Doing Anything for Love

Authors Note: All of the characters in this story and series are over 18 years old.

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The look on my face must have instantly given me away; Brooke had to have seen that because she replied, "Too much too fast?"

She waited a two-count as if she knew it was too much but she wanted to float the idea just to see how strong my reaction would be.

I didn't say anything.

She waited.

Almost ten seconds passed and still, I didn't say anything.

She broke the silence, "I know, too soon, okay, how about this idea then?" And, smiling she told me about an idea I was sure she was planning all the time.

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Alone later, I knew I had been absentminded and distant during the evening and Brian had gone to bed without saying much, he seemed to have learned from living with me the past few years, when was good to ask how I was and when it was better to leave me alone.

I had been thinking about Brooke's question again as I had almost the entire time since she had asked. Now while I was having a shower trying to relax my muscles while I stood under the hot water.

I let my mind drift and just tried to relax. I imagined the hot water was made up of a thousand little fingers touching me, caressing me, and exploring my body. While the tension slowly melted away, my mind circled back around to Brooke. I thought about the question, what Brooke must think about me, and what my unspoken answer must say about me.

Did she guess the reason for my silence?

On one hand, maybe she thought I was too offended or shocked?

I thought "No," Brooke was very perceptive, the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if Brooke's question was some sort of test, a test to see how far along I was on a journey that Brooke was pushing me towards but one she was purposely hiding from me.

I knew why I hadn't said anything. I didn't know how or wasn't ready yet to say "Yes, I could imagine Brian as a woman and it makes me excited and surprisingly wet to think about him being a "her" Those great feelings were then crushed by my next thought was it was something that would never come true.

Still, as I let the hot water run over my body, I wondered; what if Brian could become a woman?

That would make us both lesbians, I could feel shivers of energy pulse through my body at the thought. Was I gay? I was pretty sure that I was but those thoughts were buried until a lifetime of repression and I couldn't even admit it to Brooke.

The guilt returned as I thought about Brian. I knew I was being selfish and not thinking about him, his feelings, his body. My thoughts lingered on his body... would it be possible?

Brian was smaller in status than most men, he was strong but without the exaggerated bulk many men have as they approach their forties and fifties, he was in very good shape and still had his swimmer's build and fine features. With his long hair and a little work, I could see Brian as a woman. Maybe more than a little work, but still maybe.

I had known since Brooke asked, I was afraid to admit to my desires because I was embarrassed at how turned on I was. That realization, especially now, naked in the shower made me shiver with excitement, it explained so much.

Right now, I didn't care, for the moment, I just gave in to my desires, trying to forget just how impossible my dream was and just imagined Brian as a woman, here with me right now. My body trembled involuntarily as in my imagination slid the shower door open and a female Brian slipped into the small steamy space of the shower.

We were about the same height, the eyes were the same, and the spirit was the same, but the body though was female. She had Brian's long legs, toned from years of swimming but totally feminine, I knew it was him, but she was so different, she was curved in all the right places, and her breasts though smaller than mine begged to be suckled, her nipples were just as big, her tummy was flat and her ass nicely flared.

We kissed.

Her lips were fuller but just as delicious, the spark of electricity was the same, and the way her body connected with mine made my knees weak. Like Brian, her body was completely smooth and the folds of her pussy parted and folded around my fingers as I touched, felt, and penetrated her.

One or both of us moaned, I could feel the tiniest of tremors begin as she touched me back. She knew exactly what to do. The tremors grew, and everything around me slowed, faded, and disappeared, there was just the shower, the steamy water, and us.

The fingers, the lips, the tongue, and the teeth; she moved from one focus to another, and the electricity built, I felt my eyes rolling back in my head, she slammed me hard against the shower wall, and the pain combined with the pleasure as the tremors transformed to waves.

Those waves built and built, as she moved down my body. She followed the same paths Brian took, but this was different, the touching and caressing were the same, but this was a woman, a beautiful and sexy woman, her naked body pushing and grinding in ways my imagination scarcely recognized.

My Eyes closed, my back arched, my shoulders and ass were pushed hard against the clear shower wall, I felt the tongue. My entire body shivered, the tongue and fingers danced around and back and forth from my pussy up the ever-so-sensitive path to my ass lightly rimmed me and back.

It was too much; I felt the orgasm building before it overwhelmed me. In my mind I saw it coming and felt it towering around me, there were the briefest of moments when I held my breath, all feeling stopped, and then with an intensity I couldn't imagine it crashed around me. I felt my knees buck, felt myself slipping slowly down the wall, and felt the spray lightly hitting my body, I sat a quivering mess, my breathing ragged and uneven.

I was flushed, I had no idea how long I had been sitting there in the shower. Finally, I summoned the willpower to turn off the water. My arms felt like they were made of concrete, I had to concentrate to make them work. Somehow I eventually turned off the water.

A quick glance at the bathroom clock revealed I had been masturbating for more than an hour and a half. The steam hung thick in the room; droplets of water were everywhere. The throbbing between my legs eventually slowed, my pussy looked puffy and red, and my mind and my body satisfied. I knew eventually the guilt would come, but for right now, I knew exactly what I wanted.

As I toweled off, I realized the name Brian seemed appropriate and inappropriate for my newest fantasy, and without any real thought, I decided to call Brian, Kelly. Kelly was Brian's middle name and I smiled that his parents had been so thoughtful to give her a convenient feminine name, or at least one that could be female as well as male. Kelly was still Brian, but I knew when I thought about Brian from now on, my first thought would be as Kelly and I shuddered again and softly moaned from the echoing feelings deep inside me.

That night, Kelly visited me again... and again.

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My first conscious thought was that Heather had dyed her hair blonde. The wonderful feeling of having my cock sucked had kept me from considering that for several moments and it had only been those incredible lips readjusting that gave me pause to even open my eyes and glance down at the head of my lover.

I didn't care if her hair has blonde, black, purple, or if she was bald; it had been so long since Heather had been willing to suck me that who was I to complain.

The air around us was filled with the sounds of soft moaning and the scents of arousal, both hers and mine. Her fingers danced and played with me and my smooth skin. I had always dreamed of Heather actually enjoying doing this to me, and now to have her moaning was almost too much to keep me from cumming before she had really even started.

I had asked in vain many times before to have Heather use her fingers to play with my balls and caress my ass. Now not only was she doing that but at least one of her fingers was rimming my ass and from time to time I could feel her tongue doing the same thing.

This was too much and despite my efforts not to cum too quickly, I could feel the long-stifled feelings growing. I could feel the inside of her mouth, the raised veins throbbing against her tongue. Whatever the reason, she was giving me a better blow job than I could have ever imagined.

I felt her shift and even with my eyes closed I knew she had taken one of my balls into her mouth, my breathing became much deeper, those lips and tongue curved under my body, finding passage along my smooth skin, her tongue moving quickly around the edges of my ass while her hands and fingers massaged my cock and balls almost as if she was milking me.

I could feel the cum rising, I could feel the shivers in my legs, I felt my back flex, I heard the moan and felt the release.

It wasn't much cum, maybe two tablespoons, it was enough though.

I woke up.

I lay there catching my breath.

It had been just a dream.

It couldn't have been, it had seemed so real.

The sheets were wet.

A dark-haired Heather softly snored in our darkened bedroom. My loud moans were not even noticed.

I thought about the blonde hair, I felt the cooling stickiness of the cum on the sheets and feel it on my skin, I noticed its scent in the air.

"Would Heather notice?" the thought was lost as I wondered about who the woman was.

I couldn't help but smile in the darkness, "Would Heather even remember what cum smelled like."

The realization it was just a dream still took several moments to become real to me, it had felt so incredible. I was one thing to make myself cum, which I seemed to be doing more and more, this was different, this was almost like real sex.

The clock said 2:36.

A wet dream.

I looked at the darkened ceiling, I hadn't had a wet dream in years, in decades; but I thought with foggy reasoning that it seemed at least that long since Heather had been interested in me getting off, for a long time, it was only her orgasms that seemed to matter. I shifted positions, feeling the now cold wetness against my skin. I tried to clear my mind to sleep but a question kept coming back to me.

Who was the blonde woman? I pictured all the women I knew; I couldn't see any of them doing what this woman did. Why could I imagine the top of her head and the color of her hair but nothing else to recognize her. I closed my eyes and tried to remember more details, finally, my tired brain couldn't think anymore, except for one detail, who did I know who had hair the same color as mine, that was the only thought that came to me before sleep overtook me. Whoever she was, she did not return that night.

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Brooke said she and Heather had decided that she would help me get ready. Heather frequently had to work late and said she would get changed at work.

Brooke said that she was actually looking forward to helping me and that once we were ready she would take me to the event so I could ride home with Heather afterward.

Brooke did seem pleased that she could get me ready without Heather being present. I had met Brooke a handful of times during Heather's therapy and this time like all of those, I couldn't help but feel like Brooke was appraising me like she was a tiger checking out a meal just before pouncing.

Brooke smiled when she saw me standing in the bathroom in just a towel. The appraising feeling only intensified.

Brooke was stunning, she was dressed tonight in what could only be called business casual chic, and every part of her set off the rest of her. Despite myself, I could feel blood circulating towards my cock and I knew unless I could focus on something other than how sexy Brooke looked that it was going to embarrass me very soon.

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I had trouble focusing all day at work, I was excited, anticipating, horny, and nervous all at the same time. When the day finally ended and I managed to get changed at work, I was even more of a hot mess. I parked the car and almost ran into the hall. Forcing myself to walk I arrived late and noticed the room was full to overflowing. I walked deeper into the room and noticed Brooke speaking to several women and their partners, men noticeably dressed clumsily as women. Almost all of them obviously had no idea how to dress like women, most looked either trashy or slutty as if all men thought women dressed that way.

By contrast, all of the women looked great, they were all sizes and shapes, but to one, they all looked amazing, several of them smiled and looked at me as I passed, I wanted to find Brian before I talked to Brooke. I didn't see anyone I recognized but trying to be friendly and not appear as anxious I smiled and said hello to as many as I could.

I did two circuits of the room and my panic and disappointment grew as I finally decided to approach Brooke. Brooke nodded and smiled, looking almost confused by my growing anxiety. I wondered why she did not make any effort to point out Brian. I kept looking for a cross-dressed man who looked like Brian and saw no one who even came close to looking like Brian.

I began to worry he didn't come and despite trying to not show it, I felt my excitement shatter. I knew this was too much to ask and turned away from Brooke starting for the door. I knew the tears weren't far away and I'll be damned if I was going to cry in a room full of strangers.

Brooke must have finally realized how upset I was because suddenly she broke away and within seconds was standing beside me just as I came up to the door.

"Where are you going, sweetie?"

The words spilled out of me right there, "I don't see Brian, he changed his mind didn't he, I don't blame him, this was dumb, look at all of the other men they look silly, I couldn't expect Brian to do this to himself."

Brooke looked confused, "What are you talking about?"

Then she added, "Heather, you mean you really don't see him?"

I looked up, my mascara hadn't run yet but it was a close thing, "He's here?"

"Of course he is, you underestimate how much he loves you."

"Where?" I didn't see him and I searched everywhere and didn't see him.

My eyes searched the room again, but none of the women who I suspected even bore the slightest resemblance to Brian.

Brooke smiled. I was even more upset, now angry at her as well as disappointed that I couldn't even recognize Brian.

"Look again and if you still can't find him, I will introduce you," she said obviously loving the fact I couldn't recognize my husband.

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Brooke had been really happy with how I "shined up." When we got to the parking lot for the event she asked me not to go straight up to Heather if she was already here or when she arrived.

"It will be really hard Kelly, but it will be worth it," We happened to be standing looking at our reflections. It was really weird seeing Brooke and this woman, me, standing together, so much so the fact she called me Kelly never even registered as being unusual.

So, I waited, Brooke did her social butterfly thing and I moved carefully, was careful not to speak too loudly or fall out of my heels. I looked at the people, thought about how everyone looked, had my favorite drink, a martini, just one, and listened.

Nobody really engaged me, I knew Brooke would be happy because none of the women thought I was a husband, and none of the women thought me to be another other than one of them. I did feel eyes on me and heard whispering from a few people wondering who I was and when my partner would be arriving.

Finally, I saw Heather come in and she took my breath away, she looked amazing, she had always had great style and taste but it had been so long since she had dressed up that I had forgotten just how sexy she looked when she did.

Something funny happened though, Heather was clearly looking for me but twice walked right by me, the second time only about ten feet from me, and didn't recognize me. Heather did two complete circuits of the room before I saw her stop and look around the room with an expression I recognized as disappointment, thought I could see the tears welling up and then I saw her rushing for the door.

I immediately turned to walk towards her and saw Brooke rushing towards her. Brooke gave me the stop sign and whirled her finger around at me, concerned but still doing what Brooke wanted, I turned back carefully and headed into the main ballroom.

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Brooke, seeing how near to tears I was, changed her mind and said, "Come on, I'll go with you."

I looked around, and I saw plenty of awesome-looking women, none of whom were men in drag, I walked through the ballroom for a third time, not seeing Brian. There were only a few people left when I noticed a woman I had noticed twice before. I had noticed her because she looked amazing, both times though I glanced at her left hand and immediately noticed a wedding ring and an engagement ring. I saw her again and I started to look away but looking at her more closely, I was captivated by her, her long blonde hair was styled, and she appeared slightly built until another woman walked past, and then I noticed she was larger than she appeared, her body looked great, then I noticed she didn't seem to move, but when she did move, she seemed a little unsteady on her heels.

"Holy shit, Brooke is that...."

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I have to admit the way Brooke prepared me was pretty amazing. When Heather first asked me to dress up, or I guess to cross-dress, I hadn't really figured it would be that hard. I had grown up with two older sisters who when I was little constantly thought it was fun to dress me up as a girl. I figured I would find one of Heather's dresses since we were close to the same size, although she was about twenty pounds lighter, I would buy some pantyhose, put on a little makeup, and maybe do a ponytail and I would be good to go.

When Brooke asked me what I had in mind, she snorted and said, "That's what I figured and that's what you'll see a lot of tonight, but that's not what we are going to do!!"

It turns out Brooke had previously gotten all of my measurements from Heather and had bought an outfit for me especially for tonight, looking at it now hanging in our bathroom I was sure I wouldn't want to see her next bill. She had planned everything from the smallest detail to how she was going to hide my cock. Which was something I had been wondering about too.

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As I approached this woman, she was obviously not like the other husbands in drag, I took Brooke's hand and squeezed it, "Brooke, thank you, Brian I can't believe it's you, you look stunning."

For such a beautiful-looking woman, it was very strange to hear her talk with Brian's voice, "Actually, Brooke and I discussed it, tonight call me Kelly, not Brian," the voice said quietly so only the three of us could hear.

I could feel bolts of electricity charge through my entire body; Brian, Kelly was saying words I dared not even think would be possible even five minutes ago.

Brooke smiled, "I told her to pick a name to use for tonight and she used it when we handed in our tickets, they didn't even bat an eye at us."

"Your middle name is Kelly," I smiled and I pulled her closer and kissed her on the lips. For a moment I thought about my fantasy in the shower and kissed her even more passionately.

We drew a few stares from the people around us as most of them did not think Kelly fit the description of a husband either, it sent a thrill up my spine thinking they actually might think were lesbians, already damp anticipating tonight, I could feel my wetness deepen and my nipples recovering from the roller coaster of the past few minutes and definitely getting harder.

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Using the instructions Brooke had written out and given to Heather for me, I washed my hair and showered using shampoo, crème rinse, and moisturizer Brooke had also included with the written instructions, those items plus more I hadn't peeked at yet had resided in a black leather bag from Brooke.