It turned out my wife had already put on most of her costume before I got home. It was still a full two weeks before Halloween.

She came to the door to let me in, clutching her robe tight around her and glancing left and right.

"Get in here. You're going to love it."

I went past her in and she locked the door behind me.

"Go to the bedroom," she said. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie, and went where she told me. I heard her come in behind me and close the door.

"Take a look." She dropped the robe on the bed.

I looked her up and down. I whistled. "Impressive," I said.

For a few months she'd been telling me about her plan for Halloween. She was going to go to the costume contest as a man. Now, she'd gotten the first part of the costume done. From the neck down, she had the body of a man, naked. Fit and lightly muscled. A dick about as big as mine swung side to side.

"How did you..."

"Hide my tits?" She laughed. "It's a tight fit." She gripped her pecs, then flexed her arm muscles. They rippled under the costume. I walked over and squeezed

"I don't remember you being so ripped. It feels very real."

She grinned. "I told you it would be convincing."

"What did you say this was made out of?"

"I didn't. But since you're curious, it's latex." She got a determined look on her face. Once my wife got something in her mind, she was very determined. "Now the last part." She pointed to the bed. "Hand it to me."

I went over and got what she was asking for. It was a kind of rubber latex mask of a man's head, with hair attached. I handed it to her.

"Want to kiss me goodbye?," she said.

"You going somewhere?"

"In a matter of speaking. I'm going to go full in-character."

I shrugged. I gave her a long kiss, holding her. My hands gripped her muscled back.

"Here we go," she said. She stepped back, and pulled the mask over her head. It took  a lot of pulling and tugging until the features settled over hers. She did something to join the mask with the body part.

"I can't see a seam," I said.

"That..." she said, clearing her throat and going down an octave or two, "...is the idea. How do I look?"

I gave the person in front of me a very hard look. They -- he -- looked back just as hard.

"I am impressed."

He gave me a level look. "Good."

I went to sit on the chair next to the bed while he examined his reflection in the mirror, checking around his face as if he'd just shaved.

"What do I call you now?"

He didn't hesitate. "Jim."

I nodded. "Alright, Jim, I have a question. Is my wife's work going to be surprised when you show up and tell them you're her?"

"Your wife is still going to work," he said, over his shoulder.

"How?"

"Before I bother showing you, let's have a reason for me to show you. You want to spend tonight out with your wife? Go out to a restaurant?" 'Jim' said.

"Sure."

"Alright. Open that box." He pointed to another cardboard box next to the bed. I went over to it and opened it. There were some more jumbles of disguise parts inside. I reached in and took something out, tan-colored and soft, that looked like a pair of padded shorts.

"Perfect," 'Jim' said. "Toss 'em over." I threw them across the room, and he put them on, one leg, then the other. He tucked his dick between his legs, and pulled the shorts up around his ass. 'Jim's ass now looked a lot like my wife's. "Great. Now toss me the corset.

I rummaged in the box for a minute, found it and threw it to him. He breathed out and fastened the corset around his waist.

"Man, that's tight." He looked at my wife's clothes in the closet. "Well, at least all of this fits me, now." He reached in and pulled out a pair of jeans. He pulled them on. 'Jim' was right. The padding and the corset made the jeans fit just right.

"Alright, alright, what would your wife wear to a casual night out?" He looked over his muscled shoulder and grinned at me. "Let's see." He pulled out a low-cut red sweater and slipped it over his head.

"Ok, time for the final touch." He nodded at the box. I rummaged around found what 'he' was after. It was a full mask of my wife's face and hair and torso. It ended at the shoulders, and a few inches under the breasts. The breasts were full and padded, like falsies.

"Toss her over." I did, and 'Jim' caught the mask easily. He pulled it over 'his' head, and with some tugging and pulled like I'd seen my wife do a few minutes before, I watched 'Jim' pull her features over 'his.'

For a moment I had a view of my wife's false breasts dangling over the front of the red sweater. Then 'Jim' tucked the breasts in, and the illusion was complete.

'Jim' made a show of raising 'his' voice into a feminine range. "Whaddya think?"

It was like watching a man do a masculine drag queen version of my wife, but she looked just the same. "You ready to go out? I remember you said your wife liked a pizza place over on the East Side."

I looked over "Jim"'s illusion. I shrugged. "Yeah. Let's go."

'She' put on a waist-high leather jacket and we went outside to the car. We both moved towards the driver's side.

"No way, man." 'Jim's voice out of my wife's face. "I'm driving." He/she held a hand on my chest, holding me back. Firm.

I nodded. "OK." My 'wife' nodded. "Good," she said, a little more femininely. I went around and got in and put the seatbelt on. She started the car, and turned on the headlights. I glanced over at her. She was looking at me.

"What?" I said.

"Nothing. You just looked at little scared, there, for a second. It's OK, sweetie. I'm your wife!" She smirked. She laughed, darkly. I swallowed. She put the car in gear and we started off.