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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 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." He suggested with a 
mischievous smile on his face.



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