A little black thong

With no other visual distortions, you clearly see around your ankles the pretty black thong your wife was wearing last night. Unable to write it off as the residual effects of your group's rekindling of their party days, and feeling otherwise sober, if annoyingly hungover, you stare down at the unmistakable vagina now firmly seated between your gloriously curvy legs. You stand up and turn towards the mirror and wave. The gorgeous image of your wonderful wife of eight years, your soulmate, Liz waves back at you.

Your heart starts racing and your mind reexamines the other observations you initially dismissed as mere visual or auditory phantoms. Your body is currently asleep in bed, and you are now Liz. Presumably she is you? When she wakes up you can begin to sort everything out. As your mind wanders you start taking a closer look in the mirror at your new form. You have Liz's curvaceous breasts, her short dark hair, her cute freckles on her arms, chest, and nose, and as you smile your dimples showcase prominently. You also notice for the first time, the heaviness on your chest, the change in posture you now have to take to remain balanced, and the fact that like Liz usually slept, you are topless in just a little black thong. Your still thoroughly 'Jim' brain smirks and your groin area warms as you give your chest a little shake, causing your new mammaries to jiggle back and forth a little bit.

Your mind returns to your spouse, still blissfully unaware of what has occured and ponder whether it's best to be next to her as she wakes up, or have prepared coffee and be ready to calm her if she freaks out. Should you wake her or let her awake on her own?