"Where's my costume? I'm sure I left it on the dresser", asked Sandra.

        "I have your costume here", replied Ted, "It's not that cheap thing you bought though. I had this one made just for you."

        "It's not one of your sick male fantasies again, is it?"

        "No, this is something you've talked and dreamed about, but we could never afford before now."

        "How much did it cost?"

        "Don't worry about that. I've had some investments pay off and you deserve this."

        Ted held a garment bag out for Sandra. She unzipped it to reveal a light gray fur bodysuit. She slid it off the hanger and held it close to her body. She loved to read furry tales and dreamed of one day being able to dress up like a wild animal and attend one of their conventions.

        "This is so incredibly soft. What is it made of?"

        "It is synthetic chinchilla. I've been investing a little of my paycheck in the company that makes it for the past five years. You might say that it is a gift to us from them."

        "It looks a bit small."

        "Actually, it will be a perfect fit. Remember last month when you got scanned for a pair of jeans? I had the store send the measurements off and this suit was custom made just for you."

        "You know that I've always wanted to be a furry creature. What kind will I be?"

        "You will be something like a sexy raccoon. You get to keep your best human traits though."

        She held it up and spun it around a few times. Then looked at Ted with a puzzled expression.

        "How do I put it on? The openings aren't big enough for me to squeeze through."

        "There is a very well concealed zipper in the back. The pull tab is removable so it won't flop about. It should be ..."

        He fumbled around inside the garment bag and took out a plastic baggy with a zipper pull in it. They searched around the neck of the suit until they found the place to attach it and then unzipped the back of the suit.

        "There you are dear", he said, "They recommended that you use baby powder all over before putting it on and not to wear anything underneath it."

        "Now why would I want to wear anything under it. It's almost as soft inside as outside."

        She ran into the adjoining bathroom with it. As he had said, it was a perfect fit. Almost too perfect as she had trouble sliding her hands and feet through the openings. She ran her hands along her chest. It was such very soft fur. She had never had a fur coat before; they couldn't afford it. This was pure heaven. It wasn't scratchy fur or bristles like some coats. It wasn't like those cheap sheepskin seat covers that shed everywhere. This was thick and soft and warm and slippery.

        The designers had left openings between her legs both front and rear, presumably so she could use the ladies room without shedding the suit. The fur was slightly thicker in these areas to conceal what was under them without needing a button or zipper. She also noticed a pair of circles, about the size of a small coin, where her erect nipples were poking through. She hadn't consciously realized how turned on she was by this. It looked perfectly natural too. Just like a cat would look when nursing her kittens.

        "Darling, could you come and help me with the zipper?"

        Ted came in with holding a bunch of plastic bags with furry things in them. It took a bit of shifting to get her zipped in, but when he was done it was like Sandra had been born with fur. He quietly removed the zipper pull and put it in his pocket. As she was admiring herself, he opened the bags and handed her the contents.

        "These are your paws. The claws are made of a soft plastic so you can't break them or scratch things accidentally. I had the company color them hot pink, like your favorite polish. There is some stuff inside them that will get sticky as it warms up and help hold them in place so you won't have to worry about them falling off either."

        She slid her feet into them, enjoying the squishy feel of the pads on the bottom. The fur around the top overlapped the fur on her bodysuit just a bit; she rubbed it and it blended right in. She slid her hands into her front paws. The insides were made thin so she could still grip things like her hair brush. She blended in the fur around her wrists just like she had done around her ankles.

        Ted brought in another plastic bag. Inside was the most amazing thing she ever saw. She couldn't wait to try it on. He helped her slide it on over her head. She pressed the cheeks tight to her and could feel the face stick to her own. It was amazing how they had blended the animal look with human features. Her eyes were outlined in black similar to a racoon, but the shape had been skillfully altered to make it look more like eye shadow on a fashion model. The mask covered her own ears completely and replaced them with a tiny pair that stood up on top of her head.

        She blinked her eyes a few times and the long sexy 'lashes filled in her on top of her own. She wiggled her nose and the tiny black pointed nose wiggled too. A distinctly human part was her new sexy pink lips; just a bit fuller and a bit smaller than her natural ones. They fit tightly and moved naturally. She blew a kiss at the lovely creature in the mirror and it blew one back at her.

        The best touch was her long flowing mane of hair. It was more like something found on a lioness than a raccoon, and it was gorgeous. It started between her new ears and was curly and thick down to her shoulders. Then it thinned out and ran down her back to become her tail. Her tail was thick and bushy, had rings of a darker color around it, and just touched the floor. She was like a dog chasing her tail as she tried to spin around to get a better look.

        "Could you just hold still a minute while I secure this?", asked Ted.

        She felt something cold and sticky along her tailbone when Ted secured her tail directly to her through the opening in her backside. Then he did something to hold down the strip of hair that ran down her back. While he was doing that, she brushed out her new long thick hair making it even fuller. When he finished, she took a good look at herself. Everything blended together so well and fit so snugly that she couldn't find anything to indicate that she hadn't been born this way. It was undeniably the most comfortable thing she had ever worn.

        "My oh my, you are a very sexy animal", he whispered in her ear.

        She blushed at this remark. The cute animal in the mirror was blushing a bit too. This costume was the best thing he had done for her in years.

        "But you can't go out like that... Are you ready to get dressed?", he asked.

        "No, I'm not", she replied, "This wild furry animal is in heat and the party can wait!"

***

        "That was the best sex we've ever had", said Ted, "If I had known you could be so incredible this way, I would have bought you a fur coat every year on our anniversary. And you are so very soft and slippery in this suit."

        "If you had bought me a fur coat every year, maybe a lot of things would be different."

        "What do you mean?"

        "We'll talk about it after the party, okay?"

        "Okay. You should rinse your fur and I'll get the rest of your costume."

        Sandra went into the bathroom to freshen up. She was careful not to dunk her tail in the toilet. It was covered in the same incredibly soft fur as the rest of her costume, but it had some kind of internal spring support so it bobbed around as she moved. Being here gave her some time to think alone. Perhaps she had misjudged Ted. But he had made so many promises that he never kept. That he was nice right now didn't really count for that much; even if he was being so very nice. She could probably talk Art into letting her wear this suit while they made love, especially after he saw her in it tonight. Just thinking about making love in it was enough to get her aroused again. She ran her hairbrush along her body as well as her mane to fluff her fur back out again.

        Ted was waiting for her with another garment bag when she came out. This one held a shiny black halter dress. It had a studded collar around the neck and a large diamond cutout in the middle. The skirt flared out and stopped just above her knees. Ted helped her get into it since she couldn't fasten the collar or zip up the back with her paws. She had thought about taking one off, but all four were stuck on tight now.

        "And we have these special shoes to protect the delicate feet of my favorite pet", he said as he held out a pair of pumps. They were made of black patent leather and had open-toes, two inch heels and thick ankle straps. She slid her new feet into them, and admired how her tiny pink claws stuck out in the front.

        She looked at her reflection in the mirror as he fastened the straps on the shoes. It was just like one of those male fantasies she had accused him of, but it was partly her fantasy too. If he had just given her the dress for her costume, she wouldn't have spoken to him for a week. But worn over her wonderfully furry body, it was perfect. The waist was just tight enough to show off her figure while the top had built-in support. No-one would be able to tell that a 45 year old receptionist was inside this costume. She looked much more like a 17 year old girl.

        "Okay, I'm all ready. Isn't it about time I saw your costume?", she asked.

        "Just a minute, dear. You forgot to take your pill. Unless you are thinking about having a litter, you should take it now."

        She took the pill and glass of water he offered and swallowed it without a second thought. The last thing she wanted now was a child. That would complicate the divorce and her relationship with Art... She felt funny; a numbing sensation in her head; not quite dizzying. She sat down on the bed.

        "I see the pill is working. There's nothing to worry about. It will wear off in a day or two. Until then you'll feel extremely intoxicated. It's not a bad feeling; just something to keep you relaxed. Don't bother trying to talk; you won't be able to do more than make some interesting sounds as it really relaxes the speech center in the brain. I tried one out a few weeks ago and it's actually a great stress reliever."

        Ted took another garment bag from the closet. She could make out another bodysuit inside. Her vision was a little fuzzy, but she could tell it was human. When he took it out, she noticed it was female.

        "Have you ever noticed how similar we are in build? Don't bother trying to answer. These last two months, I've been dieting and we are almost the same now. Those measurements helped me a lot to target just those areas of my body that were needed work."

        Ted stripped off his clothes and slipped into the suit. It was just as tight as the one Sandra was wearing. When finished he looked like he was a woman with a guy's head.

        "Isn't this wonderful? I have a pair of boobs exactly like yours now. No-one to slap my hands away when I want to play with them, see! I'm sure that Art will love them too. So you were finally going to tell me about your affair with him tonight. Well, it's too late for that. By the time the party is over, there won't be one to tell about."

        Ted opened a bag and pulled out a mask with attached wig. He pulled it over his head and adjusted the fit. He looked at his new body in the mirror. He now looked just like Sandra had before she put on her furry suit. The shapely legs; trimmed pubic hair; firm breasts and butt; sensuous pouting lips; short, curly red hair; all duplicated to perfection. When he looked at it closely he had to admit that she had some wrinkles here and there, but she was in good shape for her age. Her body still enticed him after more than twenty years of marriage. It was even more exciting with him inside of it.

        "To be honest, your original costume gave me this idea", he stated.

        He bent down to the floor by the bed. She could see how much his body matched hers, but she didn't care about that. She didn't really care about anything right now. She was content to run her paws over her body, enjoyng the feel of her fur. He pulled out a box from under the bed. It was the one with the costume that she had bought last week.

        "I was inspired by the idea of you being a lion tamer. Only I figured that I would be better in that role. I also made some minor wardrobe changes that I doubt you would have agreed to."

        He went over to her chest of drawers and dug around for a bit; coming out with a red lace demi cup bra and matching thong panties. He dropped his new breasts into the bra cups and fastened the clasp in the back as if he had done it all his life. He took the panties and rubbed them on the sheet, over the wet spot, before slipping into them.

        "That was just in case your lover decides to get nosy, literally. Art must love you in these undies. You never wore them for me. I think I look very hot in them too; just as good as you. And just to make tonight extra special, I bought these."

        He held a package of ultra-sheer stockings in front of her so she could focus on them. Then he carefully rolled them up his new smooth legs and fastened them to a red garter belt. He opened the box containing her costume and dumped the contents on the floor. The first piece was a khaki colored blouse. He put in on and buttoned it up part of the way; leaving the top three undone exposing a generous amount of cleavage. Then he put on the matching pair of shorts. They clung tightly to his new feminine hips and thighs as they went down halfway to his knees. The impression of the garter belt was just visible through the thin fabric.

        "This is very nice and sexy, yes? But it gets better!"

        He went to the closet and pulled out a pair of brown knee-high boots with three inch heels and side zippers.

        "Just the thing for fashionable animal handlers the world over."

        He picked up the pith helmet, placed it over his new red curls and admired the image of his version of Sandra for a few seconds.

        "I'm sure you'd agree that this is a much more exciting costume now than the way you had envisioned. It's just overflowing with playful sexual suggestions. Or as you would say, another sick male fantasy."

        He picked up the cheap whip that had come with the costume and tossed it over in a corner of the room. "We don't need that. You won't be giving me any problem, will you? In fact, I bet I can make you purr if I pet you! But we can't having you running off... So I got a leash for you. If you are nice, I'll even take you for walkies."

        "One last thing... I need to take my pill too." He placed a lozenge in his mouth and let it dissolve while checking out his new face. It was almost perfect; nothing a bit of mascara and lipstick couldn't fix though.

        "It's time to go now", he said in a feminine voice, so very close to her own, "We don't want to keep that stud Art waiting too long. He might think that I don't love him anymore."

***

        The party was a lot of fun. Everyone was talking about Sandra and her pet husband. They wanted to know all about the costume and how it was that it felt so soft. They also wanted to know how she had convinced him to be a female raccoon instead of a male one. They made kind remarks about her costume too, but mostly just to be polite. The answers they got were polite too, but also very flirtatious. Ted loved acting like Sandra and teasing everyone. No-one suspected that the pet, who everyone was now calling Roxy, was really Sandra inside and the lovely lion tamer was really Ted. Since Sandra had the rather annoying habit of recounting most of her day to Ted every night, it wasn't difficult for him to make small talk with her co-workers.

        On the other hand, Roxy was being so docile that she was even eating snacks out of the hands of people like a good pet. She would show her affection to anyone who ran their hand down her back or through her mane by rubbing up close to them. She had gotten rather protective of her tail though and wouldn't let anyone touch it.

        It had taken Art close to an hour to separate the lion tamer from her pet. It wasn't like she was avoiding him, but Sandra and Roxy were the center of attention. Roxy had just taken a liking to a man dressed in a gorilla suit. She was quietly sitting in his lap, much to the chagrin of his date. Art had found his opportunity and snuck around behind the person he thought was Sandra, grabbed her waist, and pulled her into a corner close to him

        "Hey baby, I love this look on you." He had moved his hands so one was on her butt and the other was working its way up her back. "How about we board your husband for the weekend and have some fun? I'll get one of those elephant G-strings and you can tame the wild beast."

        "I'm sorry Art", Ted replied through Sandra's lips, "but I'm going to stay with Ted." She pushed herself away from him as his arms went slack.

        "How can you say that now? After all we've been through; after all we've meant to each other; you really want to stay with that selfish oaf. Look at the way he's been acting tonight; it's like you aren't even here."

        "Things have changed... a lot. He made investments for our future that he didn't tell me about. All those promises he made; he's going to make them come true. We're moving to a new house with room for the kids that I've always wanted. I'll be able to quit working for you and stay at home with them."

        "Sandra... darling... You can't believe that! It's just another one of his promises to keep you from being happy; to keep us from being happy together."

        "No, it's true. We have over a million dollars in the bank."

        "So, divorce him and you'll have over half a million dollars. Then you won't need him anymore."

        "I didn't want it to end like this, but it has to. I already told him about you and that I was going to break it off tonight. He's forgiven me for it. I doubt you'd have done the same in his position. He is a very sweet man and I realize that I still love him as much as the day we were married."

        "Isn't there anything I can do to make you change your mind? Remember when I bought you the pendant you are wearing? You told me how cheap Ted was to get you CZ's instead of diamonds and I replaced it with real ones. He never did find out about that, did he?"

        "I was hoping you wouldn't bring that up. You can have it back", Ted said. He reached up to where it was nestled between those lovely breasts, pulled off Sandra's necklace, and handed it to Art, "I had it appraised and they told me it was just as fake as the one Ted had bought me. Even a jeweler wouldn't be able to tell them apart because they are the same thing."

        "I don't understand..."

        "No, you don't! And you never will. Just consider this as my resignation, both from the job and our affair."

        "Please don't do this! I need you!"

        "No, you don't! You will excuse me. I have to get back to the one who loves me for all of me. To him, I'm more than someone who provides sex at lunchtime without having to leave the office... Good bye Art."

        Ted smiled as he walked away. That had gone exceptionally well. In fact, everything was going well. The part about the millions wasn't a lie. The company that made these bodysuits went public recently and his small investments over the last years had paid off big. He really was going to make good on all his promises to Sandra. She might even forgive him for breaking off her affair once she learned the truth. But first he'd have to see if she ever wanted out of her costume. Both of the bodysuits had been designed for extended wear. Plus, he wouldn't mind being her for a while if she wanted to stay soft and furry. He was starting to enjoy having a pair of breasts of his own.