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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 8 - While the men are away.

The sound of falling rain woke Diana. Opening her eyes and 
staring at the narrow cave window, she could tell that morning 
had arrived but that the sun was hidden behind the rain 
clouds. Holding her hand up, she knew that the body exchange 
hadn't worked as soon as she saw the now familiar red 
fingernail polish on her still slender hands. If Mozz was right, 
this storm would last several days and there would be no more 
moonlight for another attempt until the next series of full 
moons.

Sitting up, she stared at the exposed, sleeping man beside her. 
His obvious manhood hanging between his spread, long, hairy 
legs, clearly demonstrated that the body exchange had failed. 
She propped herself on one elbow and looked at his face, 
noticing a look of total contentment that she'd never seen 
before. His eyes were closed and his lips, slightly open, were 
fixed in the most beautiful, small smile as he slept.

Feeling disappointed because the exchange had failed, she 
slipped out of the bed, being careful to not wake the sleeping 
man. Pulling the robe on because she was cold as the cave lost 
its heat, she walked out to the Throne Room and sat down on 
the cold Throne rock chair, pulling her legs up under her. She 
felt very depressed but wasn't sure if that feeling was because of 
her period or the failure of the body exchange. As a tear flowed 
down her cheek, she heard the first distant boom of jungle 
drums.

Sitting up straight, she listened to the sound, which was 
magnified by the natural echo within the cave. After two 
minutes of listening to the drum, she walked forcefully into the 
bedroom, stepping over Devil again as he lay outside the door.

When she opened the door, Kit woke up. As he stared at her 
body, realizing also that the exchange hadn't worked, Diana 
simply declared in a slightly despondent voice "The exchange 
failed. We're going to have to continue our impersonation of 
each other for at least three more weeks. Hear the drums calling 
for The Phantom's help? The Maagua tribe is being attacked by 
the Watkssi tribe over land that they both claim ownership. The 
Phantom has to go stop their fighting and settle the dispute. I'll 
pack your saddlebags."

******

Like all caves, when it was raining outside, the cave walls 
dripped moisture. And it was pouring outside. Even in their 
bedroom, there was a small stream of water that gathered in a 
low spot near the door and flowed out the door, down the 
hallway. The cave was cold and Diana had put on trousers, high 
boots, a blouse and a sweater; but was still cold from the 
continual dampness.

The Phantom had ridden off about two hours ago and would be 
gone at least four days. The storm was expected to last for five 
or six days so he would be constantly soaked. Having ridden 
across the jungle under similar circumstances, Diana knew that 
her mate was probably more uncomfortable than she was. At 
least she was dry.

Looking at the falling rain through the cave entrance, she 
shivered. The heavy limbs on the nearby trees swayed back and 
forth as the heavy rain beat upon them. The breeze carried the 
scent of wet earth and mildew. The village was invisible because 
of the heavy rain. She stared out the entrance, feeling the cool 
breeze that blew through the cave openings. Aware that she was 
shivering, she went looking for ways to stay warm.

The best way to stay warm was to crawl up in a dry bed with 
your mate, but that wasn't a viable option. Remembering all the 
times that the former Phantom had ridden out, leaving Diana 
behind to amuse herself, she suddenly felt a little depressed 
now that she saw what was really available for Diana to 
entertain herself.

The former Phantom had never experienced such a depressing 
feeling as she did that day. Her mate was gone, and she had an 
emptiness inside that felt like a knot in her stomach. The 
loneliness of having no one at home on a cold wet dreary day 
and having menstrual cramps, was an awful feeling.

If she had been superstitious, she would have considered the 
rain as a bad omen. Being a realist, she knew that it made the 
situation more miserable than it should be.

She spent the day in the Chronicle Room, going through the old 
stories, looking for more references about the Looking Glass 
rock. Finding none, she wrote a short cryptic entry in the 
current journal, describing how they had used the rock and 
"encountered some unusual effects" that would be detailed 
later. Before she closed the journal, she compared the difference 
in her handwriting with her mate's handwriting.

After a late and lonely dinner by herself, she returned to her 
bedroom and crawled under the blankets, smelling the scent of 
their bodies still trapped under the blankets. Because both of 
them were planing to spend a lot of time in bed exploring their 
new bodies, they hadn't been too active in swapping the bed 
sheets everytime a new wet area formed on the sheet. Lying in 
the darkened room, she thought about the way that she had 
gone from being a man of action to being a female 
nymphomaniac. She knew that she couldn't get enough of his 
cock and wished that he were there in bed with her. I'm like a 
bitch in heat, she thought with amusement.

Her mind was dancing crazily from one thought to the next, 
noticing every detail around her. The night seemed alive, 
somehow more vibrant than before. Or maybe she was just 
more sensitive to it. She felt like she was no longer in control of 
her actions, like her mind was the prisoner of her body, and her 
body was being pulled along by some force unknown to her. She 
trembled, and it was more than the chill of the night.

******

The warm of the bed felt great after a day of walking around the 
cold cave. She luxuriated in the feel of the stress draining away 
as her body warmed up, under the blankets.

She was naked and as she rolled over onto her back, the sheets 
scraped against her nipples, which were mildly erect for some 
unknown reason. She cupped the ripe curve underneath her 
breasts and ran her hands lightly over her nipples, which stood 
up prominently from that slight touch. Shutting her eyes, she 
began caressing her breasts, enjoying the feel as her nipples 
became turgid and her breasts became more sensitive. The 
touch of her searching fingers made her nipples darker and 
harder. Almost instantly, she became so much warmer that she 
had to pause for a second to throw the top blanket off the bed. 
Curling back up under the remaining blankets, she cupped her 
breasts again, feeling the hot blood rushing through her body.

Pensively, she looked down at herself, admiring the smooth, soft 
bulges of her breasts as her hands played with the twin orbs, 
squeezing them. She enjoyed the feel as the nipples hardened 
and stood erect. Groaning softly, she rubbed them, cupping the 
full mounds in her hands as she pinched the hard, pink 
nipples. She pressed her legs tightly together in an effort to 
control the mounting urge that was tearing through her loins.

She imagined it was his hands on her soft breasts, his mouth 
on her nipples, then his fingers stroking down along her 
rounded stomach, his tongue pausing at the navel dimple. 
Letting her hands drift down to the curve between her strong 
thighs, her fingers explored the familiar curling dark hair, 
felling the now familiar yet still strange feminine wetness and 
warmth flood through her body.

Holding a breast with one hand as she dipped the middle finger 
of the other hand between her cuntlips to find the wetness in 
her vagina. She probed herself, and thrust her finger deep 
inside the opening and brought some juice out to cover her 
clitoris. After that she moved her legs apart to began 
masturbating. She had two fingers hooked inside the mouth of 
her vagina, her thumb rubbing her clitoris with a jerking motion 
as she imagined his penis thrusting in and out of her passage. 
She felt like a pot about to boil over, hissing, bubbling, and the 
cover jiggling a bit as the steam fought to be set free.

Little shivers went rippling through her crotch, and she began 
to move her hips just a little, tightening her leg muscles, feeling 
the sheet rub gently against her pubic hair as it stretched 
across her body. She tweaked her nipples harder and then 
scratched them lightly with her nails, enjoying the slight pain 
that quickly was replaced by a very sensuous feeling.

She rotated her hips in bigger circles, now pretending that she 
was fucking Kit. The motion made her cunt and asshole spread 
slightly open, then close. With her palm, she spread her pubic 
hair so that she could massage her cunt lips. Slowly, she let her 
fingers manipulate the waiting lips of her vagina and pluck 
tenderly at the erect, hardness of her clitoris. She stretched her 
legs out and opened them slightly so that she would be able to 
move her fingers more easily along the smooth, wet crease of 
her vagina. She rubbed her middle finger up and down her slit, 
feeling the moisture from her slit lubricate her finger. Her inner 
lips stiffened and easily parted from her finger's gentle probing, 
allowing her finger to slide easily into her as she probed her 
cunthole and urethra.

As she nudged her clitoris with her thumb it swelled and sent 
shocks of electricity into her limbs, causing her to shake with 
excitement as she felt the now familiar dampness seeping from 
her vagina. As she caressed the folds of her labia, she felt 
several warm waves of pleasure, which increased in urgency, as 
she began to approach that threshold of pleasure where there 
was no stopping.

She continued to stroke her clitoris, causing contractions to 
begin in her lower stomach and groin. They rapidly began to 
build up, until she abandoned herself to the pleasure, resulting 
in the most intense ecstasy type of pleasure pulsing within her 
groin.

By now, she was gasping and had thrown the rest of the cover 
back so that her sweating body was unhampered by any heavy 
blankets. Her hips were moving in alternating circles and 
humping motions. She slowly guided her finger deep into her 
cunt, enjoying the sensation as the knuckles forced her lips 
slightly wider apart, then closed quickly over the deepening 
finger. She eased her finger into her moist cunt, wiggling it, 
scraping her fingernail against the tender walls and writhed her 
hips up against her hand until she couldn't push any farther

Reaching the full length of her slender fingers, she knew that it 
wasn't anywhere as deep as a cock could go, but it was the best 
thing that she had at that moment. Twisting her hand, she 
moved her finger in and out, enjoying the stroking feeling as she 
repeated the probing in and out motion.

Rubbing her urethra with her other hand, she heard a low 
moan that she knew could've only come from her lips. Using her 
other fingers to part the warm, wet flesh, she bent her finger 
slightly and turned her finger, feeling the knuckle and fingernail 
tease the sensitive velvet lining.

A musky odor that was sweeter than the smell of perfume filled 
the air, as her body exploded with sensations. Her probing 
finger felt the inner ridges of her vagina open as though 
expecting a cock. At the same time, the outer area tightened 
and began to spasm with urgency and ecstasy, trying to hold 
her finger within. Jerking her finger out for a moment, she held 
it under her nose, letting the strong musky smell of her vagina 
fill her nostrils. Ramming her finger back deep inside her, she 
began stroking within herself, as another finger played with her 
clitoris. Her strokes became faster as she began to build toward 
her climax. Pulling her finger back, she shoved it back down 
with the neighboring fingers, jerking from the increased full 
sensation.

She arched her back and opened her eyes, as a look of sheer 
ecstasy filled her face. Her fingers were drenched with her juices 
as they worked quickly on her clitoris, penetrating deep into her 
body. Her loud moans echoed around the cave as she stroked 
herself, rubbing herself harder and faster. With the other hand, 
she rubbed her breasts, rubbing her aching nipples between her 
wet fingertips.

Seconds later she explosively came, grunting and moaning as 
her whole body shook with the release. She rammed all of her 
fingers in and out of her spasming pussy, enjoying the sopping 
wet feel. She cried out as she came, her eyes closed, her wrist 
vibrating as fast as she could move it. Pulling her fingers out, 
she could feel her muscles twitching as if it was a mouth 
gulping and swallowing. She groaned as her juice drained down 
her crack, flowing down her ass, onto the already stained 
sheets.

She gasped for breath for a few seconds and almost exhausted, 
pulled the sheets back over her body, curling up so that she 
could bask in the afterglow as she drifted off to sleep.

******

"Diana" echoed through the many rooms of the cave. It had 
been morning for several hours and Diana was cleaning up after 
breakfast.

Recognizing her friend's voice, Diana walked into the Throne 
Room. A bent over, soaking wet Taizza was carrying a heavy 
basket of damp firewood on her back. Diana helped her put the 
heavy load on the floor. Straightening up, Taizza stated "The 
Phantom stopped at my father's house yesterday as he was 
leaving and asked me to stay with you today so that you aren't 
lonesome and suggested that I bring some firewood over so that 
we can take a warm bath."

In one of the smaller rooms back in the cave, one of the earlier 
Phantoms had found a natural scooped area that he built into a 
bathtub for his wife. He obtained an old wood stove and 
installed some metal barrels on the stove; then found a way to 
divert water from a stream that ran nearby. By diverting water 
into the barrels, the stove would heat the water, which could be 
released into the natural depression.

The two women carried the wood back to the tub and locked the 
lever that started the water flowing toward the metal barrels. 
While Taizza filled the barrels, Diana built a small fire within 
the stove, using some very dry wood that was stacked by the 
stove. After the fire got going, they added some of the wood that 
Taizza had gathered to help fuel the fire. Within half an hour, 
they had the depression filled with steaming water and were 
working on heating a second, smaller batch of water. While 
Taizza re-directed the water, Diana went to the wine cellar, 
returning with two bottles of wine.

Undressing and easing into the very warm water, Diana opened 
one of the bottles of wine and poured some into the two glasses. 
Taizza pulled off her skirt and eased into the warm water, 
giggling as she settled in the water across from Diana. It was a 
small oval shaped depression that was very similar to a bathtub 
that would only fit one large men or two facing, small women 
who didn't mind the other woman's feet intertwined between her 
spread knees.

The hot water and the wine relaxed both of them and within 
minutes, they were giggling like two naughty schoolgirls sharing 
intermost secrets. The first glass of wine disappeared quickly 
and they re-filled their glasses, laughing as they laughed about 
a recent couple's romantic tryst within the village. The man had 
slipped into the hut thinking that the father was gone, with the 
intent of sneaking the girl out for a walk in the woods; but his 
probing fingers in the dark, found the father's dick in the 
darkness.

The combination of wine, warm water and laugher worked away 
some of the knots in Diana's shoulders that had built from 
being trapped in the cold cave all of the previous day. She 
slipped a little deeper into the water until the warm water was 
just under her chin, bending her knees slightly so that she 
didn't crowd Taizza. Diana moved her head from side to side, 
trying to get the slight pain in her shoulders to go away.

Taizza asked, "Would you like for me to rub your shoulders?"

Diana nodded her head, accepting the offer, taking a big gulp of 
the wine; then sat up straight, bending her head slightly as she 
shut her eyes. As Taizza shifted positions, her foot brushed 
against Diana's inner thigh muscle. Dropping to a kneeling 
knee's position and leaning forward, Taizza began massaging 
her friend's neck and shoulders.

After a couple minutes of neck work, Taizza gently lifted Diana's 
chin bringing her face up so that her face was level with Taizza's 
breasts. Opening her eyes, Diana stared at the young pouty 
breasts that were only inches from her mouth. Picking up 
Diana's wineglass, Taizza held it level with Diana's mouth, 
indicating that she should take a drink. Diana opened her 
mouth and tilted her head slightly staring into the dark eyes of 
her friend as she swallowed a mouthful of the wine. Taizza put 
the glass back on the ledge and poured it full. Picking it back 
up, she took a big sip, tilting her head, which thrust her breasts 
out, almost touching Diana's nose. A little of the wine dribbled 
down her chin and down onto her breasts, the drops of wine 
snaking down her breasts.

"So, do you think that Mauba will like my body?" she 
whispered, then leaned forward so that her bobbing breasts 
were only two inches from Diana's mouth. Diana stared at the 
nipples, which were more tumescent than normal as Taizza 
fingernails started tracing small circles on Diana's back and 
lightly scratching her with her fingernails.

As Taizza's nipples bounced up and down slightly just inches 
from her face, Diana responded "Yes, you've got one of the most 
beautiful bodies that I've ever seen. Mauba will be a lucky 
man."

Taizza unexpectedly sat back on her leg so that her face was 
now level with Diana's face. The young woman softly asked, 
"Then help me. Mauba only talks about how nice you look in 
your clothes. He talks about you all the time, never about me. 
Teach me what I need to know so that I look like you and know 
how to please him. Tell me the secrets of satisfying a man."

Diana laughed out loud then stopped laughing when she 
observed that Taizza was serious about her request. Taking a 
deep breath, Diana softly replied "I'll give it a try."

Taizza leaped forward, wrapping her arms around Diana's neck 
as she squealed, forcing Diana's face against the soft boobs that 
she had been staring at only seconds before. Pulling back away, 
Taizza excitedly asked, "Can we do it today?"

Grabbing the edges of the depression, Diana lifted herself up. 
Handing Taizza a towel, she simply advised the younger woman 
"I'm not much of an expert, but the two main weapons that 
most American women have, are anticipation and mystery. I 
can help you dress so that you look like an American woman, 
but you're going to have to learn how to add the mystery to your 
personality and the anticipation to Mauba's expectations."

"Mauba went to river town last fall and came back claiming that 
all American women shave their pussies. Can you show me how 
to shave my pussy?"

Diana laughed at Mauba's knowledge of female hygiene 
practices, knowing which section of the river town that he 
probably learned that in. The prostitutes who worked the 
incoming ships, shaved themselves not so much as to look sexy, 
but because their frequent customers' cum kept their pubic 
hair looking matted. Not only was easier to clean a shaved 
pussy, but it also made it easier to detect some medical 
problems. Guran had told The Phantom about Mauba's fucking 
binge, nailing anything and everything that had a warm cunt 
and a willing disposition. He even fucked a sixty-year-old 
grandmother which the other men kidded him about.

"Diana, please. If you don't shave me, then I shave myself when 
I go home. I determined to show Mauba that my pussy as good 
as town whore's pussy." She pleaded, putting a sorrowful look 
on her face.

Looking at the begging look on her face, Diana knew that she 
would try to do it herself. Looking at the woman's heavy dark 
bush, Diana explained "You'll have to shave it all the time or it'll 
itch. What if we just trim it a little?"

"I want it shaved. If I don't like it, then it can grow back out. 
Please - please - please, Diana."

"All right. I've got to go back to our bedroom and get Kit - I 
mean, get The Phantom's shaving kit. Lie down on the ledge."

When Diana came back, Taizza was sprawled on the ledge, still 
sipping on the wine, having poured another glass for each of 
them. Taking a sip of her wine, Diana sat down beside Taizza 
and began running a comb through Taizza's thick patch of 
pubic hair. The hair was still damp and Diana brushed it up 
and parted it so that she could trim off the mass with her 
scissors.

When it was ready for the scissors, Diana eased the point of the 
scissors into the patch of dark hair and made a little snip, as 
she pulled the cut hair away, exposing a little of Taizza's 
mound. Diana made several more snips and once as she was 
positioning the scissors, her knuckle brushed against Taizza's 
cunt lips, causing Taizza to jerk slightly. Diana ignored her 
slight movement and continued snipping until she had it 
trimmed as much as possible with the scissors.

Wetting a face cloth in the still warm bath water, Diana laid the 
soothing cloth on Taizza's trimmed area, letting the warm 
moisture soften the trimmed hair stubble. Then she stropped 
The Phantom's razor, until it was the desired sharpness. 
Picking up the shaving soap cup and brush, Diana quickly 
whipped up a soapy latter. Removing the cloth, Taizza propped 
herself on her elbows and whispered "Let me see."

Diana let the young woman look at the part of her body that 
had been hidden for years behind her hairy bush. Taizza smiled 
and leaned back as Diana started to brush on the shaving 
cream. As soon as the brush touched Taizza's skin, she jumped 
and started giggling. Diana took another sip of wine, knowing 
that the easy part was over.

Laying her palm on the woman's skin to steady her fingers, 
Diana began the delicate task of scraping the sharp razor 
across the flesh, with just enough of an angle to remove the 
exposed portion of the hair, yet not cut the flesh.

She knew every hair must be removed. The soap was applied 
and as the razor glided across her skin, the threatened 
sharpness brought a new awareness within the delicate tissue. 
Starting at the top and then moving down and back, she paid 
special attention to the small fine hairs around her clitoris and 
between the lips. The area below the vagina and around her ass 
was also shaved. Working in from the outer most stubble 
toward the mound, Diana quickly shaved most of her pubic 
hair, leaving only the mound and the little bit of hair between 
her pussy and ass.

Wiping the razor on a towel to clean it, Diana looked up at 
Taizza's face to see if she was ready for this portion. Her eyes 
were wide open, but slightly glazed over and she was cupping of 
her breasts. Diana recognized that the young girl was turned on 
by this gentle attention to her mound. With a mischievous grin 
on her face, Diana rested her palm on Taizza's mound, as she 
proceeded to take her time scraping away the remaining 
stubble. She felt Taizza squirming a little and grumbled "Hold 
still or I'll accidentally cut it deeper. And wider - so wide that a 
man can put his elbow inside you."

Finishing, Diana used the warm face cloth to clean the 
remaining soap and a towel to dry her. Then Diana picked up 
the bottle of lotion and confirmed in a husky voice "That area is 
extremely dry now. I'll put some lotion on you so that it doesn't 
start itching."

Pouring some lotion into her hand to warm it, Diana began 
rubbing the lotion around the shaved area, taking special care 
to apply the warm lotion to the vagina lips. Taizza's body started 
jerking again and Diana looked up to see the young girl 
grasping her nipples between her fingers, and pulling and 
twisting on them.

Diana leaned over and blew a breath of warm air across her 
shaved area, causing Taizza to abandon her breasts. Handing 
the young girl the bottle of lotion, Taizza declined the offer with 
a quick nod, as the tips of her fingers began to brush across the 
newly shaved mons. She continued down to her labia, along the 
sides and then between, finding the juice from her pussy, and 
using that to coat her newly shaved area.

The girl was almost grunting and staring straight into Diana's 
eyes as she rubbed her own juice around her lips. As rapidly as 
she started it, she also quit. Changing her position to a sitting 
position, she picked up her glass of wine and emptied it. Putting 
the wineglass down, she smiled at Diana as she proudly 
announced "Mauba is going to get a big surprise when he 
discovers that I'm as smooth as a baby."


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