Maximiliano bragged about being the alpha of the room until she walked through the door. One whisper and her perfume were enough to bring his smoke-and-mirrors empire crashing down in front of everyone.
I started by filling balloons with warm water so I’d feel like I had breasts. I ended up gluing them to my nipples and finding a pleasure I didn’t know I was looking for.
I accepted the date out of curiosity: to be the object my boss lends his friends. But what his partner wanted from me that night, I never could have imagined.
That night they shot me up with the first hormones and made me throw out all my men’s clothes. “You’ll see how pretty you get,” she said, smiling.
I had been wearing lingerie in secret for years. That week, far from home, I decided to find out what it felt like to do it for real, in a stranger’s bed.
I opened the door thinking the house was empty. The noise was coming from Marina’s room, and what I saw when I peeked in froze me in the doorway.
He hadn’t touched anyone in months when I started looking at my aunt differently. She prayed every night; all I could think about was how to bend her without guilt.
He came to my room to confront me about what happened on Saturday, but what he confessed afterward left me breathless: he had seen everything, and he liked it.
I carried her boxes up, made her coffee, and before I finished it, I already knew that neighbor was going to change every night I spent in that building.
My wife whispered in my ear that she wanted that young body too. That night, on the living room sofa, everything forbidden stopped being forbidden.
When I walked into his room that night, he was already waiting for me. There was something different in his gaze, something I had never seen in my son’s eyes before.
