My Cousin Turned Me Into His Favorite Tranny

Mateo never imagined that the arrival of his cousin Damián would split his life in two.

When Aunt Beatriz was widowed and decided that her eldest son had to stop loafing around and get a job, his mother Marta fought with her at the top of her lungs for days. In the end guilt won: Damián would come live with them. “He’s like your older brother now,” Marta snapped at him one afternoon, in a hard voice that left no room for argument. “You do whatever he says. He’s the man of the house.” And just like that, Damián took Mateo’s room, and Mateo was sent to the little service room in the back.

The first few days were strange. Mateo came back from university and a sweet, thick smell of marijuana seeped in under the door of what had been his bedroom. One afternoon, Damián called him over with a lazy wave of his hand.

—Come here, kid. Get in.

On the screen, a porn video at full volume: two women moaned while a guy penetrated them both at the same time. Mateo stood there with his mouth slightly open, not knowing where to look. Damián, reclined against the headboard, blew smoke straight in his face and smiled lazily.

—Try it. It’ll loosen your head up.

Mateo coughed on the first hit, but the thick smoke and curiosity wrapped around him fast. A few days later he was in there almost every afternoon, as naked as his cousin, his hand wrapped around Damián’s thick, veiny cock while the screen showed bodies slick and spread open.

—Help me jerk off —Damián ordered one afternoon, grabbing his wrist and putting his hand over it.

Mateo obeyed almost without thinking, his eyes glued to the television. His cousin’s glans throbbed hot and wet against his palm, and the air smelled of sweat mixed with smoke. Suddenly, Damián turned the TV off.

—If you want to keep watching how they use those girls, open your mouth.

Mateo laughed nervously, but the cock was already there, hard, with a clear drop hanging from the tip. He leaned in. The salty, sharp taste flooded his tongue when the glans brushed his lips. He sucked awkwardly at first, everything slower and hotter through the smoke. Damián buried his fingers in his hair and pushed deeper.

—That’s it. Swallow it whole, you little slut.

That afternoon Damián came inside his mouth with a rough groan, thick spurts that Mateo swallowed between gagging. He stormed out of the room furious and, at the same time, more aroused than he had ever been.

The next day he came back. And the day after that too.

***

Damián stopped asking. He started taking. One afternoon he bent him over the bed on all fours, spat in his hole, and rammed his cock in with one shove. Mateo screamed, the pain shot through him like an electric current, but his cousin held his hips tightly and kept going, first slowly, then faster and rougher and rougher.

—Look how it’s opening up for you… it’s sucking my cock all by itself, dumbass.

Mateo was trembling all over. The pain kept changing, turning into something else that made him clench his teeth and push his hips back by pure instinct. His ass slapped against Damián’s pubic bone with a wet, obscene sound. When his cousin came inside him, filling him with hot liquid, Mateo was already moving on his own, whimpering softly.

—You like it, don’t you? Say it.

—I… I like it… give me more…

From that afternoon on, Damián started dressing him in clothes he took from Marta’s dirty laundry basket: sheer stockings that squeezed his legs, a tight dress that barely covered his ass, heels that were too big for him. He liked watching him walk around the room, wobbling on the heels, while he smoked reclined against the backrest and gave him instructions in his thick, slurry voice. “Slower. Move like a woman.”

He kissed him with tongue while he fucked him against the wall and whispered “my favorite” in his ear before emptying himself inside. Mateo no longer protested. On the contrary: he started growing his hair out, shaving his legs in the shower, hiding a stolen lipstick in the drawer of the little room in back. He learned to do makeup watching tutorials with the volume low, and discovered he liked the person who appeared in the mirror when he was done. Before kneeling in front of his cousin, he painted his lips slowly, like a ritual.

***

Until one morning Damián didn’t come back. He’d been arrested for selling marijuana to some college kids. Five years, they said. Marta cried as if someone in the family had died. Mateo, meanwhile, hid everything: the magazines, the videos, the bags his cousin kept at the back of the yard. And he kept smoking. And he kept needing to be turned around and used.

At university he met Nicolás, a classmate who also smoked. One afternoon he invited him over to the house. They smoked hard, several deep hits, until the room tilted a little. Mateo disappeared for a while and came back dressed: a very short skirt that covered nothing, a sheer blouse, a black thong that left his ass completely bare.

—Hi… I’m your friend’s twin sister —he said, in a soft, effeminate voice he didn’t even recognize as his own.

Nicolás went rigid, his cock in his hand, jerking himself off slowly. Mateo knelt down, kissed the swollen glans, ran his tongue from top to bottom, and swallowed it whole until his eyes watered. Then he got on all fours on the bed, lifted the skirt, and spread his ass cheeks with his hands.

—Put it in me… please…

Nicolás drove into him with one deep shove. Mateo moaned loudly, moving his ass to the same rhythm Damián had taught him: slow and deep at first, then fast and merciless. The slap of skin against skin filled the room along with his moans. Nicolás dug his fingers into his hips and grunted while he emptied himself inside.

They became lovers. Two or three times a week. Nicolás kissed him, caressed him, made him feel truly desired. But later on in the course he met a girl and it all ended.

***

Mateo didn’t stay alone for long. He found a group of guys and a couple of professors who shared his same tastes. They passed addresses by message, borrowed apartments where he arrived already changed, with the wig in his handbag and his face ready. Private parties where everyone dressed as women, wore heavy makeup, and let themselves be used without limits.

Mateo became one of the favorites. He loved ending up on his knees in the middle of the room, his knees marked against the carpet, sucking one cock after another while someone else fucked him from behind and pulled his hair. The air was thick with smoke and sweat, and the sound of bodies never stopped. When they were done with him, they left him sprawled on a couch, smiling and exhausted, and he stayed there listening to the night go on, finally feeling part of something.

One night, Marta caught him. She came in without warning and found him wearing a blonde wig, heels on, his face smeared with makeup.

—What is this, Mateo?

He looked her in the eyes and told her everything, without filters. He told her he was a transvestite, that he liked men, that he lived to kneel, and that he let himself get fucked without hesitation. That he smoked every day. And that it had all started with Damián. That her beloved nephew had initiated him, blackmailed him, forced him, and then turned him into his personal doll using her lingerie.

Marta went pale. That same night she packed a suitcase and left the house. She never spoke to him again. Mateo found out later, through one of the men at the parties, that his mother spent her days locked inside a church, confessing as if she had committed the worst of sins.

***

Mateo stayed alone in the big empty house. But for the first time, he didn’t feel empty.

One morning, after a night in which several guys had used him until he was sore and open, he stood for a long time in front of the mirror. Long hair, thin eyebrows, lips still swollen. He studied himself as if he were looking at a new person.

And he made a decision.

That very afternoon he went to a discreet clinic downtown. He signed the papers without hesitation and started hormone treatment. He wanted breasts that would show under his clothes. He wanted wider, rounder hips. He wanted his body to finish transforming into what he already felt he was inside.

He gave himself the first dose that night, standing in front of the bathroom mirror. He felt the cold prick and smiled with his eyes half-closed.

Now I’m finally going to be the woman I always wanted to be.

He stroked his hips, still sensitive, and for the first time in a long while, Mateo felt complete.