That night, I had a hard time falling asleep. ‘Jim’ fell right asleep next to me, naked, on top of the sheets. There was no chance of my wife ‘breaking character.’ It was just Jim now, until he decided otherwise.

I must have fallen asleep eventually, because when I woke up, his side of the bed was empty and I heard the shower was on in the adjoining bathroom. Inside, Jim was singing. I lay there in bed for a while. Today my wife had to go to work, but I had the day off.

I heard the water turn off. He sang as he toweled off. The door opened in a cloud of steam. He had the towel wrapped around his waist.

“Oh great, you’re up,” he said. He took off his towel and hung it on the bathroom door. I realized his dick was bigger than mine, at least, flaccid. I still could barely believe it wasn’t real.  “Listen, I need to get dressed for your wife’s job. You can stay and watch if you want.”

“Nah,” I said. I waved my hand. I put on my bathrobe. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

“Well,” Jim chuckled, “sort of.” He started to rummage around in his box of disguise parts. I saw what looked like a different woman’s empty face get tossed on the bed, and another set of false breasts. ‘Jim’ didn’t seem well organized. I stood there long enough to see Jim toss ‘his’ mask of my wife’s head onto the bedsheet as well, then it was covered by some false breasts. I turned and left.

I padded down the stairs in my bathrobe and went to the kitchen, put on a pot of coffee and went to get the newspaper from the front of the house. I waved to my neighbor, went back inside and looked at the headlines, sipping my coffee.

I heard someone coming down the stairs to the kitchen. I almost choked on my coffee when my wife came around the corner. She looked gorgeous, too pretty and done-up for the office. She wore a dark pantsuit over a white blouse, with a pearl necklace and matching pearly earrings. The blouse was unbuttoned very low, and I could see her bra.

“You’re looking unusually… well put-together today,” I said “Don’t you think someone’s going to notice a difference?”

My wife turned to me and I realized ‘Jim’s transformation wasn’t complete yet.  The person in front of me looked exactly like my wife, but the person inside was all Jim, including his way of standing, moving, and most noticeably, his deep voice.  

“Oh, she didn’t tell you? Your wife has a big presentation today. All the regional managers are in town.” He turned to his reflection in a small mirror on the kitchen wall and reached up and pushed the breasts of the disguise together, through the fabric of the pantsuit. “They’re mostly dudes, so I figured your wife should show a little more ‘sex appeal’ than usual.”

Jim — even if ‘he’ exactly like my wife, it was Jim to me as long as he acted like that and he sounded like that — turned from the mirror poured himself a cup of coffee. My wife’s bracelet clanged around his wrist as he took a gulp from the mug, and put it down on the table in front of me. He’d left a little
lipstick around the rim.

“That seems like a high-stakes situation to be… doing this.”

He cocked his head. “What situation?”

I gestured vaguely in ‘his’ direction, head to toe. “This.”

He rolled his eyes. “Listen man, you worry too much. It’ll be fine. You shouldn’t doubt your wife, you know she doesn’t like that.”

There was an edge in how he said that. It made me think twice before saying anything else.

“Listen, if it would make you feel better…” he cleared his throat with a hacking cough. “There.” My wife’s voice. “Does that make my honey sweetie pie feel better?”

I swallowed.  “Yes,” I said. She went to our home office next to the kitchen, gathered her work bag together and came back in. The car keys were in her hand. She came over and knelt beside me. She put her face very close to mine. Even like this, I couldn’t tell anything was different about her.

She kissed me, gently at first, then a little forcefully, with a sudden passion. I let go of my mug so I wouldn’t drag it off the table.

Her hand went to my crotch, felt between the folds of my robe and found my dick. With a gently squeeze, I was hard pretty quick. But just like that, she let go. And she pulled out of the kiss, and stood up. She was grinning. It was Jim’s grin.

“Well, wish me luck!” She said, in her voice.

I looked up at her beautiful face. My dick was half-hard and sticking out of my robe. I knew I had some of her lipstick smeared on my cheek.

“Why?” I said, confused. “Why do you need luck?”

“That no-one finds out!”

I shivered. “Finds out what?”

“That I’m a man, silly!” She outright laughed, looking at me. I was sitting down and she was standing up, with her work bag slung over her shoulder and the car keys still in her hand. My head turned down from looking at her face to her crotch.  The final thing I saw before she turned away from me and went down the hall was the faint outline of Jim’s big flaccid dick running down one of my wife’s pant legs.

I was still in shock as I heard the front door close and my wife’s key turn in the lock.