Doing Anything for Love

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

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How did I feel about Brooke sleeping with Brian?

It was an interesting and complicated question because the answer was not as straightforward as it might seem.

I had actually given him permission, and her as well. I wasn't angry and I wasn't jealous. Maybe I didn't mind because I knew I didn't have sex with him. After all, Kelly was taking care of all of my needs... in my mind, I guess I was already thinking of Brian and Kelly as separate people which I think was helping me deal with the guilt of what I was asking Brian to do. I loved Brian but wanted him to be Kelly all of the time.

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For the first few weeks, I hadn't noticed anything different and actually wondered if there was something wrong with the medication I was taking. I hadn't actually told anyone except my doctor what I was taking. We had been roommates in College for a while and we had remained friends ever since. He had tried to talk me out of doing it at first. He knew Heather, he knew how I felt about her and how devastated I would be without her and eventually, he understood and agreed to help me "off the books."

He told me I would have to pay out of pocket because this type of MTF transition isn't medically supported by my health insurance, but he said he would help with what he could.

Each day I mentally went through the possible side effects, I hadn't had any mood swings, I thought. With the weekly laser hair removal, I couldn't really tell if there was any slowing down of my body hair but I was looking forward to the day when I wouldn't have to shave everything. Despite checking daily there hadn't been any developing breasts to see.

Brooke seemed shocked that I had begun taking the prescription without telling anyone but I did explain everything to Heather when she said she found the invoices.

Heather had said she always thought my insurance would cover most of the costs and was shocked at how much it was going to cost us. When I told her the money didn't matter if spending it would save our marriage, her reaction was to kiss me passionately as Brian for the first time in forever, although as she was thanking me twice she accidentally referred to me as Kelly, to which I laughed and told her she would have to wait a little bit longer.

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When I was making out with Kelly, I tried to be discrete about checking, but I was pretty sure Kelly knew what I was looking for. I think after about 8 weeks I could detect her breasts getting a little more pronounced. I knew not to expect miracles, I didn't really know what to expect but her nipples were bigger, her areola seemed larger, and there was a hardness that didn't seem to match what was there before. I didn't say anything to Kelly, but I did attack her with more vigor each time we were naked together.

So far as people around me knew; Brian and Kelly were different people, I was going out with Kelly so much now most of the gossiping seemed to have settled down, although some people like Mrs. Robinson were now completely ignoring me. At work, some people were definitely giving me the "icy treatment," I figured because Brian was so popular with everyone, especially his and my female coworkers. More than once I heard the soft whispers and comments, "bitch, slut, lesbian slut," and as much as I knew I should be offended, secretly I was increasingly aroused and more than a little turned on by hearing those comments.

Kelly and I talked about it on one of our Friday night "date nights." We discussed what everyone was saying about us, which friends were okay with us and which ones were not. Brooke joined us unexpectedly; she looked ravishingly beautiful as always. She and I had kept up our weekly sessions and now she was seeing Kelly too, although I suspect, Brian might be sometimes the main participant. It turned out Kelly had invited Brooke to join us tonight.

We were three glasses of wine deep and into dinner and conversation when Brooke surprised both Kelly and me by saying, "I think it's time you told people what's really going on."

"Because of all of the gossip?" I asked and then added, "I actually don't mind people thinking I'm some sort of lesbian slut, it kind of makes me feel like a bad girl and to be honest I kind of like it."

Brooke smiled, took my hand, and squeezed it as she kissed me full on the lips, holding the kiss long enough for three old ladies at the next table to be mortified.

"I know sweetie, but it's not for you, it's for Brian."

I must have looked surprised because both Brooke and Kelly laughed at the look on my face.

"What about Brian?" I asked.

"You haven't told her," Brooke asked Kelly.

"I wanted to surprise her," Kelly responded, and despite how much I trusted both of them I was wary.

Kelly began, "I think I should tell people because it is starting to get harder and harder to hide what is happening to me, plus I want to book my bottom surgery next week."

I may have been shocked but I wasn't complaining and excitedly added, "I didn't think that could happen until after being on estrogen and the other hormones for a year."

Brooke explained, "There really isn't a reason to wait, because you and Kelly are paying for this, that surgery can be done anytime. Kelly will still take the hormones to develop her boobs and shift things around some more, but I have already spoken to some people and they think there shouldn't be any issues."

I looked at Kelly, "And you want to tell people?"

Kelly spoke, but it was Brian's voice, "I am going to need some time off work and once the bottom surgery is done, I get to stop using those Spanx panties, and besides I want to become Kelly all of the time."

Brooke said, "You both understand there will be more surgeries and procedures for Kelly's appearance, including getting her breasts done, but we thought you would be excited.

I let the "we" pass without wondering what else Brian and Brooke had been up to, I looked at Brian, he looked so amazing as Kelly, and I asked, "Are you sure?"

Kelly, said, "I love you, Heather, I wish I could have everything done in one day, but I think this will help us both the sooner it is done."

I looked at Brian/Kelly, leaned across, and kissed her for a very long time, this time actually hearing those three old women use the words I had mentioned before, but I didn't care.

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Brian's body had changed, Brooke noticed as much as Heather, but maybe Brooke was aware because Heather was really only interested in Kelly.

Brooke could see the subtle changes, Brian's ass was a little more rounded, and his muscle tone was still that of a swimmer, but his toning and angles all looked slightly more rounded or lighter as well. His long hair seemed thicker, and the laser hair removal and the effects of estrogen had virtually eliminated all of his body hair and the need to shave anymore.

Kelly's breasts were getting bigger and Brooke had seen the changes and responded by playing with them in their meetings, several times while Brian was naked and she was fully dressed teasing that Kelly was a carpenter's dream, "Flat and easy to nail."

Brooke had been supportive of Brian coming out but was a little worried about how fast everything was moving, but knew Brian didn't think it was moving fast enough. It had been his idea to book the bottom surgery when he found out there wasn't really any reason to wait. Brooke had secretly been hoping for something, something she hadn't shared with anyone, but it was a thought she found increasingly hard not to share. She didn't know how Heather would react and was afraid to jeopardize the very close and personal relationship she and Heather had.

She did know she was running out of time. Time had been running out because of the continuous use of estrogen and other hormones Brian was taking every day, and now Brian's bottom surgery looming, if she was going to do something, it had to be soon.

Her desires had been encroaching from her subconscious into increasing her waking hours. The possibility of satisfying those desires was disappearing daily like sand in an hourglass.

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The wine was very good. Maybe too good as they had passed that invisible boundary between pleasantly buzzed to "the not sure of what is real and what isn't stage." Dreams weren't supposed to be in color, were they? This was and it sure felt real... oh yes this had to be real, "hmmmm."

The sheets were a mess, and clothes were strewn here and there, it was a hotel room; a nice one, but still a hotel room, despite being nice they all looked the same. The lights were on and the curtains opened with a cool breeze cooling the air of what had been a hot Texas day.

Sounds, soft sounds, little sounds, loving sounds, wet sounds, and muffled sex sounds filled the room and a few even escaped into the busy city sounds outside the balcony.

A woman lay on her back, her nude body nearer the end of the bed with her legs hanging over the edge. Her body was supple and toned, with a few small tattoos decorating parts of her anatomy that were only meant to be seen by her intimate partners, two of whom were sharing the bed with her. One was balanced on a pair of bent knees, her eyes closed and her neck arched back. She was balanced in a kind of reversed cowgirl over the prone woman's face and head.

The hidden woman's hands and fingers pulling and holding her in place, invisible to the third person, and judging from the sounds she was making and the way her body was moving, the hidden woman's tongue was doing all the right things.

The third person stood at the end of the bed. They seemed taller than the others, although it was difficult to guess exactly how tall the prone and hidden woman was. It really didn't matter to any of them. The standing person's body was taut, and there were unmistakable signs of years of exercise and self-discipline. The hair was long and mostly in a ponytail except for a few unruly strands that only added to the person's beauty.

At least two of them had worn makeup at some point, only the smallest traces remained, lost during the pairing, unpairing, and coupling that had proceeded what was happening now.

The standing person's features were soft and hard at the same time. The arms and shoulders were sculpted and smooth, feminine but hinted at masculine strength. The legs and ass were equally curvy and solid as well. On such a beautiful woman her boobs, not surprisingly her hard nipples looked almost painfully erect, but overall her breasts seemed disproportionately small, nearly unfinished.

Standing between the legs of the prone woman, now almost impossible to miss but what had been largely hidden before was the cock and balls of a well-endowed male, looking equally inviting and sexy but totally unexpected on her.

The prone woman's legs were spread and the standing woman knelt and licked the length of the woman's pussy with her tongue...

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I had written the letter, rewritten it at least a dozen times, and now sat in front of our CEO, a friend I had known since college. A friend who had been to our house many times and who invited me to his many times. We now had sat in silence for almost five minutes, him looking at my letter. Ironically I was not nervous, I had been before arriving, but now I had told him and given him the letter.

Finally, he looked up and said, "I had wondered about the longer hair, and my wife had told me about Heather sleeping around with a woman," he paused and then started again, "I had wondered about telling you about Heather and that Kelly woman several times but I knew how much you loved Heather and just couldn't bring myself to tell you, to let you know she was cheating on you."

I said, "I understand, I wrestled about when and how to tell you too, you have been my friend forever."

He looked at the letter one more time and finally laughed and reached across the desk, "Brian I can't say that I would do the same thing, but whatever support I can offer, you can count on me."

While not nervous, I now felt a huge feeling of relief, getting his support was important, this would have been so much more difficult had he chosen a different response. I liked my job and knew I was good at it; now with Bob's support, it would not be in jeopardy, and best of all it would really help other people to accept me and maybe even understand.

"Brian," he said as if reading my mind, "I can sway a lot of people, but not everyone will be supportive and not everyone will understand."

"I know, but after you, I wanted to tell the executive committee in our next meeting and then everyone else afterward."

"Are you prepared for people's reactions?"

"As much as I can be."

"Brian, you have balls."

"At least until next week," and he laughed, "You've told everyone you're on holiday for your extended vacation?"

"Six weeks, but I am available for calls after two weeks."

"Good luck Br... I mean Kelly, and I mean that," Rob said.

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The prone woman felt the cock push harder and she tried as much as possible to relax her muscles and then felt the familiarity as it stretched her. They both had reacted better than she had expected, both had said "Yes" almost at the same time and then looked at each other and laughed, "Jinx."

Her tongue and face pushed hard against Heather's pussy and both her hands gripped Heather's ass so tightly she was sure her fingernails would leave welts for days after. Her view of Heather was obscured but she knew what she was doing and knew Heather's back would be arched, her eyes rolled back in her head, and incoherent sounds would be coming from deep inside her.

At least that's what she would be thinking if Brian's cock wasn't seeming to be splitting her apart at the same time. Her own pleasure dominated her attention, while Brian's cock reminded her that Brian was a man, the image in her mind was of Kelly, her long hair, increasingly feminine body, small but developing boobs, and hardening nipples. She was right where she had dreamed about being, this was everything and more that she had remembered from the last time.

Now for a moment, she remembered being with Cheryl and Rebecca, every time she remembered the pleasure they shared, she wished that she had experienced Richard as well during her transition. Long after Richard had become Rebecca, Brooke had wished she had done this before Richard had gone to Montreal, their sex had been incredible, but now with Brian fucking her with his thick cock, Brooke could hardly breathe much less remember.

While Brooke's fingers and tongue explored Heather, Kelly explored her own body as Brian pounded her with a ferocity that she hadn't expected and her own sounds matched Heather's intensity and volume.

Brooke could feel the waves of energy building inside her and hope both Heather and Brian felt the same way.

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The doctor looked at the file and shook her head, "This wasn't how this was supposed to work, they had a process."

She reread the referral and swore softly so that nobody else would know how she felt. This was the challenge of working with patients with national health care plans and other patients who paid for their own health care.

The referring doctor from Austin was a colleague and former classmate, "I wouldn't normally ask, but Brian is a close friend and when you realize why he is asking for this, I trust that you will accommodate his request."

She still didn't like it, but she had agreed, the story had been compelling, and the clinic could always use the money.

She turned as the orderly came into the room and said, "Doctor, Kelly is ready in number 3."

The doctor closed the file and headed to wash up, it was time to go to work.

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I looked at the clock. It might have been the twentieth time in the past 10 minutes. I had wanted to be with Kelly for this but there had been a problem with my flight booking. The airline people apologized but somehow Kelly's flight had been overbooked, Kelly had said she would be fine and I said I would be there for her recovery.

I couldn't focus on anything, I knew it was a waste of time for me to be at work, but that would have been true no matter where I was, at the moment I couldn't even remember how long the operation was. I remember Kelly saying the time varied depending on the person and what was being done. I did remember it was booked to begin 10 minutes ago which was in a different time zone, but it was still 10 minutes ago.

Kelly was getting a lot done, I was worried, I was excited, I was guilty because I should have been there. The twins were shocked at the airline, both of them were concerned for Kelly/Brian/Daddy, and they were waiting for updates. Brooke and Kate were waiting for information as was Kelly's boss.

At some level, I knew she was Brian, but because she was dressed as Kelly almost 24/7 now, it was just easier and more exciting to call her Kelly.

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What I remember of that first day was that I felt the warmth of the sun. My body hurt. It hurt everywhere not just where I expected it to. It was also exciting, feelings I had been accustomed to for more than forty years were either gone or different, despite the bandages and packing.

I knew I was not the first person to do this and even though I thought I was prepared; this was not what I expected. I lay there for the longest time with my eyes closed, knowing that I wasn't a man anymore, I had mentally changed gears or thought I had, but I lay on the bed in my room with a huge smile on my face, I was a woman.

Fortunately, I wasn't alone for long, the nurses came and went, checking on things, beginning to teach me how to help my body heal and it was because of the drugs, some I understood and others were lost for the moment, soon I was asleep again. When I woke up on what must have been the second day Heather was there holding my hand.

She had brought messages from Bob, telling me that both Brian and I were missed at work. Thanks to him, the whispers and misunderstandings had been few and far between and everyone was looking forward to Kelly coming back to work. Kate and Brook both spoke to me online as did the twins, both of whom said many inappropriate things about their new mom based on curiosity about the surgery, how my plumbing had been rewired, when and could I have a real orgasm, could I have sex, how did I feel about getting fucked either with a strap-on dildo or by a real-live cock.

Heather explained how the answers were yes to everything, they both giggled, although they already knew that yes I could have an orgasm, and hopefully sooner than later I added.

The first recovery day became the second, the first week was a blur of pain, being incredibly uncomfortable, and constant prodding and poking but nothing of the fun kind.

The second week I was back in Austin, still as sore as ever. It was hard to believe I had voluntarily signed up for this. By the third week, there was some improvement. Bob called and authorized an additional two weeks' leave.

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Before I knew it I had to return to work, although I started off working every other day and it was several weeks after this on a day I was home and Heather was working. Before leaving that morning she suggested I try to get a little sun, enough time had gone that anybody looking at me would never have known I was anything other than a mid-to-late thirty-something woman.

Brooke had laughed several weeks earlier that I wasn't cleared for any "action" I could get a suntan and Heather said today finally be a good day to spend some serious time doing that.

"Why don't you do it in the nude, that'll get Mrs. Robinson going," Heather smiled as she kissed me goodbye with a long passionate kiss at our front door. She was dressed for business, and all I wore was one of Brian's old tee shirts. Standing in the doorway she had her hands on my ass letting the tee rise up and flashing anyone who might be watching.