungle saying that goes - He who swings from 
vine, must worry what to do if the vine breaks."

A puzzled look formed on Diana's face as she responded "I don't 
remember anyone saying that about me."

"True. It's one that a friend told me about a man named Tarzan. 
But it also applies to you. What if you can't switch back?"

"But we've got to."

"Nothing is guaranteed in life except taxes and death. That's an 
old IRS saying."

"Ok, so you're probably right. What can we do?"

"Only wait and see. We'll try but if it doesn't work, then you'll 
have to adapt to your new life...Diana."

The sound of Mozz so forcefully calling her Diana sends a chill 
down her back.  A chill of doom.

******

The Phantom rode into the village in mid-afternoon after 
returning from taking care of the bullies in town. Sliding off 
Hero, he entered the Skull Cave. A quick glance around the 
cave revealed that he was the only person in the somewhat 
private area. He deduced that Diana must be down in the main 
village - probably talking to Mozz.

He strode into the Chronicle Room, enjoying the sound of his 
heavy boots clicking on the stone floor as he walked briskly 
through the cave.  There was a very noticeable difference to his 
new footsteps over his real body's footsteps.  The sound was 
more confident, more powerful..more manly.

Opening the latest journal, he fulfilled a mandatory task that 
every Phantom for the last four hundred years had done every 
day.  He entered the story of his fight, recording for future 
generations how some bullies had tried to push one person too 
many.  He left out one major observation - the wonderful 
erection that he had experienced as a result of the fight. 

When he finished his entry, he noticed the obvious difference in 
the handwriting. The entry just made was an example of 
beautiful hand writing, where the letters were very flowing and 
feminine while the previous entries were almost brutish and 
business-like. Later he would bring Diana in here and between 
the two of them, write the chronicle entry to describe their body 
exchange.

Striding into the Throne Room, he sat down on the Throne. 
Sitting in the carved-rock Throne chair felt very normal, where 
it hadn't feel even the tienie-wieniest bit normal when he sat on 
the Throne in Diana's smaller body. The rock-hard chair was 
designed for a man with long legs and a wide body, so the chair 
felt better with his new body.

Sitting in the Throne, he felt a rush of power flow through his 
body as he realized that he was The Phantom now.  That he was 
the man who millions of jungle inhabitants idolized because of 
The Phantom's rich history and mystery.  Looking around at the 
huge chamber, his low voice filled every crevice as he whispered 
to the ghosts that filled the chamber "I won't let you down."

He wanted to sit on the Throne for a long time so that he could 
think about what it was like to be The Phantom.  But he knew 
that his time was limited with so many other things that he 
wanted to experience also.  

Walking through the series of inter-linked caves, he entered the 
Burial Vault where the twenty other Phantoms were buried in 
their individual crypts. Looking at the open space reserved for 
the twenty-first Phantom - the current Phantom, he knew that 
he wanted to be buried within that space when he died. He 
knew that was impossible because only The Phantom's were 
buried here within the crypt.  The dead wives of Phantoms were 
buried in a small cemetery just a short distance from the 
waterfall. When he eventually died, he wanted to be entombed 
here within the crypt - where he felt that he really belonged.

******

Diana was watching Taizza cook. Most times, Diana helped her 
friend, but the little pigmy woman had declined Diana's 
assistance today. Talking to Taizza woman-to-woman in a best 
friend to best friend style was a very unusual experience for the 
new Diana.  She felt more comfortable talking about horses, or 
crops, or hunting, or anything but what Taizza kept talking 
about.

Taizza's entire life seemed to revolve around Mauba and her 
planned life with him. Diana had to pretend to be interested in 
her friend's single-track mind which simply revolved around her 
desire to be fucked. From her limited topic range, Diana 
deduced that Taizza was extremely horny because all the young 
virginal woman would talk about was, what it must be like to be 
fucked. And that was something that Diana didn't want to think 
about, much less answer the rather pointed questions that 
Taizza kept asking about sex. As fast as Diana changed the 
subject to something that wasn't so unsettling to her, Taizza 
would switch back to the topic of sex, often inquiring about 
details of what Diana thought about making love to The 
Phantom.

Talking to Taizza, Diana was amazed to discover that the whole 
village discussed their love life and that most of the village 
women frequently fantasized about what it would like to have 
The Phantom as their husband. While Diana knew that back in 
her bachelor days as The Phantom, that The Phantom could've 
claimed any village woman as his companion, she never 
dreamed that the village women talked about his reputed sexual 
prowess as an everyday topic. Taizza revealed that they joked 
about how his body was proportionally built everywhere except 
between the legs. And that even the biggest horse didn't have a 
cock reportedly as big as his cock.

Hearing Taizza open up about the rumors and gossip of the 
village women, Diana felt her face blush many times as Taizza 
rattled on about what so-and-so would do if The Phantom was 
her man for the night. Or about someone else bragging about 
how she had been visited one night in the dark by a man whose 
cock was so big that it could only have been the Phantom. 
About how there were women who had been slightly 
disappointed by their new-born babies non-white skin.

Taizza was also very curious about Diana's ability to satisfy her 
husband with her mouth. When Diana shyly changed the 
subject, Taizza immediately switched back, claiming that she 
needed to know how to suck big cocks so that she could 
someday be the perfect wife to Mauba.

Finally Diana claimed that she needed some exercise so that 
she could escape her friend's one track mind.  She walked out 
of the village and down one of the trails to a lonely spot by a 
stream that she knew the real Diana liked to visit. Sitting on a 
fallen log, she knew why the real Diana felt depressed and 
lonesome at times. There was really nothing here to entertain 
her or interest her. That's why the real Diana spent a lot of time 
in the woods exercising, or dreaming about going back home.

The new Diana sat on the log, thinking for a long time about 
what she had learned in such a short time. She was surprised 
when she looked up to see that it was almost sundown. Leaping 
to her feet, she turned to see Mozz quietly sitting on a stump a 
little way up the trail. He smiled as the village's wise man 
proclaimed "Just as I watched over the person that I formerly 
knew as Diana, I'll watch over you."

The old man started walking back down the trail. She hurried 
after him, feeling her breasts bounce up and down even with 
the bra on. In a few seconds, she was beside him on the trail. 
He stopped, looked her in the eye as he softly reminded the new 
young lady "My friend, I would love to live in a society where I 
could treat you as an equal. But as you know, we don't. Please 
don't make me remind you."

He walked slowly forward as Diana followed him, keeping one 
step behind him as a woman is supposed to follow any man. 
They talked as they walked. Mozz told her that he had seen The 
Phantom ride in and he was in the cave.

When Diana entered the cave, The Phantom was sitting in his 
throne chair. His gunbelt was off and he was staring in space as 
he thought about whatever Phantoms think.

She cleared her throat making a small noise which caused him 
to look up as he asked. "Hi, dear. How was your day?"

"I understand that I'm the luckiest woman in the village to be 
married to a stud like you. Why didn't you tell me about all 
these rumors going around about The Phantom's large cock and 
his frequent affairs? Did you shoot anyone today?" she asked, 
hearing a slight tone of sarcasm in her voice.

"Not yet, but the day's not over yet. As for the rumors, they were 
just gossip that I didn't feel worth repeating. I knew that you 
weren't having affairs and I enjoyed hearing all the outlandish 
things that the women gossiped about doing with you.   As for 
what I've been doing, I've been doing a lot of thinking. We're 
both acting slightly differently than we normally act. I think it's 
caused by the hormones going through our new brains. You're 
going through an hourly estrogen hormone fluctuation as your 
new body cleanses itself and I'm being bombarded with 
testosterone's, which causes me to strut a little too much."

"Maybe you're right. I know I've felt a mixture of feelings today - 
one minute depressed and lonely while the next minute, all 
hyper and feeling strange. I was looking at a pretty flower and I 
suddenly felt like crying. I can't explain how strange I feel."

"It's the only explanation. Let me tell you what happened to me 
today. I had several erections. Three of them were while I was 
riding Hero. One was here while I was sitting on the Throne and 
one . one was in town."

"That's natural. Most men have several erections daily."

"I know, but it's weird to find yourself suddenly erect when 
there's no logical reason for it. I see that you took my advice 
and explored the mysteries of cosmetics. Later tonight, I can 
show you how to apply your makeup properly."

"Does that mean that you think I put it on wrong?" she 
responded with a slightly higher tone of voice indicating a little 
anger.

"No, not at all. I was just - I thought maybe that you would 
like...I've spent years learning how to put makeup on that 
face and I'd be happy to help you. Are you hungry?" he asked, 
trying to change the subject.

"I've nibbled all day so I'm really not hungry."

"Supper is ready.  I took the liberty of doing that task while I 
was waiting for you. After supper, we'll talk some more about 
our experiences."


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