Lingerie

I found her in the patio staring at me with wide eyes. She was wearing my thong and my black miniskirt. She didn’t scream. She just smiled and said she’d always wanted a little sister.

Going out in a thong and bra under my leggings was my secret ritual. I didn’t expect anyone to dare follow me. Or that I’d want them to so badly.

I lived on the farm and could wear women’s clothes all day without anyone bothering me. Until a stranger wrote saying he liked my photos.

The first time I put on someone else’s heels, I knew the image in the mirror was the most honest version of myself. It took me years to accept it.

The chat was burning with lingerie photos and promises of fire. Six people, three couples, one cabin. What happened that weekend stayed between us.

We were both completely naked, legs crossed, cups in hand, and that was when Sofía asked if I wanted to move in with her.

I pressed the buzzer with trembling fingers. I knew that beyond that door awaited someone capable of turning me into what I had always dreamed of being.

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.

Every time she squeezed my hand, I understood it: she was crossing and uncrossing her legs so he could see everything.

I was wearing my mother-in-law’s black lingerie set when the door opened. Lucía hadn’t brought only Patricia with her. My mother was there too.

I went up to the hotel wearing a red lace set under the dress he still hadn’t seen. We’d been waiting seven months for that moment.

They came down to the kitchen with serious looks on their faces. I thought it was over. What they said next turned that night into something none of us could undo.

The Saturday the house was empty, my mother-in-law came into the kitchen barefoot, wearing lingerie that wasn’t for her husband, and smiled like she already knew the ending.

The dress was French-blue voile, almost transparent. My father was in front of me. My husband to the left. And the French guest still didn’t understand what was going to happen that night.

Alone at home, wearing a thong and red lipstick, I looked in the mirror and felt no shame. I felt something far more interesting.

She wore fishnet stockings and a black skirt. I stood two meters away playing the stranger while he devoured her with his eyes from the floor.

I had waited months for that Saturday. High heels, lace lingerie, the estate all to myself. No one was supposed to see me. Then Roberto from the estate across the way arrived.

The bet was simple: the boldest costume wins. What Sonia didn’t expect was for Vera to walk out of her room wearing nothing but a bow and a smile.

The package arrived on a Tuesday without warning. Inside, three bikinis he’d chosen himself. The note said: “Try them on this afternoon. Two photos of each. Don’t improvise the angles.”

I was naked when I heard the music. I turned and there was Sofía, kneeling with a little box in her hands and tears in her eyes.