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The ad said: closeted transvestite looking for a mature friend. That same week I got into a pickup with tinted windows, not fully knowing what was waiting for me at the end of the trip.

The first time I entered his office I did it with my head down and a borrowed dress; I left feeling, at last, like myself.

Eight years abroad turned me into the woman I was always meant to be. But when I crossed the threshold at home, the first thing I found was Mauricio’s hungry look.

I was always a man of soccer and conquests, until the first thong brushed my shaved skin and I understood there was no going back.

I rolled down the window and spoke to her with my back still turned. When she turned, I knew that freckled blonde was going to change my whole weekend.

To the world we were two friends at the bar. Only I knew I had a black thong under my joggers, and that he knew it too.

I got there before Daniela and a girl offered me a drink at the bar. I didn’t know that night we’d end up the three of us in bed, doing things none of us had planned.

I’d been talking to him on the app for weeks, but until that night we’d never met. I had his body burned into my mind and an erection that wouldn’t let me think.

When the scissors finished their work, the mirror gave him back a gaze that was not quite his own. And the voice he heard in that salon would not leave him alone.

The wig, the dress, and the heels were in my desk drawer. My boss had known for months. And that changed everything between us.

Forty-three degrees, four in the afternoon, and her on the balcony with the camisole stuck to her body, knowing full well I was going to climb five floors.

He came every night, sat in the same spot, and never bothered anyone. He just watched her. And Sofía, who had already seen it all, began to look back.