Ohhhh what the hell happened? Jim thought, as he lost all of his senses except for feeling, which seemed to be enhanced as someone ran their hands over his chest. 

Dang it, I was right, his wife said. She was a witch, who had been his outfit for the past few hours. I thought she wouldn't recognize you, but apparently she did.

Who? Jim asked, but still finding it hard paying attention to her. He had been transformed into a girl in order to go undercover into a Hooter's restaurant to find, and capture a magical criminal. And ohhhh, that feels to good....what are they doing....

Probably just caressing your cleavage His wife said, annoyed. She could see and hear everything unlike her husband, and had cast the spell so that she would feel no pleasure in order to remove distraction. But her husband, on the other hand, had barely gotten used to being a woman when he got transformed into a cake without arms, legs, or a head. And now all he could think about was the pleasure he was getting. Then she saw her. The criminal went down and grabbed Jim's wife, and pulled her off of Jim, revealing his cake breasts. The criminal transformed her back into a real outfit, and began to slip her on. Unfortunately for Jim's wife, the spell included pleasure from being worn...and her concentration went down the drain. 

Concentrate! I need to turn back...but ohhh it feels so good...her glorious body, her soft breasts....I'm so privileged to be worn by such a goddess....

She quickly forgot all about the mission, and her husband...who was now half eaten, and the criminal went back to work, inviting more men into her apartment, and ultimately into her wardrobe.