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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 2 - The Looking Glass

The white horse trotted down the wide jungle path that was 
dimly lit by the low moonlight, followed closely by the wolf. 
Blending in with the horse's rhythm, the large rider rode 
effortlessly as the powerful horse carried them home.

The horse slowed as it entered the familiar village. One of the 
pygmy's guarding the village came forward to greet his village's 
longtime friend. The Phantom dismounted before he handed the 
reins to the guard, who would lead the horse to the pasture 
where the saddle would be removed, allowing the horse to graze 
freely.

The dim moonlight deepened the depth of his tanned features, 
making his chiseled face look darker than his actual normal 
color. Striding across the field toward the cave, it was obvious 
that he was tall and athletically proportioned, with the bulging 
muscles of his body gently rippling beneath the material of his 
skintight purple suit.

The Phantom entered the Skull Cave. He knew that his wife was 
asleep in their bedroom, but he had something that had to be 
done, before he could rest. He entered the Chamber where the 
chronicles of all The Phantoms were kept. Opening the current 
chronicle, he recorded:

     Today I fought a small pirate gang that had
     been terrorizing the river. Four of them died from
     my bullets and three were taken away by the
     Jungle Patrol. Looking at their ledgers, I
     discovered that a ship will be docking in
     about three weeks. The ship will have several 
     American gangsters that plan to take over the 
     jungle. I plan to meet their ship.  I will 
     convince them to return to America. Or do 
     whatever it takes to keep the jungle safe from 
     these modern day pirates.

Satisfied with the entry, he entered the Throne Room. Removing 
his pistolbelt, he hung his pistolbelt with the deadly guns on 
the Throne. He proceeded down the hallway, stepping over the 
wolf that had already lain down on the rug outside the bedroom 
door.

He whispered "Good night, Devil."

In the semi-dark bedroom illuminated only by a single candle at 
the far edge of the room, he could hear the sound of his wife's 
deep and regular breathing as she slept on the bed in the 
middle of the room. Using the skills that had resulted in the old 
jungle saying "Phantom moves silently like the fog", he 
undressed then slipped into bed beside Diana without waking 
her. Now that he was undressed and in bed with his wife, he 
allowed himself to relax into his very private persona of Kit 
Walker.

She was naked, lying on her back without any bedcovers pulled 
over her. Kit smiled because he knew that she always wore a 
nightgown when she was alone or didn't expect him. Seeing her 
naked like that, refreshed his tired body as the piece of meat 
between his legs shifted from being a flaccid waterspout to an 
erect cock.

He gently bent over her chest, forming a circle with his lips as 
he tried to keep from waking her up before he had his fun with 
her sleeping body. His lips slowly wrapped around one soft 
nipple, capturing the soft flesh in his mouth as he listened for 
changes in her breathing. Satisfied that she still slept, he let his 
lips warm the nipple, feeling the nipple grow harder within his 
lips. Spreading his lips slightly, his tongue gently licked at the 
nipple, spreading his warm salvia around the turgid nipple.

Hearing a slight change in her breathing, he paused as she 
lightly groaned in her sleep and spread her legs. Releasing her 
nipple, he shifted his weight slightly then moved so that his 
knees were between her spread legs. He moved silently until he 
was resting on his knees and elbows on both sides of her body. 
He gently rubbed his erect cock against her pubic hair, 
resulting in her legs spreading a little more as she continued to 
sleep. But now there was just the trace of a smile on her lips.

His lips wrapped around her other nipple as he gently pressed 
his cock against her pussy lips. She groaned a little as she 
opened her eyes, then gasped when she saw Kit lying over her 
body with his cock rubbing against her crotch.

A smile formed on her beautiful face as she whispered "I had 
the most wonderful dream about having sex with a masked man 
- then I realized it wasn't a dream when I woke up. I was hoping 
that it was you because I need you tonight. Fuck me."

Kit reached down between Diana's legs. He began to massage 
Diana's clitoris, but she whispered "No foreplay tonight. I need 
you badly."

Changing his position slightly, Kit inserted his cockhead into 
Diana's tight and unlubricated pussy as she shut her eyes and 
moved her hips forward to accept him. Two to three inches of 
his cock slid into Diana's slightly dry, warm pussy, resulting in 
a slight gasp from Diana followed by a low moan. Kit moved his 
hips forward, burrowing another two to three inches into her 
pussy, causing her to moan again, only louder. He pressed 
forward, sliding the final inches into her waiting pussy.

Kit leaned forward so that his massive, muscular chest was 
rubbing against Diana's breasts. She opened her eyes and 
stared into her husband's eyes, seeing a warm, caring man; 
making her happy that he was home safely. In less than a 
minute, his thrusting hard cock brought her to the edge of an 
orgasm. Diana was enjoying the sensual feel of the cock moving 
in and out as she wrapped her legs around Kit's back.

Kit continued to slowly fuck her as she moved her hips back, 
meeting his thrusts with as strong a passion as she could. Kit 
kissed Diana on her lips as her lips parted slightly so that her 
tongue probed between his lips. Diana's tongue matched the 
rhythm of the cock ramming her, as she gyrated her hips 
against him. Kit began to speed up the stroking, feeling her 
approaching orgasm.

Then he stopped the stroking, pulling his hips back until only 
his cockhead was inside her, lifting her ass from the bed 
because of her legs wrapped around his waist. He whispered 
"Anticipation is the best part of sex."

She groaned "Not if you want to keep your balls."

"Does that mean that you don't want me to stop?"

She raised her head and sucked on his lower lip, pulling it 
between her teeth, then whispered through her clinched teeth 
"You need your balls for what I want, but you don't need your 
lower lip. I'm only going to say it once. I want your cock. Don't 
make me say I want your cock again. Fuck me."

Six hard, slamming, humps later, Diana screamed as the 
orgasm ripped through her body. She was sweaty and in that 
dream state of nirvana but Kit continued to fuck her for a few 
more seconds, pulling her back into being an active participant. 
Almost immediately Diana felt a second, rapid orgasm wracked 
her body. She became limp as her eyes glazed over and her legs 
unwrapped around his waist.

Kit gently kissed Diana's eyes, nose, forehead and lips, then slid 
down a little to lovingly kiss her beautiful breasts. He stroked 
the side of Diana's face then lovingly ran his hand through her 
hair. She looked up at him while she weakly smiled. Her voice 
was slightly cracked as she groaned "On your back, big boy. It's 
my turn to have some fun."

Keeping his cock still inside her, he rolled over pulling her with 
him so that she was straddle him with his still erect cock buried 
shaft deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around his sturdy 
shoulders and rolled her belly against his belly. Clinging to his 
shoulders, she moved her body up and down, like an athlete 
stretching to warm up for a competition. She leaned over him so 
that her breasts were resting against his face. She admitted, "I 
love the feel of your cock in me. It feels like a red-hot branding 
iron against my very sensitive flesh. What do I feel like?"

"Like a warm, wet, velvet glove gripping my cock."

"Oh, really. Well, when did you ever feel a velvet glove on your 
cock, so you've something to compare me to? Before you reveal 
any more of your childhood masturbatory secrets, kiss my 
nipples." She commanded as she turned her chest, knocking 
each nipple against the bridge of his nose.

"I've heard of people being pussy whipped - but tit whipped. 
How uncivilized - and absolutely wonderful!!!", he proclaimed 
while she kept swinging her nipples against his nose.

"You've led a sheltered life." she swore, pausing to dig her sharp 
fingernails into his chest.

Kit opened his mouth wide enough to take the entire nipple into 
his mouth while one of his hands fondled her other breast. He 
gently squeezed Diana's breast, caressing the nipple with his 
palm, causing Diana to moan softly. He sucked her nipple as if 
he was a baby in search of nourishment.

She inquired "I really want to know. What does it feel like?"

Letting go of her nipple with his lips, he responded "What?"

"Fucking a woman. Putting your cock deep inside me. Sucking 
my boobs. Pumping your red-hot cum deep into me. I want to 
know what it feels like to you when you fuck me."

"I can get one of the women from the village to come party with 
us. If you can on her tits, that'll show you what part of it's like."

"Won't be the same. Oh, if only we could trade places for a day. 
You become me and ...." 

Her voice paused then changed to a lower, deeper pitch when 
she continued, "I become you. I'd rape you the first time. I'd use 
my much superior strength to pull you to the ground, rip your 
clothes off of you and then use your body's heavier weight to 
hold my small body down while I rammed repeatedly into you. 
You would resist - but only at first, then you would become my 
willing honeypot while I fucked you."

"Is that what you want me to do to you?" he asked as he cupped 
and fondled her hanging breasts.

"No, but it's what I would like to do to you. Tell me about your 
orgasm. Do you see stars - hear bells? Do you feel disappointed 
that I explode five or six times to your one time?"

"It's hard to explain a man's orgasm. I feel this strong urge to 
hump you at the same time that my cock becomes rock hard. 
When I'm inside you, I fight back the urge to do a one-two-
three-wham and try to take my time so that I please you. I'm 
not disappointed by only one to three orgasms when we make 
love, but it would be nice to have the repeated explosions that I 
see you experience."

She bowed her head and nibbled on his lip but pulled away 
before he could respond. Then she whispered "When I was a 
little girl, I wanted to be a boy. Boy's got to do the fun stuff 
while girls had to sit home and learn how to cook. I used to pick 
on boys just because I knew that I could whip them - that is 
until some boy in the seventh grade knocked me out. Later on, I 
went away to college and learned about how to be a modern 
woman. I was the first woman in my family to tweeze my 
eyebrows and to pierce my ears. I cut my hair short, raised my 
skirt hem higher, smoked my first cigarette, and became a cock 
tease. Instead of slapping the boy's silly, I was teasing them 
silly. But it wasn't enough to satisfy me. I thought about having 
an affair with a lesbian because I wanted to see what it was like 
to make love to a woman. Yes, there was one woman that 
turned me on and caused me to secretly drool about being her 
lover. We would sit in our room with the other girls and 
describe our lurid tales of sexual adventure. Like the other girls, 
I bragged about my sexual prowess, but the few affairs that I 
had, were rather placid affairs where adolescent and 
inexperience, ruined the memory. I usually felt frustrated and 
confused at the end of the evening. I would listen to Jenny's 
stories and imagine that I was her lover, again resorting to my 
childhood fantasy of being a man making love to a woman."

"Did you ever do it with her?"

"At our Halloween party, she came dressed as a man, with a big 
glued on mustache. I was dressed as a cigarette girl - you know 
with the little tray of cigarettes that I pretended to sell. She 
asked me to dance and as we danced, I felt the sock that she 
had rolled up in her trousers. As the dance finished, she gave 
me a light kiss on the lips before she went off to flirt with 
another friend. Somehow, seeing her as a man turned me off so 
that she never appealed to me again. Then I was being forced 
into an arranged marriage.  I ran away, joining that explorer's 
safari. That's where I met you. Big, strong, silent, powerful, 
virile - just looking at you, I could see the power and feel your 
sensuality. You were so beautifully sculptured with such solid 
muscle that I couldn't keep my hands off you. For the first time 
in my life, I was glad to be a woman. I used all of my female 
skills to get you in bed."

Dropping her voice to a softer, husky tone, she continued 
"When I'm with you, I'm so much woman that I don't recognize 
myself. When I'm not with you, I switch back into my old self. I 
want to run, to feel the wind in my hair, to feel the sun beat 
down on my naked chest, to be able to walk into a bar and whip 
the biggest badass in the bar. I still have that old desire to have 
a big muscular chest, wide shoulders, and a ten inch cock 
between my legs, except when I'm making love to you."

"Part of your dream came true. You do have a ten inch cock 
between your legs."

She shifted her hips, feeling his still erect cock move inside her. 
A roguish smile lit up her face, as she responded "Don't start 
boasting without having something to back up the facts It feels 
closer to being a nine incher than a ten."

"That's the soft size. Wait till you do something to turn me on 
then watch it grow."

A mischievous, almost evil smile formed on her face as she lifted 
her lips, letting his cock slide slightly out of her, before she 
pushed her pussy down onto his cock. His cockhead made a 
slurping sound as it sank into her. As she went down, she 
jerked her curvy hips around, grinding her pussy around his 
rock-hard cock buried deeply inside her. Cunt juice dripped 
down his cock-shaft and flowed over his balls.

Kit humped his hips, bouncing her as he thrust to meet her. 
She wiggled slowly down, taking more and more cock into her 
hungry cunt. Then, with a loud groan, Diana plunged down and 
took his cock completely into her.

She didn't move as she used her internal muscles to squeeze 
and tug on his buried cock. The inner cunt-muscles contracted, 
molding her snug, vaginal sheath around his cock. Holding her 
cunt jammed down to the hilt on his cock, Diana undulated her 
hips, squirming and grinding around, wriggling like a fish on a 
hook. Then she began to fuck up and down. She pulled her 
pussy up until only the head of his cock was inside her, poised 
there, then dropped back down and took the full length of it 
again.

Her lips swooped down and nibbled on his earlobe as she 
whispered "Make me happy."

He groaned "yyyyyyeeessss."

******

Diana lay sleeping. She was exhausted from their multi-session 
lovemaking. She usually demanded a lot of sex the first couple 
of nights that he returned from trips. Her outstretched arm lay 
across Kit's chest.

Lying in bed bedside her, he thought about the wild wonderful 
woman next to him. When he first met her, he thought that she 
was an adventuress seeking a quick and easy way to get a 
fortune by somehow ripping off jungle treasures. Then he 
decided that she was a lost soul who was adventuresome and 
prone to do things on impulse because she was bored with her 
civilized life and normal men. She was definitely used to getting 
her own way, even with him. While she might have been 
dominant in a relationship with another man, she was merely 
assertive and aggressive in their relationship.

He gently lifted her arm and rolled off the bed without waking 
her. She was sprawled on the bed and Kit could see the dried 
cum matting her pussy hair to her legs.

He dressed in his Phantom suit, walking out of the bedroom as 
his alter ego. The only one that he would ever expose his face 
willingly to, was his wife.

He walked into the room where the chronicles were kept and 
pulled out a couple of the older books. After two hours of 
reading, he found what he was looking for. He read the story of 
his ancestor, the 3rd Phantom who was educated as a boy in 
England and played Juliet in the original Shakespeare 
production at Globe Theater, about 1604, and married 
Shakespeare's niece Rosamunda. Within his chronicles, he 
found a few lines that described something called "the looking 
glass". The glass contained magical properties that couldn't be 
explained. It was really just a rock with many facet sides that 
his ancestor had found in the loot confiscated from a pirate 
ship. Reading through the chronicle, he discovered that his 
ancestor had hidden the rock so that no one could ever use it 
for evil. Another hour of reading revealed no further information 
and he shut the old book.

He walked into the Throne Room and sat on the Throne as he 
thought about what he had learned. Devil sat beside his throne, 
waiting for his master. The Phantom was interrupted from his 
thinking as Diana came into the room.

"Hi, honey. I woke up and saw that you were reading. So I went 
to the lake to wash my filthy body.  While there, I found out 
that Gua's wife was delivering. So after my bath, I went over 
there and helped the mid-wife. It's a boy. Thank god, because I 
would hate to be a woman in this man's village. What are you 
doing?"

He smiled at her and softly replied "Just thinking about us. Are 
you sincere in your wish to see what it's like to be a man?"

Her face blushed as she quickly replied "Oh...... that was just 
bedroom talk. Don't pay any attention to me when I'm 
daydreaming. I'm only a silly woman who doesn't know when to 
shut up. Are you hungry?"

The Phantom recognized the blush and the quick way that she 
changed the subject. He complied with her silent wish as he 
responded "Very hungry. By the way, how do you know what a 
ten inch cock feels like?"

Putting her hands on her hips and assuming a mock position of 
aggravation, she replied "You travel so much that I've got time 
to look around and explore my jungle home. Most of those 
pygmy men are small, but some of them have cocks that almost 
reach to the ground. Any more questions?"

"No, dear."

******

"..and Mozz might be able to tell you more about the glass." 
Finished The Phantom.

Guran nodded as The Phantom's trusted assistant left the cave, 
to go seek the item that The Phantom requested. If anyone 
could find it, Guran would find it.


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