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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 8b - While the men are away. (Cont)



******

The rain continued to pour down that day, that night, the next 
day, and the day after. Diana and Taizza made Taizza a couple 
of American style dresses that Taizza wanted.

Her choice was a copy of Diana's college cheerleading uniform 
with one modification, no panties. They modified one of Diana's 
bullet-type bras to fit Taizza and made her a sweater and 
matching short pleated skirt. They fooled with makeup a little, 
but Taizza didn't really like any of the makeup except for the 
lipstick. So Diana gave her a tube of bright red lipstick. When 
they were finished, Taizza thought that she looked perfect and 
hoped that Mauba liked the American college girl look.

And Diana made herself a new outfit. A Lady Phantom outfit. 
She used the same cloth that was used to make The Phantom's 
costumes, making a smaller version of his costume. Just as 
tight and form-fitting so it showed off the wide hips, the narrow 
waist, and the breasts; because The Phantom had learned years 
ago that crooks couldn't hold on to tight clothes. Instead of a 
skullcap, she tried just a mask, but the exposed hair was such 
a giveaway that anyone who knew Diana, would recognize her. 
Not liking that amount of exposure, Diana made a larger 
skullcap that was large enough to hide all of her hair.

Then she stepped into the form fitting costume and wiggled her 
way into it. Sliding her arms and shoulders into the top and 
inhaling, she slowly fastened it up the back, all the way up to 
the nape of her neck. The top covered her upper chest and 
neck, forming a nice, skintight turtleneck that stopped just 
below her chin. The top stretched out tight over her breasts and 
stopped just below her tits, wrapping itself snugly around her 
rib cage. The costume was so tight that it showed every detail of 
her ample body, yet it was stretchy enough to allow her free 
movement

Her pert breasts strained the seams of her purple bodysuit. She 
rubbed her hands down the outline of her body, admiring the 
incredible tightness of her costume, enjoying the way that it felt 
on her more sensitive skin. Looking in the mirror, she observed 
the way that the tight fabric, the purple color and lighting made 
miniature shadows that highlighted her hard nipples and made 
her breasts appear larger.

Her bottom was complimented by an equally tight and shear 
purple trousers, which caused exotic pressures on her legs and 
her stomach. She ignored the temptation to caress her body as 
she buttoned the trousers and she blended the lower trousers 
into the upper torso.

The mask didn't look right on her smaller face so she made a 
new mask with larger, more feminine looking eyeholes. After 
putting the mask on, Diana slid the skullcap over her head and 
pulled it down tight. She wiggled it slightly to adjust the 
eyeholes. The final touch was a pair of shiny, black riding boots 
with short heels, which she slipped on. She looked in the mirror 
and the new Lady Phantom stared back. Staring at the mirror, 
she gazed at the muscle tone of her curvaceous body as she ran 
her hands slowly over her breasts and rear.

Her tight costume looked like a second skin - as if it was 
nothing more than a coat of paint on her body. It highlighted 
her hips, the twin globes of her ass and the pucker of the cleft 
in her woman flesh gathered at her crotch. The tightness and 
the color made her shoulders look wider, while making her 
waist look narrower and shapelier. But the best part was how it 
emphasized her hips, showing off the curves, and made her ass 
look fuller, and rounder. The tight fitting around the legs 
showed off her shapely legs and made them look longer on her 
small frame.

As she moved away from the mirror, she felt the tight
costume dig into her crotch and rub slightly against her vagina. 
Stopping to look at her inner thigh area, she noticed that the 
material was so shear and tight that the mound and slit made 
by her vagina could be observed. While she didn't like showing 
off this part of her anatomy, she didn't have time to make a new 
costume with more room, so she would have to live with that 
exposure.

Going into the armory, she tried to shoot some of the pistols 
that The Phantom normally carried, but they had too much of a 
kick for her weaker muscles. So she settled for one smaller 
caliber pistol, a sawed off double barrel shotgun, and a 
throwing knife. She carried one of the holsters down to the 
village and had the village craftsman cut the holster down so 
that it fit her, while adding places to carry extra shotgun shells 
and the knife. Satisfied with her costume, she hid it, until she 
was ready to dress as The Lady Phantom.

******

The jungle drums had told of The Phantom's success, that he 
was on his way home and would be home that very night. And 
Diana's period had stopped sometime during the previous night.

She took a long luxurious bath, filling the tub with warm water, 
adding some of the delicately scented bath oil beads into the 
water. The warm, scented water felt heavenly to Diana. Not only 
did some of her minor aching fade away, but also she felt 
cleaner, having soaked in the warmth of the water. After 
bathing, she rubbed a fragrant pink cleansing lotion to soften 
her skin.

Going back to the bedroom, she worked for two hours on her 
hair, putting rollers in her hair, drying her hair so that she had 
some bouncing waves and curls when she finished. Placing the 
last photograph of Diana beside the mirror, she painfully and 
patiently plucked her eyebrows shaping them delicately the way 
that Diana used to keep her eyebrows. An hour later, the 
improvement in her appearance was incredible. Her hair had 
been shaped and brushed into a pretty bouncing style that 
framed her beautifully made up face. But the most attractive 
feature was her eyes, where she had replucked her eyebrows 
into the current feminine arched pattern, drawing attention to 
her incredible large and limpid doe eyes. Several practice 
sessions had taught her the correct mixture of mascara, false 
lashes and eyeliner. Below the eyes, her generous lips, coated 
perfectly with the red lipstick, looked luscious and pouting - the 
type of kissable lips that men dreamed of. Smiling at her facial 
image, she thought how the real Diana couldn't do any better.

She patted on a scented talc and perfumed her body in various 
places, then put on a pair of lacy panties and slipped on an 
expensive satin negligee. Standing in front of the full-length 
mirror, she smiled as she stared at her seductive, feminine, 
luscious, extremely beautiful image. The scent of the perfume 
coupled with the sight of her nakedness in the mirror made her 
quiver as she thought of the evening ahead of her.

The semi-transparent negligee clinged to her body like a second 
skin. Her dark pencil-eraser size nipples vividly poked through 
the negligee, which rose and fell ever so little, in perfect rhythm 
with her breathing. Holding her arms back slightly and arching 
her back caused her stiff nipples to blatantly thrust out through 
the delicate fabric.

She felt a little turned on from looking at herself and from the 
way her skin tingled sensuously as the underwear rubbed 
against her skin from the slightest movement. She strutted 
around the room watching herself in the full-length mirror, 
observing how her bottom looked in the silky lace. Running her 
hands over the soft material and feeling it against her skin and 
fingers, enjoying the sensual touch of the delicate lingerie.

Very pleased with her appearance, she waited in their bedroom 
for his return, eager to see his face when he saw what was 
waiting for him. Shortly after dark, she heard Devil lie down 
outside the bedroom door. She walked down the hallway, 
walking as seductive as she could, without looking trampy. She 
saw him first as he entered the Cave's entrance.

His extremely dirty costume was ripped at the knees and on his 
shoulder. His boots were coated with mud and scraped. His 
eyes were dull. As Diana looked at him, she felt the tiredness 
seeping from his body - on his face was a grim look, not the 
usual confident grin. She smiled at him, asking, "What 
happened?"

"I tried to take a shortcut across the swamp, figuring that I 
would save a day, but with all the rain, the paths had turned to 
mud. I had to walk through mid-knee mud most of the way, 
leading Hero. I'm bushed. Will you hang up the guns?"

He handed her the muddy holsters and walked past her toward 
the bedroom. Pulling one of the guns from the holster, she saw 
that rust was already beginning to form. She carried the heavy 
holsters to the armory and wrapped each pistol in an oily rag to 
help stop the rust.

Returning to their bedroom, she discovered that The Phantom 
had already lain down on the bed. Or partially gone to bed 
without bothering to undress. He was sprawled across the 
freshly made bed, having dropped his boots as he entered the 
room and was snoring loudly.

******

Sometime during the night, she was awakened by him climbing 
on top of her. From his strong body scent, she could tell that he 
still hadn't bathed and from his rough face, that he hadn't 
shaved in the last forty-eight hours either. There was no 
foreplay - just a slam-blam hit-it-and-get-it methodology and 
then he rolled over and went back to sleep. While she had one 
quick orgasm, so had he. While his needs were served, her 
needs were still screaming within her body. While his body 
snored and rested in a deep sleep, her body tossed and turned, 
craving the physical relief that only a man's cock can provide to 
a woman's healthy and hungry body.


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