Confessions

I had to sleep on the floor of my own room. My sister and her husband were in the bed. We’d been waiting for the moment for months. That night was the moment.

I spent two hours in her sitting room answering questions as if it were a job interview. In a way, it was.

I spent forty-seven years being exactly who I was supposed to be. One night, holding my wife’s lingerie in my hands, changed that forever.

I always believed I was a man like any other. Until I discovered lingerie, dildos, and the certainty that something in me had been sleeping, waiting to wake.

We went from client and prostitute to something with no name. On that beach vacation, she broke the taboos she had carried all her life.

We had spent months building something unnamed. The afternoon I finally dared to ask him, I knew there was no turning back.

The man put his hand on Lucía’s skirt and she didn’t move. I was crushed among bodies and what I felt was not what I expected from myself.

I hadn’t seen her in months. When I saw her at the restaurant entrance with her round belly and those dark eyes, I knew I still wanted her as much as before, maybe more.

He ran a stone down my back, murmured something I couldn’t understand, and suddenly I wanted only one thing: for that man to take me. I don’t know if it was witchcraft. I know I didn’t resist.

I’d carried that nameless curiosity for years. When Diego appeared in the cove, alone and with time to spare, something changed before the day was over.

I stood in the doorway with my wine in hand and looked at him from far away. He looked up. I smiled. No more words were needed.

When I asked her to open her legs a little and the guy in the back couldn’t stop staring, I knew that fantasy was only the beginning.

When I arrived at his apartment that Saturday afternoon, I had shaved everything and I wasn’t wearing underwear. I knew exactly what I was going for. Or so I thought.

Natalia and I shared a room. That was all. But when we turned out the light and our bodies were inches apart, the plan changed.

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.

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.

She entered the confessional to talk about her dreams. When she left the sacristy, she was no longer the same. Eighteen years old, she had just discovered what her body had been asking for months.

I spent the night unable to sleep, phone in hand, waiting for her call. I had staked everything on that letter, and I didn’t know if I had lost it all.

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.