Delivery Lasagna (Patreon)

When the doorbell rang, Peter called out, "Who is it?"

"Delivery."

"I didn't order anything."

"I have an order for one lasagna for Merle Douglas."

Peter opened the door.  He saw a young man about sixteen years old standing there.  He was well built as if he had been working out.  He probably was on the football team at his high school.  He was wearing a red cap, red polo shirt, and a black apron that contained the name of the pizzeria, Pizza Planet, black pants, and sneakers.

Peter assumed that Merle ordered the delivery and would be arriving soon.  He decided to pay the boy.  His name tag proclaimed his name as James.

"How much is it?"

"Peter," the boy said with sudden seriousness.  "I'm Merle.  This boy stole my life."

"What?"  Peter couldn't make sense of what this kid was telling him.

"I'm Merle.  I'm your wife.  My life was stolen.  I need your help to get it back."

"I don't know what type of joke this is?  But it's not funny."

"It's no joke.  Look at me closely, I'm Merle.  You have to believe me."

His wife Merle is a woman in her fifties, a couple of years younger than Peter.  She wasn't a thin woman, age and thousands of coffee caked over the years have stretched her figure.  Not that Peter didn't love her and thought she was beautiful.  This boy at the door didn't look anything like her.  He was a boy, young, well built.  But after looking at James closely Peter wasn't so sure anymore.  There was something familiar about him.  Maybe he was Merle after all.

"Let me in, we have to fix this before it's too late," James pleaded.

"Yeah, come on in."

James entered and the door was shut behind him.  James put the lasagna onto a table by the door.

"Merle, is that really you?"

"It is, I'm Merle!"

James didn't need any explanation to convince Peter.  he was totally convinced that this was his wife.

"I almost didn't recognize you.  What happened?"

"I don't know.  All of a sudden I was dressed like this making deliveries.  When I realized what happened, I drove straight here."

"You're safe now."

"No, I'm not.  We have to fix this.  If we don't I'll be this boy forever."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Message Merle's phone, tell him er her to come home.  I know she's really a boy, but whatever.  Tell her it's an emergency.  When she gets here, we have to swap clothing.   If we do that then all will be put right.  I'll be back to being your wife.  I have to get back to my own clothes."

"Your clothes are in our room.  Can't you just put them on?"

"No, it has to be the clothing that this buy James is wearing right now.  He has to put on mine too."

"I see."

"That's the only way."

Peter messaged Merle, "Come home quick.  It's a disaster.  Come home."

"What?" Merle message back.

"I can't tell you in a message.  YOU HAVE TO COME HOME NOW!"

A short while later, Merle arrived.

"What's the emergency?" she asked excitedly.

"You know what the problem is," Peter told her.

James stepped out from behind Peter.

Continuing Peter said. "You thought you could get away with it.  But no way."

"What are you talking about.  Who is that?"

"That's my wife Merle.  As if you didn't know."

"Your wife.  I'm your wife."

"You want everyone to think that, but you aren't I don't know how you could ever believe I would be fooled by you."

"I'm your wife," Merle reiterated.

"It's over."

"Get undressed," James said speaking for the first time.

"I will not!" she said with righteous indignation as she pulled her arm out of the left sleeve of the teal-colored draped jacket she was wearing.  It was hanging loosely down her torso since its drawstring wasn't tied.

"What is happening?  Peter, please help me."  Now she was out of her jacket and letting her shawl drop off her shoulders.

"Help you?  I should call the police," Peter told her.

Her dolman top was pulled over her head, exposing her Bali's Double Support wireless bra with thick shoulder straps underneath in nude.  She stepped out of her open-toed sandals before pulling down her soft but form-fitting grey jogger pants.

All she was wearing now was her light tummy-control lace support briefs and her bra.  She redoubled her efforts to not do what she knew she must, remove her lingerie.  But she couldn't hold out for long.  Soon she was completely naked.  Once control returned to her arms, she covered her breasts and her crotch with her hands.

Meanwhile, James was also disrobing.  He removed his work uniform and then his underwear.  He had finished undressing before Merle.  He didn't try to cover himself.  His body was impressive, including his penis not that anyone was looking.

"Take these and get dressed,.  Wash that silly makeup off your face too!" James demanded.

James didn't wait for Merle to leave before she put on her support briefs.  There was a Tena bladder leakage pad in the crotch.  Merle had a slight incontinence problem.  James stepped into the brief with the pad without hesitation.

Merle exited the bathroom to clean up.  But even though she wasn't in sight of her husband or James, she couldn't help but do what they said.  She started by putting on James' tighty-whity and then put on the rest of his uniform.  She was crying while cleansing the makeup from her face.

She had a moment to look in the mirror.  She was dressed like a delivery boy, although no delivery boy had sagging boobs under their shirt as she had.  She took a moment to try and calm herself.  She needed to think.  It had all happened so fast.

James reached into his purse and found a compact to help him apply makeup.  It didn't take long for his face to be adorned with the same makeup that Merle had been wearing.

James looked himself off.  The apparel he was wearing was stretched to its limits (in some places: his arms and stomach) and was loose in others (like his chest and hips.)  There was also a bulge in his pants that had never been seen before.  But he thought he looked perfectly fine.

Aren't you forgetting something?" Peter asked.

"No, I don't think so."

Peter showed James Merle's wedding ring.

James blushed.  How could I forget that?"  He put it on immediately and ran into Peter's arms hugging and kissing him.  A moment later, James and Peter confronted Merle in the bathroom.

"If I ever see you anywhere near me or my wife again," Peter yelled, "I'll kill you.  Now get out of here."

"Yes, please go," James said in a more lady-like fashion than he had ever done before.

They followed as Merle exited the house.  She got into James' van and drove away.  On the seat was James's phone.  His boss wanted to know where he was.  He had other deliveries for 'James' to make.

Back in the Anderson residence, James and Peter signed in relief.

"That was a close one."

"Yeah.  I can't believe it really happened."

"What should we do now?"

"I say we forget about it.  It's over now."

"Are you sure?"

James ignored Peter's question.  Instead, he said, "I'll warm up the lasagna.  I'm starving."

End.

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