Submission

No one at the firm imagined what Lorena did during lunch break, two floors down, behind a door she always locked.

When the final applause faded, Damián locked the dressing-room door and knew that voice—and everything else—belonged to him that night.

When my new boss invited me to stay the night, I learned what had happened to her previous secretary—and discovered something about myself.

He had spent the whole summer groping where he shouldn't. That afternoon by the pool, he discovered someone had been watching—and that his luck had run out.

I always thought I knew my brother. Then I went into his room, saw what he was hiding on his screen, and realized nothing between us would ever be the same.

The black chest waits in the middle of the living room like a plastic coffin. When the mask zipper climbs up his nape, Tomás stops being a man and starts being a thing.

When I went down to the library that afternoon, I had no idea my stepmother and her imposing partner had already decided what kind of man they were going to make of me.

She went down the stairs convinced no one knew anything. The man at the lot was waiting with a crooked smile and a photo that changed everything.

When Damián closed the door and left on a trip, Mariela already knew that a whole week alone with Rodrigo would change everything between them.

She knew exactly what she wanted that night: a man who would look at her as though she belonged to him and give her no respite. All she had to do was cross the door of that room.

Everyone suspects what I am from the way I dress, but I never confirm it. It’s my secret, and telling it anonymously turns me on more than anything else.

He came out of the shower with the towel at his waist, as always that afternoon. But that neighbor’s look wasn’t the usual one, and he knew it before he even opened his mouth.

When the doorbell rang, Babacar ordered him to open the door wearing only that ridiculous thong. His friend came in smiling, and Tomás knew that night he no longer belonged to himself.

I walked out of that meeting with my blood boiling. That night I didn’t want to play soft: I wanted to destroy the two boys waiting for me on their knees on the mattress.

Marcos asked me to look gorgeous by the time he got home. While Carla was doing my hair, I remembered everything I did to be his—and what I’m still willing to give.

Saúl's last message had arrived seven days earlier: “Six o'clock. Don't be late.” And at six on the dot I went upstairs, my pulse in my throat and my body decided before my mind.

I thought it would be just one afternoon and one stranger. I never imagined each one would teach me something different, or that the third would leave me voiceless for two days.

She said she’d be home late, but when I opened the bathroom door, candlelight revealed her favorite lie: she was naked, waiting for me.

She arrived at the school with her son’s expulsion letter in her handbag. She left with trembling knees and a secret she could never tell her husband.

In the mirror I stopped being Sebastián. I put on her stockings, her skirt, her perfume, and became the woman nobody knew I carried inside.