Feminization

I asked for a bar job at a roadside club. Three weeks later I was serving drinks in a thong, heels, and a new name: Adriana.

I said yes to the game for one night only: a dress, a wig, and a name that wasn’t mine. I never imagined the girl in the mirror would look back as if she’d been waiting for me.

I got myself made up like a goddess to spend the night on camera. When the doorbell rang, it wasn’t the delivery guy: it was him, real and with the whole weekend ahead.

He was twenty-seven, had a girlfriend, and a tidy life. Then that neighbor looked at him on the bus as if he knew something Tobías had not yet dared to name.

The scanner emitted a red beep and, in that instant, I knew I would never again be the man who had walked into that room that morning.

That Friday he got into the car with a suitcase and some boxes I didn’t understand. Inside wasn’t work: it was the gift that would finally let me be who I’d always been.

Before receiving the council, she tugged the leash, and her pet emerged trembling from beneath the table, lost in pure worship.

That night I learned that giving her over completely meant renouncing my own virility while he took her over my face.

Lucía had always wondered what it would feel like with a man like her sister’s husband. That night she found out, while Tomás knelt waiting with a cage between his legs.

We hadn’t exchanged numbers, but I knew how to find him. I went back to the chat with one thought: to have him call me his kitty again.

He sat right beside me even though the theater was almost empty. His knee brushed mine and didn’t move away. Then his mouth found my ear, and I knew that afternoon belonged to him.

I thought it would just be the three of us having dinner. But my cousin invited her friends, and that night I discovered how far I was willing to go to please her boyfriend.

At fifty-three, single and bored, Ramiro discovered that supply and demand also work at three in the afternoon, on the sofa in his living room.

I put on the lingerie she would never wear and wait for him to knock on the motel door. I know he’ll come back: at home there’s a man starving.

He told me to close my eyes in front of the shop window. When I opened them, I knew Hugo wanted to see me turned into something I’d always wanted to be without daring to say it.

When they stepped out of the building in the pink skirt and bunny ears, they felt every stare pinning them down. And the toy kept throbbing inside both of them.

When my mother found the stains on my underwear, she thought the worst. She didn’t know Marco wasn’t hurting me: he was helping me stop being afraid of who I am.

He wore an impeccable suit, and beneath it, the lace only he could see. When the office latch clicked, Noa stopped being the perfect assistant.

Ten minutes off, a soccer video game, and a ridiculous bet were enough to unravel everything Bruno thought he knew about his friend in one afternoon.

One look from her after catching me on my knees by her bed was enough to break our friendship and begin something else: obeying every whim without protest.