Anal

I was twenty-one and had never been with a trans woman. Valentina changed that in one night with her body, her calm, and the way she guided me without judgment.

I was wearing my boldest lingerie and hoping someone would notice me. When he appeared among the gardens and saw me cross my legs, I knew the week would be different.

The professor stopped under the trees and slipped his hand under my skirt. It was the first time someone had touched me like that, and I didn’t want him to stop.

Marcos arrived on time in his dark suit, smelling of expensive cologne. When I closed the apartment door, I knew we were both about to cross a line.

I went to drop off a package for my mother-in-law and ended up with my hands on something that wasn’t her ankle. I can’t regret a thing.

When Rodrigo arrived with “him,” it took me several minutes to understand that that perfect body and those hips belonged to a man. That night everything changed.

I thought the house next door had been empty for months. When the study light came on one night, I discovered I had been someone’s show for weeks.

I knew them from when I dated their daughter. Years later I ran into them on the coast, and something in Valeria’s eyes told me that summer would be different.

Matías was burying himself in me slowly while I tried not to make a sound. Then I heard the door open and knew she’d come back earlier than expected.

That afternoon I found one of his movies. That night he came back drunk, opened my bedroom door, and I knew something was going to break forever.

We got to the ninth floor almost out of patience, she drunk on desire and me ready for anything. What I didn’t expect was to find her mother awake, with the screen lit up.

He was my son; he’d come back the night before. At seven in the morning I walked into the bathroom without thinking and found him in front of the mirror, wearing nothing.

I arrived with my T-shirt stuck to my body from the heat, and she opened the door with that smile she had spent years pretending not to have.

She opened the door in a badly tied robe, heels on, and a smile that wasn’t a welcome. Her husband wasn’t there, and she knew it when she let me in.

We had been talking for three weeks without meeting. When I finally crossed the door to his apartment that night, I knew I wouldn’t come out the same.

When I crossed the bridge and saw the woman in the black coat waiting for me, I knew nothing I wrote in my piece could tell the truth of that week.

I found her crying on the sofa, her blue robe barely tied. When I told her she was beautiful, I already knew that night I wouldn’t be just her son anymore.

My husband had whispered it to me so many times in bed that it no longer sounded like a fantasy. That night, the professor walked through the door and it all became real.

A proposal made amid laughter in front of the cabin TV opened a door my sisters and I could never close again.

When we arrived at my father-in-law’s house, I thought the send-off would be like any other—until I saw my mother-in-law coming down the stairs with that look I already knew.