Doing Anything for Love

Author's note: All of the characters in this story and series are older than 18.

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Her back arched towards the ceiling and she felt her eyes rolling back. A long slow but very loud moan filled the small room. The floor was covered with sheets, a small black dress, two small thongs, one all black and one pink, decorated with little white hearts, and two empty wine glasses which sat precariously near the edge of the small nightstand. The scent of arousal lingered in the room and two bodies lay entangled and writhing on the bed.

The one woman moaning had her legs wrapped around the upper body of the other, both were naked, hair was tousled, and makeup worn away or long since absorbed into the damp sheets. Some of the dampness was sweat, but more of it was not.

The moon shone into the room with the windows open to let the cool night breeze lessen the heat from the two women. The one woman shivered, not from the coolness, but from the tongue, face, and knowing touch of the other woman who was held in place by the shapely and powerful thighs of the one moaning, now so loud both wondered about their neighbors complaining.

The last moan was the loudest, the legs and thighs tightened, went rigid, and her entire body shook uncontrollably, and then she came, the other woman not stopping until the first struggled to push her physically away from her. Then they both lay, side by side, hearts beating, chests heaving. Neither shy nor embarrassed by their nakedness, both now embracing each other. One minute disappeared, neither moved, five minutes passed, and neither was inclined to move.

Finally one spoke.

"Do you think Daddy is okay with all this?" Carly said after a long silence.

"You mean about you and me fucking each other's brains out every chance we get."

Carly punched her sister in the arm playfully, "No about Daddy becoming Kelly for Mom."

Naomi, didn't answer but eventually said, "Remember I asked Mom how many places she had been with Kelly?"

Carly didn't respond but didn't interrupt either.

At the time Naomi herself was more curious than shocked or upset. Both of them knew their mother would seem shocked they were taking this far better than she would have imagined.

"The gala night, the movies twice, to dinner twice, and for a few walks together," their mother had said quietly, trying not to sound too excited.

"How many people know?" Carly had asked.

"Brooke, my therapist, and now you two," their Mom had said as she texted them both a picture of Kelly.

"Nobody else has noticed, how does he look that good?" Both of them seemed to ask their mother together.

"Fuck, Mom, Daddy does look pretty hot as Kelly," Carly had said aloud while Naomi that thought the same thing, along with several other thoughts that she hadn't shared with her mom.

Now Carly took a moment to kiss Naomi and with her hand she made swirls on Naomi's flat tummy.

Both pictured their father as a woman recalling the texted picture. His long hair and fine features were obvious, his long legs and swimmer's body only helped with the imagery. Carly broke the spell.

"Did you ever think about Daddy going down on you?" Carly asked already knowing her answer.

"Don't give me that, you know I have and so have you, not only have we both thought about Daddy going down on us, but Mommy and especially Aunt Nancy too.

"Mmmmmmmm," Naomi, hummed, as they both let their fingers explore the other and occasionally their lips did too.

Carly, smiling added, "I couldn't believe the way mom described Kelly, that Brooke woman must have done a really good job, hell if my imagination is only half right, I could see why mom didn't recognize daddy."

"Did you notice Mommy blushing when you asked about Daddy's junk?" Naomi laughed.

Both had been surprised and a little turned on when their mother explained, almost nervously how Brooke told her that she tucked Brian's balls almost inside him and how those incredibly tight latex rubber panties kept everything in place.

"Kind of like Spanx?" Naomi said without really interrupting.

"Exactly."

Both were kind of turned on when Carly asked their Mom, "And you didn't mind Brooke seeing daddy naked and handling his cock and balls?"

They appreciated their mom's honesty when she said, "To tell you the truth, I never really thought about it, Brooke told me later she was tempted, but I had shared so much with her, I guess I trusted her, and actually, because of the guilt I have been feeling, I don't know that I would have been that upset had she done anything with Brian because it was Kelly who I really wanted."

There had been silence during that conversation for several moments while each of them thought about what their mother had said.

"So you are a lesbian," Naomi said as if it wasn't anything out of the ordinary to say to her mother. This time Carly didn't have a response.

Now, looking back at that conversation while lying on Carly's bed in the early evening darkness, both of them laughed at the irony, they knew their mother was still kind of in the closet, but they had no qualms themselves as they began kissing again.

Carly broke the kiss, "So mom wants to be a lesbian and she wants daddy to be one too..."

Naomi laughed and said, "I can't really blame her for wanting that," and she and Carly started kissing again, eventually reversing positions from before... and the moaning started to become louder again.

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"That's a relief," I said and now it was time for Brooke to look confused.

I looked across the table at her and said, "I really didn't think Kelly would work or be enough."

Brooke took my hand across the table as I spoke, "Brooke, as Kelly, I have tried so hard to be the perfect wife for Heather and my biggest fear was that you were going to say it wasn't enough and Heather wanted a divorce."

Brooke looked at me for a moment, and then squeezed my hand, "You wanted her to like Kelly more than you?" She paused and looked at me, concern written plainly on her face.

I nodded.

"Do you really understand what you are saying, Brian?" her hand squeezed mine harder, "Do you understand what you would be sacrificing, the journey you have in front of you?"

I laughed, trying to break the tension, "Yes Brooke, I guess I won't have to keep wearing those damn tight rubber underwear for much longer."

Brooke was completely shocked, I could understand why, of course, she didn't know all of the thoughts and conversations that I had leading up to this.

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"I can't ask him to do this."

"Heather, I've talked to him, I couldn't believe it myself, that he would be so willing to do this."

Brooke was careful not to say "... to do this for you," I think she knew how my guilt was tearing me apart because we both knew the only reason Brian was prepared to become Kelly was for me and the fact he was even willing to dress up like Kelly was unbelievable enough, the realization that he was prepared to permanently become she, to be Kelly was my greatest hope but also the source of my unimaginable guilt.

Brooke was about to say something when I spoke first.

"Why do you think he is so willing to become Kelly permanently?" I asked.

"In my opinion, professionally and personally, the first reason is that he really loves you."

"Secondly, Heather, nobody else I have ever known would even consider doing something like this," Brooke told me later she almost added immediately, "I don't know if it is even possible because usually someone who wants to transition must demonstrate gender dysphoria and Brian doesn't have that."

I looked at her, and she added, "Heather, he is doing this because he wants to, and yes it is for you, but he doesn't see it as a sacrifice he sees it as a chance to save your marriage and to continue to love you."

"He just has accepted, that I won't be happy unless she is my wife. How did he come to this so quickly?

"I don't know that it has been quick, I think Brian knows you really well, I think he understands how unhappy you are and has been," Brooke paused for a moment and then continued, "Heather, he has experienced you as Kelly, seen how alive you are around her, and I also think he has likely talked to someone, someone he really trusts and respects."

"Who," I asked, realizing it didn't matter, just the simple fact I never thought we would get this far should have been more than enough.

"Heather it doesn't matter who, what matters is you have a person who loves you and is willing to do anything for you, I think instead of wondering why, you and I should be helping him decide on a plan and what the first step in that plan should be."

"Brooke what should we do, my head is spinning, I can't believe this is actually real. What do we do next?"

"Ok," Brooke took a deep breath, "I will start asking about finding a clinic outside the States to help you and Brian," Brooke said holding my hand.

The next words were out of my mouth without any thought, "Why can't he do it here?"

Brooke then explained the importance of gender dysphoria and when she finished she must have noticed how depressed I had just gotten.

She smiled and squeezed my hand, "Don't look like that, it's just a temporary setback, there are clinics in Europe and Mexico that have more "relaxed" guidelines.

"You mean they'll do it for money?"

"Don't look so surprised, the positive thing is that Brian can likely start and finish earlier. He might even be able to start some of the process right here.

Brooke looked into my eyes and said, "Heather, this is going to take time and a lot of money, but it is doable."

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I think better when I swim. I came to the pool after I left Brooke. I didn't even notice anyone when I came out into the pool area. The locker room had been empty and there may have been a few people using the pool but I didn't notice them. I had dived in clean and began to swim laps.

Thinking... thinking... images entered and left my brain... voices were heard... more overlapped... swimming, one lap became two, then ten, twenty, and then I lost track.

Talking with Brooke, everything had seemed so simple and so crystal clear about what I had to do, but now I wasn't so sure.

She had been very supportive, had congratulated and complemented me on my sacrifice, and willingness to do something she said few men would be willing to do. After I walked out into the cool evening, doubts began to crowd that clarity. Lost in my thoughts I drove thinking and somehow ended up at the pool.

For the longest time, I didn't notice anyone in the water, then I noticed female legs standing close to my lane and I finally stopped.

I surfaced and stood on the pool bottom, with only my shoulders and head above water.

A familiar voice said, "Only one person I know can do as many laps as that."

"Hello Kate," I smiled, it had been too long since the last time we talked, but as I looked into those eyes, the years and our ages melted away, Kate was a friend, and perhaps it was true, we never really get over the first person we love as adults. Kate was my friend, she had been my first real love, and she was my only true regret, she was someone who I had to let slip away from me.

"Let's go get a drink Brian, I could always tell when you needed to talk."

Our meeting was accidental, maybe a coincidence, but she might be exactly the perfect person for me to talk to.

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Brooke knew she was in too deep.

She had promised herself after the fiasco in Austin this would not happen again. She knew how it had happened despite all of her careful boundaries; now she was stuck.

Thankfully, she had stopped cashing Heather's cheques months ago. She hadn't really been in that deep at that point she tried to say to herself. She could legitimately say what she was doing now was personal. She thought about that as the elevator stopped at the right floor.

Adjusting her long coat, she allowed herself a smile on the glass walls of the small compartment. She almost opened the coat, wondering if whoever checked the video camera would notice, she almost did but she knew what was waiting for her would be even better than the momentary adrenaline thrill she would get opening her coat before the camera. The chime rang as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open.

Hair up, tied with a red ribbon, full makeup, red lipstick, nails, and toenails, the bottom of the coat revealed five-inch stilettos, an ankle bracelet, and tanned feet that connected to tanned legs and a fully tanned Brooke underneath.

She noticed the room numbers increasing, she walked with a practiced sway of her hips, she felt her pulse quicken and felt the slight sweat that she always felt before doing something like this. This was something she wanted. Did it bother her that Heather was a friend, that she wanted her husband to be a woman? Did she feel guilty that night face to face with Brian's amazing cock, all of those emotions and images filled her senses, did she feel guilty about her own husband?

No. She didn't feel guilty then and she didn't feel guilty now.

What she felt was desire. Pure desire and she watched her hand as her fingers rapped on the door... she knew too, if the shoe or overcoat was on her husband, it would be his fingers rapping on the door. "No, I don't feel guilty."

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"Brooke isn't taking any money for helping us."

I was completely unprepared for the letter, and the consequences of opening it.

Now sitting in a hotel room, not noticing any of the details other than the darkness and lights outside the window, I read the letter for about the hundredth time, it wasn't what that first line said that made me question why I was here.

I thought about the irony of how Heather and I were dating now, actually, it wasn't really Heather and I, it was Heather and Kelly who were dating. Now even when we were just going to run errands together I was going as Kelly. As Kelly we held hands, kissed in public, drew stares and whispers from people who knew Heather but not the woman who was the object of Heather's affection.

We were no longer seen as Heather and Brian. Now in addition to Mrs. Robinson, more than a dozen friends had quietly told me that my wife of almost twenty years was unfaithful, and most shocking of all to them was that Heather appeared to be a lesbian now.

Stories were getting back to our daughters, both of whom thought the stories were funny. Replying back publicly they supported both Heather and I, telling people they were happy their mother was happy and saying their father was taking it well and adapting. Both genuinely appreciated what I was doing to save our marriage and how inspiring it was that I was giving up so much for Heather.

Each "date" ended the same way, with Heather nude and me almost so. I had to purchase multiple sets of the tight "cock hiding" Spanx panties and that is usually all I wore as Heather and Kelly made their connections. Heather and I would do everything except fuck, she would have orgasm after orgasm, totally engrossed in being loved by a lesbian as a lesbian.

We had the same conversation at least half a dozen times since the first time and now it was written into this letter in my hands. "Kelly I know it hasn't been fair to me enjoying you as a woman, without allowing you to have an orgasm. The guilt has been tearing me apart, you must think I'm so selfish," I looked up from the paper for a moment and then started again, "I want to even the score, even if you don't mind, you have been incredible Brian." It was usually the only time she actually referred to me as Brian.

Absent-mindedly I glanced at my watch before continuing to read, "I know that you have already been making plans with Brooke for hormones, and electrolysis, and she has even wanted the three of us to discuss the next steps."

I remember how my heart was in my throat as I read the letter the first time.

"Brian, Brooke thinks you deserve something for your unselfishness and willingness to change your body for me. Sometimes I think I have been so selfish and unappreciative and the guilt has been overwhelming. Thank you, thank you, thank you, you are saving me, you are saving our marriage, our family, and I want you to experience something one more time."

I didn't need a reward for becoming Kelly, I could understand the guilt but it was misplaced, I didn't think of what I was doing as a sacrifice. I stared at the wall, my eyes not seeing anything, for several moments before I began reading it again.

I read the remainder of the letter, and each time I read it, my disbelief was the same, I knew the words would say the same things, but I hoped they would be different. Each time I got stuck on one sentence. "Brian I want you to know that Brooke and I have discussed this and she has my full permission to sleep with you as Brian."

My brain refused to accept that there would be more...

I sat there in the now-darkening hotel room until finally, I heard the knocking, I knew who it would be, I knew it was wrong according to the rules drilled into me by the nuns of my childhood.

I went to the door; I didn't have to look. I pulled the chain back and opened the door.

She didn't say anything, she leaned into me and kissed me on the lips pushing me back into the room.

Brooke paused only for a moment to close the door, her lips never leaving mine.

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I looked at the invoices. I'm not sure Brian meant for me to read them and normally I wasn't that interested in our household budget. Not to be sexist or stereotypical, but I had never really been interested. We each made good money, we had a nice house, took vacations, the twin's education was paid for and we had money in the bank.

I had been looking for something I knew Brian kept by our computer and that's when I found the folder. Brooke and I had been talking about Kelly's transformation ever since Brian had agreed, but we hadn't even spoken with Brian yet. I shouldn't have been surprised though, Brian was a project manager and knew how to plan.

The folder laid out a complete plan with several handwritten notes. Kelly would be ineligible for Brian's insurance because she didn't fit the profile for gender surgery and although there was a note saying his doctor would support her, we would be paying for most of the costs. Brian had itemized the costs and had created a plan. I had no idea he had done all of this. I noticed several items on the checklist were ticked.

"Laser hair removal," Tuesdays from 6:30 to 8, Tuesday was the night I worked late. There was a receipt for Estrogen from our doctor; both had dates from last week. I scanned down the list and just about fainted when I saw the cost but Brian hadn't even seemed concerned when Brooke and I asked him if he was sure.

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"You've started already?" Brooke said.

"Actually I started that first night," he smiled as she kissed him lightly on the lips.

"How so?"

"I haven't cut my hair and I had already been letting it get longer. Also, after seeing how passionate Heather is for Kelly and not for me, I began doing some research and setting money aside from the money I inherited from my father."

I laughed and she asked what was so funny, "My father, he thought I was a sissy when I shaved my legs and then kept everything shaved in high school, I think he would come back from the dead if he knew his money was going to pay for my sex reassignment surgery."

"Insurance won't cover it?"

"Nope, I am not gender dysphoric, I am going to become Kelly, for Heather, not because I have always secretly wanted to be a woman... although to be totally honest, it does kind of turn me on a little, I guess I have you to thank for that because of how sexy you made Kelly."

She kissed him again, pushing her body against his, "And you are okay being with me tonight?"