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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.    


The Phantom
By Waldo

Chapter 1 - Life in Skull Cave

The unmistakable sound of an ax biting into solid wood kept 
vibrating loudly through the jungle, echoing off the centuries 
old trees that populated this deep, dark remote area of the 
African jungle. As the almost completely nude, elderly male 
pigmy slowly walked down the trail, the repeating "chunk" 
sounds kept getting louder as he approached the clearing. 
Pushing a large, hanging-down leaf away with his ancient, 
hand-carved walking staff, the native stepped into the clearing, 
finding the reason for his late afternoon search.

In the center of the African jungle clearing, stood an American. 
It was obvious not only from the clothes, but also from the 
general stance. While the native men dressed in a simple 
loincloth and the native women wore a simple cloth wrapped 
around the waist, those weird Americans preferred to wear long 
trousers and long-sleeved khaki shirts, regardless of their 
gender. This American's shirtsleeves were rolled up and a 
bandanna wrapped around the forehead to catch the dripping 
sweat from the aggressive wood chopping. The shirt back was 
dark with a big, wet sweat stain.

The pigmy grinned a toothless smile to himself; as the ax-bearer 
lined up a new two-foot-long clump of wood on the cutting 
block. Then with one practiced swing, raised the ax high in the 
air, expertly bringing the ax firmly dead center into the upended 
chunk of wood. The whack of the ax biting into the wood 
sounded loud within the echo of the surrounding jungle, almost 
drowning out the grunting sound of the ax-swinger.

The ax-swinger grunted once as the ax was pulled up, lifting the 
chunk of wood with the ax still partially buried in it. The chunk 
of wood with the embedded ax kept rising until it was almost 
directly over the woodchopper's head, then with a second loud 
grunt, the wood came rushing back at the chopping block. A 
loud thud sounded as the weight of the wood helped bury the 
ax-head deeper into the wood. A third loud grunt filled the air 
as the wood was quickly hoisted high again. This time as the 
wood smashed against the chopping block, the thud sound was 
supplemented with a creaking sound as the hammering ax 
cleaved the wood block into two halves; completely drowning 
out the fourth loud grunt.

"I wish that my oldest son could use an ax the way that you do. 
I would never worry about my campfire going out," cried the old 
man in his creaking, ancient voice.

The woodchopper's head turned quickly at the first unexpected 
syllable, knowing too well that the jungle can be a dangerous 
place. Seeing only the familiar old man leaning on his ancient 
walking stick, the woodchopper ran a slender hand through the 
thick lock of dark hair hanging down over her forehead before 
replying in her pleasant soprano voice revealing a distinctly  
American accent. "Chopping wood is the only thing that I've 
found out here in this desolate jungle, to keep my tennis 
muscles from turning flabby. I wish that I could convince Kit to 
put in a tennis court close to the cave. I've got to do something 
to stay in shape or I'll be bigger than your third wife soon."

Old man Mozz, the storyteller, smiled at the attractive woman 
holding the ax. She was the former Diane Palmer, who was now 
Diana Walker, the wife of The Phantom.

>From the pigmy's four foot, three inches tall perspective, she 
was a giantess at five foot two inches tall. She was dark-haired, 
favoring the current American hairstyle parted in the middle, 
which curled about the shoulders. She normally tied her long 
hair back into a ponytail or wore it in a tight bun when she was 
exercising, but today, she had let it hang free. Her hair, a rich 
auburn, flowed thick and rich down the nape of her neck.

She was an extremely beautiful, fair-skinned aristocratic young, 
woman with piercing brown eyes, long dark hair, flashing eyes, 
and a small, upturned nose over a sensual, voluptuous mouth 
that looked to be perfect - for either blowing a gentle kiss to her 
love or wrapping around her man's cock. Her large brown eyes 
could cause a man to get lost in the dark pools of limpid 
mystery.

Even covered with all the current American fashionable clothes, 
it was obvious that she had a gorgeous body. The tiny waist, full 
rounded ass, and big beautiful, firm breasts, that shook and 
bounced with every little move she made, was very evident; even 
with the jungle clothes covering most of her perfectly 
proportioned, lithe body. Her American upbringing was the only 
reason that she declined to dress native which would reveal her 
naked body. Although she had a fabulously feminine body, she 
was also very strong and firmly muscled under her smooth 
flesh.

A few lucky men had seen her `charms' while she bathed in the 
waterfall. The men talked among themselves about her full 
breasts with the large nipples. Her frequent walks through the 
village wearing shorts, revealed her beautiful legs to many a 
grinning pigmy man.

Turning back around to the chopping block, she gave one hard 
tug on the ax, pulling the ax free, causing her bra-less breasts 
to jiggle from side to side under the soaked khaki shirt that had 
molded to her body. She picked up an oily rag and began 
cleaning the ax as she walked toward the old man whom she 
knew had come after her to bring her back home. Looking up at 
the sky, she realized that it would be almost dark when they got 
back to the village.

As she approached him, he turned so he could lead the way 
down the path letting her follow him, knowing that it would 
dishonor him if she walked by his side. Even though she was an 
American and the wife of The Phantom, she was still just a 
woman. As a woman, she wasn't considered the equal of any of 
the village men. She knew that the old man didn't consider her 
to be inferior, but if she showed him disrespect in any tribal 
custom, then he would have to "teach her the proper respect" 
with his walking stick. It was only when she was with her 
husband that she could walk side by side with a man.

Although it was 1930 and American women had become 
liberated, here in the African jungle, a woman had no rights. 
When she first arrived here, she expected too much. Her liberal 
attitude caused too many problems among the village people 
with her very modernistic attitudes. Kit had talked to her and 
helped some, but it was Doctor Axel who had spoken the words 
that finally sunk in - "The Phantom's wife must live not only 
with him, but with his people" which was one of those old 
jungle sayings that everyone kept telling her.

So she accepted the role that the village people expected of her, 
allowing herself to reveal her true feelings only to her love - Kit 
or The Phantom as the jungle people called him.

The Phantom was a mysterious crusader for justice, an avowed 
enemy of cruelty and piracy in all forms, who had defended the 
helpless and innocent against criminals and evildoers for over 
400 years. Four hundred years ago, the sole survivor of a pirate 
raid was washed up on a remote Bengalla beach and was 
nursed to health by friendly pygmies. On the skull of his 
father's killer he swore an oath to fight piracy, cruelty, injustice 
and greed with his sons to follow in his footsteps. Time and 
again, his enemies killed him, only to see him return and 
vanquish them; not knowing that it was the next Phantom 
generation taking his rightful place, replacing the dead 
Phantom. Thus, The Phantom became known throughout the 
jungle as the Ghost who walks.

Only the pygmies knew the real secret behind The Phantom's 
mysterious reappearance. They helped keep the secret that the 
dying Phantom's son would replace the Phantom and maintain 
the peace. Over the years, twenty different generations of 
Phantoms had fought and died, succeeded by their next in line 
heir. Kit was the twenty-first person to swear the oath and to 
take his father's place. While the pygmies knew the secret, they 
didn't reveal the secret so other tribe's natives believed him to 
be the same man -- "The Ghost Who Walks." The legend grew in 
the deadly jungle. A name whispered -- loved and feared.

His home was in the Skull Cave, hidden behind a waterfall, 
deep in the jungle of the Deep Woods of Bengalla. The Cave 
contained several big rooms, with one crypt-like room dedicated 
to the bodies of the deceased Phantoms. Another room was 
filled with jewels, captured from pirates and wrongdoers. 
Another room was filled with old chronicles of the earlier 
Phantom's adventures. Often Diana and Kit would sit in this 
room as they read of his ancestor's deeds, feeling proud of the 
men who had preceded the current occupant of the Skull 
Throne.

But Diana's favorite room was the bedroom. The room where Kit 
would hang up his gunbelt, remove his purple skin-tight 
uniform, his mid-calf black boots, the purple skullcap and the 
black facemask. He would remove everything but his two rings.

He constantly wore two rings. The Good Mark ring on his left 
hand had a symbol consisting of four overlapping P-shaped 
swords forming a cross in a circle.  The Skull Mark ring on his 
right hand bore the symbol of a death's head skull. Both rings 
left indelible marks on whomever he touched or punched. The 
Good Mark designated the bearer as being a friend under the 
protection of The Phantom. Conversely, the Skull Mark 
indicated a sign that the victim had battled The Phantom.

Bad guys got the skull the hard way. His powerful right fist 
knocked out many a bad guy while leaving the feared, 
permanent skull mark on their exposed face. Good guys would 
be lightly touched, leaving a mark that would never fade or be 
washed off. The first time that he met Diana, he lightly touched 
the nape of her neck just below her hairline with his ring, 
leaving his good mark on her.

The first time that they made love, she joyously laughed as she 
examined her body afterwards, fearful that she would find a 
couple of hundred different permanent ring marks from the way 
that they had groped each other's body. He had explained 
before the sex that it was some type of jungle magic that worked 
the rings and that the rings wouldn't mark her again.

The bedroom was their special place that no one else could 
enter. Not even Devil, the wolf-dog that followed him 
everywhere.  Or Guran, the current leader of the Bandar 
Pygmies.  Or Mozz, the wise elder of the tribe that forecast the 
future as often as he told of the past. Except for the death of the 
current Phantom or the birth of a future Phantom was the only 
time that anyone else could enter their bedroom.

In the bedroom, they could release their passion or feel the 
tenderness of each other's delicate and loving touch. The place 
where they eased each other's hunger or shared each other's 
intermost secret. The place that belonged to them, even though 
they were just the current occupants - the bedroom of The 
Phantom and his wife. The room where all of the Phantoms over 
the last four hundred years had been born.

******

Diana followed Mozz into the village, pausing a moment to tug 
mischievously on Taizza's skirt, who was minding her family's 
cooking pot. Taizza slapped at her, but Diana easily dodged the 
friendly blow. They had been the best of friends since Diana 
first met her several years ago, after Taizza finished puberty. 
Although there was four years difference in age, Taizza was just 
as mature as Diana because jungle life forced children to grow 
up fast. Taizza was a beautiful example of pygmy womanhood 
and would have to make a mate selection at the next village 
festival.

Taizza had been a beautiful child who had grown up into a 
beautiful woman. Her long, dark, curly hair was woven into 
dozens of thick strands.  Those strands were threaded through 
brightly colored beads, which hung to the middle of her 
shoulder blades. Her ears were pierced numerous times, as 
were all pigmy women, with several small golden hoops 
dangling down from her ears. One nostril had been pierced, but 
she only wore jewelry in her nose during special ceremonies.

Her naked upper torso, which had never been hidden behind a 
blouse, had the subtle curves of a young girl, with young 
breasts that were conical buds perched high on her chest. The 
short, mid-thigh skirt emphasized the way that her hips and 
ass had swollen outward over the last several years. While most 
native women's legs were very hairy, Taizza had copied Diana's 
habit of shaving her legs. She was small compared to normal 
American women, but here in this village of pygmies, she was 
tall at four foot six inches tall.

Diana quickly caught up with Mozz and followed him into the 
Skull Cave. Within the cave, the rules changed because it was 
her home.  So now that Mozz was her guest, he let Diana walk 
in front, taking the position of honor. She led him to the 
circular pit in front of the Skull Throne in the large chamber 
and sat down cross-legged on the floor. With a little assistance 
from his walking stick, Mozz eased his elderly body down on the 
stone.

"Your pronunciation is improving. You sound as if you were 
born in this village now." crackled the old man's voice.

"Thank you. But it's all because you insist that I spend an hour 
doing different types of training every day. I don't mind the 
pistol shooting nor the boxing, because I've been a tomboy all 
my life.  I enjoy listening to the jungle stories to learn tribal 
history, but I really don't like the constant language drills. Why 
do I have to be an expert in every language?"

Pointing his cane at her to emphasize his words, he proclaimed 
in his creaky, ancient voice "You're The Phantom's wife. You're 
the key to the training of the next Phantom. But don't complain. 
You're young - I'm old but I also participate every day."

"Old man, why don't you rest and let your eldest son do some of 
your work. You've worked hard all your life.  You need to enjoy 
your grandchildren before it's too late."

He grinned that familiar toothless grin as he replied, 
acknowledging her boasting "Just as there has always been The 
Phantom, there has always been the old storyteller. Just as my 
father before me was known as Mozz to our village, I'll live my 
destiny. When I die, it's soon enough for my son to assume my 
name."

"How many Phantoms have you served?"

Although he easily knew the answer, he bowed his head before 
he looked at the empty Skull Throne as if to find remembrance 
of someone that he might have forgotten.  His voice dropped a 
couple of octaves before he replied "I've seen four Phantoms in 
my long lifetime. I've served two Phantoms where I've been 
knows as Mozz.  The magic of the jungle tells me that I'll serve 
one more Phantom before I die."

"No way. You're over a hundred now. The only way that you can 
see another Phantom is for me to get pregnant, for the kid to 
grow up and for Kit to die. You'll never last that long, old man."

Nodding toward the throne with a sad look on his ancient 
wrinkled face, Mozz softly replied "I wish that I would be wrong 
for once."

Something in Mozz's tone scared Diana. Although it was a daily 
ritual for her to spend an hour with Mozz daily to learn the 
tribal folklore and language, she didn't feel like having a lesson 
anymore today. Quickly changing the subject, she listened to 
the old man recall one of the legends that he liked to talk about. 
After a few minutes of listening to Mozz's stories, Diana 
pretended that she was tired, suggesting to him that she was 
going to turn in early.

After Mozz left, Diana went into her bedroom where she selected 
a change of clothes. All that chopping wood had left her 
smelling like one of those college football players that she used 
to date. She carried her clothes and towel out of the cave, then 
headed toward the nearby lake formed by the waterfall.

Although it was dark, she didn't fear anything. After all, she 
was protected by The Phantom and there was an old jungle 
saying - "a beautiful woman clad in the finest jewels may walk 
in the jungle safely at midnight, knowing she'll be safe because 
of The Phantom's protection."

Approaching the waterfall, she paused for a second, hearing 
some faint sound almost hidden by the sound of the waterfall. 
Stepping quietly, she approached the long, flat rock at the base 
of the waterfall that was a favorite showering place. As her eyes 
searched the deep shadows beside the waterfall, she saw 
someone underneath the waterfall. A few steps closer and she 
observed that it was a naked Taizza.

A splashing sound stopped Diana from speaking to her friend. 
Turning her head slightly, she saw someone swimming across 
the lake. Stepping back into the darkness, she watched as the 
swimmer continued toward the flat rock where Taizza was 
apparently waiting for the approaching swimmer. Staying in the 
shadows and using the boulders to hide behind, Diana slipped 
closer to the rock so that she could eavesdrop on her friend.

The swimmer climbed up on the rock, revealing his diminutive, 
but well-developed young pigmy body. Diana recognized him as 
one of the men from a neighboring pigmy village, who was only 
a couple of years older than Taizza. The water glistened in the 
dim moonlight, revealing his muscular, naked ebony body as he 
stood in front of Taizza. Diana was close enough so that she 
could see goose bumps on his body, which she knew were 
caused by excitement, not by cold. Looking at Taizza, Diana 
noticed that Taizza's nipples were sticking out hard on her 
pouty conical, half apple size breasts. Dim moonlight glistened 
off her nubile body. Except where the patch of dark pubic hair 
between her legs absorbed the moonlight.

Standing beside Taizza, he stroked her chin with his fingers. 
She jumped slightly, then opened her mouth but said nothing. 
Her hand covered his hand as she gently guided his hand down 
to the side of her naked butt. He slowly moved his hand lower, 
but she still held on gently, pulling it back up to where she 
wanted it to rest. She stared straight into his eyes as they stood 
there.

"Hello Taizza."

"Men don't swim here at night. It belongs to Diana."

"She is with the storyteller. If she comes out here, it won't be 
until later. Did you know that I've got my own cow now?"

"No, Mauba. Why should I care about your cow?" she asked as 
she stepped away from him, letting his hand drop back to his 
side.

"Because it means that I can soon seek a wife. I plan to ask 
your father what your dowry is!"

She turned to face him again, her white teeth gleaming in the 
dark as she smiled "Dowry? Surely you jest. Why do you think 
that I would let my father even talk to you?"

"Because I'll be a great warrior someday. A warrior that 
deserves many wives, but only wants one - You. When we were 
children, Mozz declared that we would make a fine family."

"He's an old man who has no right to give me away. I'm free to 
choose whomever I wish. Why should I choose you?" she 
declared with a pixie smile on her dark face.

"Because your heart tells you that I'm the man that you can 
love. Because your brain tells you that I'm a good man that'll 
take care of you and treat you with the respect that my wife 
deserves. Because your body tells you that you want me as 
much as I want you."

Taizza's voice changed pitch as she responded "I'll let you talk 
to my father. Now go away before you're seen here with me."

"No. I can't go back to my hut and sleep, knowing that you're so 
close, yet so far away. I want you."

"I've promised my father that I'll remain a virgin until my 
wedding. Go before you make me break my promise."

"I'll honor your promise. I promise that I'll cut my cock off 
before I let you break your vow."

Her mouth formed a perfect smile in the dim moonlight as she 
responded "Good. I'll hold you to your promise. Before you go, 
will you wash my back?"

Diana shifted position slightly so that she was sitting on a rock 
behind the boulder. When she looked up again, Mauba's hand 
was holding a bar of soap. He was also brushing the top of her 
chest as Taizza pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her chest 
out to meet his hand.

Diana watched as the soap bubbles formed on Taizza's chest 
before the bubbles gently flowed down her breasts. Mauba's 
hands cupped Taizza's perky breasts as he coated them with 
the slick soap.  Mauba smiled as he pretended to be only 
washing her breasts. Even from Diana's slightly distance 
position, she could see that Taizza's nipples were stiff like little 
erasers. As Mauba pulled at the perky nipples, Taizza squirmed 
and wriggled, as she found herself enjoying what he was doing 
to her. She took the soap bar from him, then she dropped the 
soap on the ground.

"Pick it up, please!" she commanded in a husky voice.

As he bent down to pick up the soap, she took one step forward 
so that her crotch was almost touching his forehead. Diana 
smiled, knowing that he would get a good smell of her friend's 
musky vagina that close. Being a smart young man, he stayed 
down, but raised his head to stare at her pussy for several 
seconds before she stepped back, holding out her hand for the 
soap.

He straightened up, handing her the soap as she commanded 
"Turn around.  Let me show you how to wash someone's back."

He turned around so that she could begin lathering his back. 
After getting his back all slick and coated with a soapy lather, 
she stepped forward and rubbed her breasts against his back in 
small circles. She didn't press hard against his back, only 
letting her eraser nipples rub his lower shoulders, causing him 
to arch his back to the touch.

Unable to take any more of the enjoyable sensation, he turned 
around so that they faced each other. He stared deeply into her 
eyes as he licked his lips, giving her the look that only lovers 
can give each other. She stepped forward pressing her lips 
against his lips as his arms wrapped around her. They shared a 
long, passionate kiss, before Taizza pushed herself away with a 
slight moan. With a gentle pressure from her hand, she guided 
his mouth to her nipple. He cupped the other breast as she 
softly stroked his hair.

Diana's position behind the boulders was close enough so that 
she could hear the little slurping sounds that Mauba was 
making, even over the noise of the waterfall. He rolled her other 
nipple between his fingers causing Taizza to sigh in pleasure.

He rubbed her clit from the bottom of its base to the tip with a 
finger, causing her to jump and pull away. He groaned "I 
promise that I won't touch you with my cock."

"We shouldn't be doing this.", she whispered to him.

He ignored her and guided her so that she laid down on the flat 
rock, knowing that she couldn't struggle if she wanted to. She 
began making a sound like a purr, as he rubbed her clit with 
one hand as his other hand repeatedly stroked her nipple.

She jerked as he gently rubbed his finger against her cunt. 
Every time he moved his finger up or down, she jumped a little. 
For several long seconds, he stroked his finger directly against 
her pussy. Then he removed his finger and put his face beside 
her pussy. Gently breathing and blowing on her clit, he got it 
fully extended. Then he sucked on her clit so hard it made her 
jump again as she shivered with pleasure. Taizza released a soft 
squeal and pushed her hips forward to meet his mouth.

He placed his tongue in her slit, resulting in a loud moan. As 
his head bobbed up and down, it was obvious to Diana that he 
was using his stiff tongue as a cock.

"More, no stop, ugh, yes, yes, I want you, ohhhh!" she groaned 
out loud as he brought her to the edge of an orgasm. Her hips 
thrust forward meeting his tongue, driving his tongue deeper as 
her hips pounded faster against his face.

Then her body stiffened. She wrapped her legs tightly around 
his head. Her hips spasm uncontrollably as the orgasm rushed 
through her body. Just as quickly as it began, her body relaxed 
and her legs unwound from his head. As he pulled his head 
back, her juices gleamed on his face.

She curled up in a ball with a huge smile on her face as Mauba 
dived into the water, swimming back to the other shore. After 
several minutes of lying still, Taizza slowly sat up. She picked 
up the bar of soap and lathered her body before diving into the 
lake. When she surfaced, she swam in a different direction that 
Mauba.

After Diana was satisfied that both of them were gone, she 
stretched her legs which had fallen asleep from the position that 
she had been sitting in. She hadn't intended to spy on her 
friend, but she also didn't want to interrupt a lover's meeting. 
Now that she had the rock to herself, she undressed and 
stepped under the waterfall, letting the water refresh her body. 
As she stood under the waterfall, she thought about the two 
lovers and felt her own nipples become hard.

She gently tweaked her nipples, wondering about where Kit 
was, wishing that he were there with her, instead of chasing 
bandits across the jungle. Remembering an old jungle saying 
which goes `Call The Phantom anywhere and he'll hear'. She 
called out softly "Phantom, I'm here.  I'm very lonely. I need 
you. Come home."


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