Feminization

I came home with my body still trembling from the night before. I never expected to find him sitting on the sofa with my laptop open on the table.

The morning after the party, Daniela and Selene are already planning something bolder: finding two men to make this birthday an unforgettable night.

He left the sheet on the bed, folded in four, with my new name written at the top. Every line was an order, and I already knew I would obey them all.

I slid my red nails over my hairless skin and smiled: in a few hours I would stop being the quiet girl from the fourth floor and become something else again.

Mara helped me fasten the red dress and whispered that the night would be mine. I didn’t know the village’s most respected man would be among the guests.

No one looked at me at that party. I rubbed the lamp out of boredom and wished for a body no one could ignore; I never imagined the price.

When the obi tightened around her waist, she knew there was no turning back: every fold erased a little more of her, and she had never desired anything with such shame.

I went in as a frightened student and came out as her. Behind the black curtain, without names or faces, I discovered how much I wanted a stranger to use me.

The night before leaving, we turned on the screen, played the videos from that mansion, and let the memories prepare us for what the island had in store.

Carmen explained the rules: bathe twice a day, obey every bell, and never ask questions. That night, I understood what kind of niece my uncle wanted.

I kept it as evidence for the case, but that night, alone, I slipped the silk over my body and saw in the mirror someone who had been waiting years for me.

I had never set foot outside dressed as a woman. That early morning, I painted my lips in a gas-station bathroom and drove to him without thinking about what would follow.

I always wondered where he got so much money. When he finally showed me, my best friend stood before me in white stockings and with a smile that changed everything.

I heard her firm footsteps in the kitchen and lowered my gaze, afraid to meet it. I was no longer the man I had been: I was what she had decided I would be.

She entered the dining room as a servant and left as someone else. That night, before the fire, she chose which name to let burn forever.

When he knocked on my door that afternoon, I knew he'd seen everything: the wig, the dress, the woman I kept hidden. And in his eyes there was no mockery, only hunger.

I accepted the invitation because I felt special. I woke up naked, with a collar on my neck and a woman who had already decided what she’d turn me into.

I didn’t sleep all night. At dawn she would dress me, make me up, and take me to the place where they would decide what kind of man I would remain… if I remained one at all.

I had spent months becoming someone else in front of the mirror. That night, in a stranger’s bed, I discovered how far my new skin could take me.

Before the mirror in that room, a box of unfamiliar garments opened, and each one he put on erased a little more of the man who had entered.