Feminization

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 led an orderly life. Then a neighbor looked at him on the bus as if he knew what Tobías dared not name.

The scanner gave a red beep and, in that instant, I knew I would never again be the man who had entered 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 always wondered what it would feel like with a man like her sister’s husband. That night she found out, while Tomás waited on his knees 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 nearly empty. His knee touched 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’d never wear and wait for him to knock on the motel door. I know he’ll return: there’s a man starving in his home.

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 but never dared say out loud.

When they stepped outside in the pink skirt and bunny ears, they felt every gaze fixed on them. And the toy was still throbbing inside them both.

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 immaculate suit and, underneath it, the lace only Adrián could see. When the office door clicked shut, 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.

It took only her catching me on my knees beside her bed for friendship to break and something else to begin: obeying every one of her whims without a word.

The first time she ordered me to paint my toenails, my hands shook. Not from fear: from wanting to obey her.

It was enough for her to look at my bare feet on the cold tiles to understand, before I did, what kind of man I could become if she ordered me to.