I Asked My Crossdresser to Welcome Me as a Man
The moment I crossed that door, I stopped being me. He was waiting for me without a wig or makeup, with a bad-boy smile and my new name already chosen.
The moment I crossed that door, I stopped being me. He was waiting for me without a wig or makeup, with a bad-boy smile and my new name already chosen.
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.
He was sure nobody could hypnotize him. He sat down in the armchair with a smug smile, not suspecting that this woman had already decided what she was going to turn him into.
By day I signed as Tomás and no one suspected a thing. That folder accidentally opened on my boss’s tablet was going to shatter eighteen months of silence in one blow.
All it took was for her to make an insinuating move for me to get on all fours. That night I discovered she had two surprises hidden away, and only one was for me.
I climbed the stairs barely able to walk, my dress reeking of the whole night. I had no idea my mom was awake, waiting for me in the hallway.
That woman looked me up and down, smiled, and said the line that would change my life: with a little makeup, I could pass for a real little girl.
They said he wasn’t fit to be the lead. But that ass, the producer murmured with the camera on him, that ass has a future in this industry.
The first time I knelt before my cousin, I stopped being who I was. What came after changed my body forever.
I had spent years dressing in secret in my sister’s clothes. The night he waited for me at that hotel, I stopped pretending and became who I had always been.
He shut the bathroom door, looked at himself in the mirror in the short blouse and wet lace, and knew there was no way back tonight.
I’d spent weeks wearing lingerie under my clothes, but that night, alone in the house, I decided to become completely the woman he wanted to see.
Months have passed since Esteban ceased to exist. I wake every morning wrapped in pink silk, ready to serve the woman who rewrote my entire mind.
I expected lies the night I confronted him. I didn’t expect to get wet imagining him on his knees, becoming what he had always wanted to be.
He left the door open for me. All I had to do was arrive, dress up as Valeria, and forget forever the boy I no longer wanted to be.
In the hotel mirror, that bikini did not fit me. Nothing fit me since they decided what kind of body I deserved.
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.
Daniel took the wrong alley at the wrong moment. Weeks later, in front of the mirror, a stranger with his gaze was starting to appeal to him more than she should.
When he opened the bag, he found a burgundy bra and a note: “Get familiar with the sensations. Tomorrow we begin in earnest.” There was no turning back.
That night I put on the skirt, tights, and heels I kept hidden in the wardrobe. I had no idea someone across the hall had been watching.