Message-ID: <15893eli$9810040528@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/15893.txt> From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: new TG from Waldo - Phantom - part 11 of 16 0Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <e25c02a0.36165eeb@aol.com> 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 9 - The River Town It was late morning when she woke and she was alone in bed. She could still smell his strong, unbathed smell in the sheets and knew that she couldn't sleep another night with that smell. While his musky natural smell was a turn-on, his dirty, sweaty smell was more of a turn-off. Rising and putting on her robe, she gathered her towel and soap; then headed to the waterfall where she enjoyed a refreshing shower. Returning to their bedroom, she put on her normal khaki shorts and shirt and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She didn't bother with any makeup because she still felt frustrated from all the work that she had done the previous night and he hadn't paid any attention to her. The Skull Cave was empty and she walked to the village, finding The Phantom sitting under the tree talking to Guran and Mozz. She didn't wait for an invitation and sat down with them, hoping that he would say something about her not following the protocol forced on women within this village. She felt slightly angered with the way that she was treated as a second class citizen and how her previous night's plans had failed. He had bathed, had on a new costume, and had shaved. He'd even shaved that hairy lip that he had been letting grow since the body exchange. As she sat down, he reported to her "Guran's watchers report that the American Gangster boat is approaching the harbor, coming up the river now. My plan is that you and I travel to the town and get on board their boat. Then somehow, we'll convince the one's that are left standing to lift anchor and move on." "When do we leave?" she asked. "As soon as possible. I want to spend a little time exploring the town, before we do anything." ****** Their destination was a town two horseback day's distance. They were both familiar with the town, being the nearest place where ocean going ships could dock; and also the nearest city that could be called large by local standards. The town had almost thirty thousand occupants, and because it was a port city, had a mixture of people from all nations. They both packed light. In his saddlebags were a change of costume, and the Mr. Walker disguise. He suggested to her to bring several changes of clothes and helped her pack; having much more experience with what was needed by Diana's body when traveling. Not only were her saddlebags bulging, but also there was a second set of saddlebags for the rest of the stuff. Hidden within the saddlebag that she packed, was her Lady Phantom outfit. As soon as they started down the trail, some of her anger disappeared. By the time that they stopped for their first night's camp, all of her anger had disappeared. But her butt was so sore from a full day in the saddle, that she had difficulty walking. That feeling was a very unexpected feeling because her former body could spend days in the saddle and not be anywhere as discomfortable. They slept on the ground, curled up in each other's arms, after a slow, romantic session. The next morning was rough for her because her aching muscles also had to contend with a night's sleep on the hard ground. Climbing back into the saddle after breakfast was a torture, but she did it with a forced smile on her face, recognizing another very obvious difference in the physical capabilities of the two bodies. This body wasn't shaped to sleep on the ground and required a soft bed. They stopped on the outskirts of town, observing the big luxury yacht that was anchored in the middle of the wide river. From the small hillside overlooking the town, they could see the bright lights of the large, four hundred-foot long yacht lighting up the harbor. Kit was going to put on the Mr. Walker disguise and explore the town to see what impact the new arrivals had occurred, while she was going to the hotel to check in. Taking a long bath, removed most of the fatigue from her aching muscles; but she was dead tired, going to sleep as soon as her head touched the pillow. When she woke in the morning, Kit was sleeping beside her. At the foot of the bed, she could hear the sound of Devil's light breathing as he slept. As soon as she stirred, so did Kit. "Discovered some interesting facts last night. An American gangster named Capone owns the boat. He's back in America, with the boat under the control of Lucky Lane. Lucky and his men are here to set up a new country for Capone's men where they can hide out when they get into trouble in America; and they also are getting ready to set up a black market gun smuggling business. Already a bunch of businesses have been advised to start giving kickbacks to Lucky's men or risk getting burned down. Lucky is pretending to be an honest, rich playboy and is throwing a party tonight on his yacht. Would you like to attend the party?" A smile flooded Diana's face as she responded "I wouldn't miss it for anything. Do you think that I can pull of an impersonation of you in front of other Americans." "I thought that you'd be interested in getting on board that yacht. As for impersonating me, no one on that ship knows me, so your only impersonation worry is knowing when to be bitchy and catty to the other women; and when to stop the constant flirting that'll be expected of you. Don't worry because you didn't bring any party dresses, I arranged for you to play tennis this morning, then get your hair styled after lunch and then we'll go shopping for an appropriate dress this afternoon." "You're the tennis player. I never tried it." "Your opponent won't notice any loss of tennis skill. And you're playing the local tennis pro on the court adjacent to where Lucky plays tennis every morning. Using your looks to bluff your way onboard, you could probably crash his party tonight, but it's so much more fun to have a proper invitation." ****** Diana changed into the white tennis outfit that Kit had somehow found for her. It was a little white tennis outfit, with a white blouse and a very short, pleated white skirt. Included in the outfit, were matching white tennis panties with rows of white lace ruffles across the bottom and around the legs. The skirt was so short that any movement would reveal tantalizing glimpses of the panties. Kit had insisted that she go braless and to work up a good sweat; laughing as he told her to not worry about introducing herself to Lucky. Her shoulder-length dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Looking at herself in the mirror, it was obvious from the firm and shapely body, the narrow waist and long, lean legs that this body had spent many hours on the tennis courts and in the pool. Entering the tennis court area, she observed that the big table overlooking the courts was full of about thirty Americans who were laughing and making a general nuisance of themselves with their loud laughter and smelly cigars. Her trained eye immediately noticed that several of the American men were carrying concealed weapons and were probably bodyguards. The rest of the group was already drinking at ten in the morning and their partying noise seemed somewhat out of place from the normal somber activities of the hotel. Observing the tennis pro waiting for her, she removed the light matching jacket and placed it on the empty table next to the Americans; observing out of the corner of her eye, that she was being "checked out" by several of them - including some of the women. Having played tennis with the real Diana in America, she was very familiar with the game; but their agreed strategy was that she was going to pretend to start out rather amateurish while the American's were watching. Taking the courtside closest to the Americans, she lobbed several balls away before she began to get some control over the ball and return several serves. Once she purposely let an out-of-bounds ball bounce into their area. As she walked toward them to retrieve the ball, one of the men handed the ball to the man sitting at the center table. He stood up, pulling his pants up, then walked toward her with a smile on his face that reminded her of a used car salesman. "I've been watching your serve. You've got a lot of power in that downward stroke. Ever play any other sports?" he asked, raising his glance from her chest to her eyes as he stopped less than a yard from Diana. She took a deep breath as she slightly pulled her shoulders back, knowing that simple motion would thrust her breasts forward, then smiled a non-committal "no, we've never met" smile at him before responding in a matter-of-fact tone "I worked for a year as a lumberjack. Had to give it up because it was putting calluses on my hand." A blank look filled his face, and then he grinned as he realized that she was joking with him "Lumberjack? I'll bet that you caused a lot of the men in the barracks to have a handful of calluses. Sorry, it just slipped out. My name's Lucky. Let me buy you a drink and apologize to you. I'm usually not this forward, but I just arrived in town and don't know anyone yet. Have you lived here long, Miss..." "My friends call me Diana. I've spent a little time knocking around Africa and I'm here in town to relax before I return to my job." "What do you do?" "I'm a lumberjack." "Ha-ha-ha, I see. Well, young lady, I like you. Why don't you tell that third-rate tennis pro to get lost and join us?" "I still have some time on my lesson. I'll think about joining you for a glass of wine after I finish. My ball, please." He handed the ball to her. She accepted it and walked back to her serve position on the court, knowing that he was still standing there, watching her. Turning back, she observed that he was still staring at her. Diana smiled in what she hoped was a seductive manner, knowing that she had him mesmerized now so that she could probably get him to do anything that she desired. Ten minutes later, her time with the tennis pro was finished. Picking up her towel, she wiped some of the sweat off, noticing that her white tennis blouse had become slightly opaque from her sweat and that her sweaty breasts were very obvious under the clinging damp blouse. She hung the towel around her neck demurely so that the two dangling ends were partially covering her breasts. Turning back toward the partying Americans, she noticed that they had shuffled some chairs around so that the only empty chair was beside Lucky. The proxide bleached blonde woman with the big tits, who had been sitting beside Lucky was now sitting across the table and appeared a little sullen from the way that she was sitting and the amount of cigarette smoke that was hanging around her head. Approaching the table, Lucky stood and announced "This is Diana - the lumberjack. Gary, get her some wine, please." Lucky held the chair out for her and she sat down, noticing the obvious angry stares from the woman who previously had been sitting beside him. Diana looked around at the group, noticing that some of them appeared genuine friendly, while other's were being merely obligatory in their welcoming smiles. One of the men placed a full wineglass in front of her and she responded "Cheers" as she took a sip. Another woman at the table questioned her "Lucky mentioned that you've been here for awhile. How do you survive in this dump? There's not a single good band in this country." The proxide blonde interjected "She's acting like she's interested in music, when it's really the men that she after. I'm Maggie - Mr. Lane's social secretary." Diana nodded to the woman, noticing that the nails holding the cigarette were extremely long, even for a woman and painted a fire engine red. Her face was oval, with high cheekbones, her eyes green, her sensual mouth had thin lips which were turned up and pursed in a fake smile, poutily tarted up with thick red lipstick to make her lips look fuller; but failing because of the thick appearance. Her green eyes appeared larger because her too-stylish pencil-thin brows appeared forced and artificial. Although it was broad daylight when makeup was supposed to be light and natural looking, her face was caked with too much makeup giving her a whorish appearance. The overpowering smell of her perfume was heady and cheap smelling and her clothes fit her rather snugly, very snugly. Part of the snugness was because she had extremely large breasts under the tight-fitting blouse and wore her clothes tight to show off her large breasts. The hem of her skirt displayed plenty of shapely thigh and the blouse was unbuttoned at the neck so that her deep, ivory cleavage could be viewed. Her body was something that a man could drool after - big tits, a narrow waist and trim hips. Diana formed a quick impression that the woman could've been an attractive woman except that her attempts to look stylish made her look somewhat ostentatious and cheap. For the first time, Diana felt catty about another person. One after another, they went around the table introducing themselves and explaining their purposes in the group. Several of them were American couples that had been looking for something to do and were invited for a boat trip. After almost everyone had told his or her little story, Lucky asked "So tell us about yourself - do you have a Mr. Diana back home in the jungle?" She had to bite her lips to keep from laughing at how close the remark had come to guessing the truth but responded "After finishing college, I wanted to see the world. I got a job with an expedition and I've been here ever since. As for marriage - well, everyone's got different reasons for leaving home." By the time she finished the glass of wine, she had accepted a very personal invitation to be Lucky's guest of honor at the party that he was throwing on board his yacht that evening. After a few more minutes of the ribald humor and sexual innuendoes that American's are notorious for, she excused herself because she had some appointments to keep. Lucky escorted her to the hotel door, pausing to suggest "that she might want to bring an overnight bag in case she decided to enjoy the overnight hospitality of his very large and expensive yacht." ****** The dress was a black satin evening dress, with thin spaghetti straps holding up a low cut bodice. Kit held the dress up in front of him as if it would fit his masculine body and asked, "What do you think?" Diana touched the dress and felt the softness of it as she replied "It's a beautiful dress." "Yeah, but now, you've got to shave your legs and underneath your armpits; which I let grow out while we were by ourselves in the jungle. Go take a quick shower while I get the rest of your outfit ready. I'll make sure that you don't make any fashion mistakes" He suggested as he turned on the radio, seeking a music station. When she stepped out of the shower, there was a bottle of cologne and some matching perfumed talc on the sink, which she applied liberally to her body. Entering the bedroom, she immediately noticed that Kit had laid out more items of female apparel; there was a pair of panties, garter belt, and mid-thigh hose lying on the bed. Sitting down on the bed, Diana picked up the sheer stockings and pointing her toe as directed by Kit, she gathered the hose's leg; sliding her foot into it, pulling it up until it covered her knee. An unconscious light, smile formed on her face as the sensuous feel of the stocking sliding up her smooth calf generated pleasant sensations through her body. She pulled it up till the lace band surrounded her upper thigh in a silken hug. Picking up the garter belt lying beside her, she quickly fastened it behind her back, snapping the garters onto the lace stocking top and pulled the second stocking up and fastened it securely. Luxuriating in the feeling of the exquisitely comfortable stocking hugging her leg, she ran her hands from her ankle to her thigh adjusting the snug fit minutely and made sure the garters exerted an even pull on her hose. Kit watched as Diana put the underwear on as if she had been wearing lingerie all of her life recognizing that she must have practiced when she was by herself in the cave. She expertly put the panties on over the garter-belt so that they could be removed, and still leave the stockings on. Picking up the strapless, uplift bra from the bed, she put the bra on backwards, hooked it up then rotated the bra around her body, then adjusted the bra so that it fit correctly. Her nipples strained against the delicate material. Picking up the dress, Diana slipped it over her head as she slithered into the form fitting dress, slipping her arms through the thin straps. Kit helped her with the zipper as the two of them adjusted the tight bodice, which displayed her breast cleavage. Kit stepped back and looked at her, then declared "The bra looks too obvious. Let's take it off and see how you look." He unzipped her and unsnapped the bra, pulling it away from her body before he zipped her back up. Walking around to the front of the dress, he stared at the faint image of the nipples pressing against the dress, revealing the rounded breasts pressing against the dark fabric. Beaming, he declared "That looks a lot better." Kit opened a shoebox, pulling a dainty pair of black heels with ankle straps, declaring "All the women will be wearing high heels and you'll look out of place if you wear sensible shoes. I wish that we had another day to practice, but we don't. The heels will help you with your posture, because they'll tilt your pelvis and poke your butt out, which will make you look more feminine and delicate. After you learn how to keep your balance by taking small steps, you'll discover that your walk is more of a sashay and that you're swinging your hips girlishly so that men stare at your ass as you walk. You'll be uncomfortable in these shoes and they'll be difficult to walk around in. Or dance in if you get trapped in a situation where you've got to show off your social skills." Walking across the room to get the shoes, the silence of the room echoed the swishing whisper of her thighs rubbing against each other. Sitting down at the vanity mirror, she crossed her legs and the slit of her skirt rode up slightly to reveal her shapely thigh as Kit slipped the shoes on her feet and laced them around her ankles. Kit bent over and kissed her gently on the cheek as he whispered "Good girl, remember to always cross your legs when you sit down or men will be positioning themselves so that they can get a look at your beaver. Now let me put your make-up on you, because you've got to have a different, more dramatic look for a cocktail party; it has to be heavy, but not as heavy as that big-chested whore today." "I was wondering if you were watching. She does have big tits, doesn't she?" "Yeah, but I'm willing to bet that your breasts are more sensitive than her breasts." Kit applied the make-up, putting a light foundation over her face, before adding the face powder, deep blush on her cheeks, eye shadow, lots of mascara, red lipstick, and then painted her nails to match her lipstick. As the nails dried, Kit placed the lipstick, powder, and eye make-up in a small evening purse that matched the dress. Then Kit brushed and styled her hair; followed by a light spray of perfume on her neck, wrists and cleavage. Kit added a thin gold chain with a small pendant around her neck and handed her three gold rings to put on her fingers. Finishing up, he placed small gold hoops on her ears, bangle bracelets around her wrists, and around her left ankle a simple gold chain. Although she was used to seeing Diana's reflection when she looked into the mirror, the image that she was familiar with, was Diana's jungle girl image in khaki blouse and shorts; not the sophisticated woman reflected in today's mirror. The image reflected back was dressed flawlessly. Her breasts filled the dress out and held it up without the assistance of the small straps. The tight, slinky form fitting dress and low cut bodice clearly showed how well endowed Diana's slender body was, leaving little for the imagination. She turned slowly, tossing her hair and looking over her shoulder at herself, smiling a broad smile as she recognized that the rear view was as exciting as the front view. Kit, who was standing on the other side of the room, turned the music up as he requested "Come here". Standing up, she felt like she was on stilts because of the heels. Although the balance of the shoes felt awkward and scary, there was something comforting about being a little taller so that she was almost back to a familiar eyelevel. The heels seemed much higher than the two inches. The click of her high heels across the tiled floor echoed through the bedroom as she took her first few jerky steps. Her jerky movements as she adjusted to the forced change in her stride made her unencumbered breasts jiggle as she stepped awkwardly in the high heels. She stopped, a wide-eyed, childless look of amazement on her face as she exclaimed, "How the fuck do you maintain any dignity as you walk in these damn things? I hope that boat's got carpet on the deck because I know that I'm going to fall on my ass sooner of later." "One of the mysteries of life is why we women let ourselves be forced into wearing clothes and shoes that aren't made for anything but to emphasize our body curves. I hate high heels but I appreciate the way it makes my body - I mean your body - look so sexy and feminine. There won't be a guy on board that ship that'll be able to ignore you tonight." "Yeah, as they reach down to help me up off of my ass from where I fell down again. How do you walk in these damn things?" "You're doing it right. It just takes a little practice before it becomes a more natural feeling. When it gets to where your feet are hurting, then you'll be used to heels. Walk more upright when wearing heels, to balance yourself." She walked slowly, making sure that she was balanced on the heel before taking the next step. After several minutes of walking across the room and turning around, she had picked up enough confidence to walk at an acceptable speed. Kit sat in the chair, watching her, then commented "Your left side is your best side. The slit in your dress reveals just enough of the stocking top, to be daring, yet seductive. Now that you've got walking down, let's try something a little more difficult." Kit offered his arm to her, and walked around the room as if he was leading a debutante through a ballroom. Stopping, Kit faced her and placed his arms around her waist as he whispered "Dance with me, but remember to let the man lead." Diana held her hand out, letting Kit's larger hand cup her hand as she stepped in close to him. They stared into each other eyes, listening to the music, while she waited for him to start the dance. Feeling the gentle pressure from him, she let him guide her as they began a slow dance, following the rhythm of the music. When the song ended, Kit spun, twisted and dipped her in a surprise move, causing Diana a moment of panic as she tried to keep her balance, perched on her high heels. "Good. Now, let's try a fast song." 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