My Uncle-in-Law Discovered Me Dressed as a Woman That Afternoon

My name is Valeria, or at least that is the name I truly feel is mine. I’m twenty-six years old and I live in a city in the center of the country that I’d rather not name. I have a full figure, the kind some people call curvy, with wide hips and an ass that has captivated more than one man. My skin is slightly brown, I’m tall, almost five foot nine. Ever since I was very young I was drawn to women’s clothing: dresses, lingerie, everything my sisters kept in their drawers. I grew up hiding that passion, and dressing up made me happy in a way I couldn’t explain.

At nineteen I went off to a university far from home and had to rent a room near campus. It was a liberation: at last I would be alone, without the constant fear of someone catching me. And no one did for all those years. The place where I was really discovered was at my parents’ house, because of a stupid slip-up, and that’s exactly what I’m going to tell you.

It was winter. I had finished the semester with the best grade in the group, so they let me start vacation two weeks early. I got home on a Saturday at noon. My family worked and didn’t get back until late in the afternoon, so I waited. My body was begging me to get dressed, but I held back, knowing I had whole days ahead of me.

On Monday my parents left at seven. One of my sisters was away with her boyfriend and the other worked full time. I had the house to myself, twelve hours ahead of me. I didn’t think twice.

I went to shower and carefully shaved my entire body, feeling my skin turn smooth beneath my fingers. Then I looked through the clothes I had set aside. I put on a red thong, a matching bra, an almost sheer white blouse, a tight black miniskirt, and lace stockings that went halfway up my legs. I took out a wig my sister kept, the makeup, some of my mother’s jewelry, and a pair of black heels I had bought some time ago. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I fell in love with myself. The tight skirt accentuated my ass and I felt spectacular.

I stepped out of the room brimming with confidence and made myself breakfast: waffles and a glass of chocolate milk. Then I washed the dishes and went to start a load of laundry. When I reached the patio I noticed piles of construction materials and, at the back, a new wall that hadn’t been there before. I called my parents to ask, but neither of them answered, so I went back inside and didn’t give it any importance.

I sat down in front of the television with the volume high. So high I didn’t hear the gate. I only realized there was someone there when a deep, familiar voice spoke behind me.

I froze. The only thing I managed to do was mute the TV.

“Good morning,” the voice repeated.

I didn’t want to turn around. I only lifted one hand a little, returning the greeting.

“I came to keep working,” he said. “Can you open the gate so I can bring in the tools?”

I had no way out. I got up slowly and, when I saw him, I felt the floor drop away under me. It was my uncle. Well, my aunt’s husband, actually. A man who, to be honest, had always irritated me: arrogant, the kind who yelled at his wife in front of everyone without caring about anything. They had married when I was a child; he was more than ten years older than my aunt and, back then, he was in his forties.

Although I have to admit he’s handsome. Tall, with a thick beard, that permanently unfriendly face, huge hands, and a belly just beginning to show. So as soon as I recognized him, fear tightened my chest. I didn’t know how he was going to react. I stared at him and he stared back. It was obvious he knew it was me. He knew my sisters and knew they weren’t home. But he only smiled.

“Well, I didn’t know my sister-in-law had three daughters,” he said, amused.

I lowered my head, dying of embarrassment. What he said next surprised me.

“Relax. Or relaxed, however you prefer. There’s nothing wrong if you like this. It’s fine, you don’t have to be ashamed.”

I lifted my face and smiled without meaning to.

“Come on, open the gate for me and go back inside so you don’t feel uncomfortable.”

I nodded and ran to open it. He brought his things in and I closed it again. Before leaving for work, he looked at me again.

“Sorry if you thought I was laughing at you. I just couldn’t believe it was you. That’s why I said the thing about the three sisters. If your sisters are already pretty, you’re giving them a run for their money too,” and he let out a warm laugh.

I turned red to the ears. He took his tools and went out to the patio. I sank onto the sofa, trying to process what had just happened. I couldn’t believe that man, the same one who shouted and acted like such a bastard, had understood me just like that, without wanting anything in return.

***

At lunchtime he called me. I had already changed, dressed as a guy again.

“And what happened now?” he teased. “A little while ago there was a very pretty niece and now there’s a really ugly nephew.”

“Come on, uncle,” I laughed.

“Hey, can I warm up my food in the microwave?”

“Of course, go ahead. It’s over there.”

While his plate spun in the microwave, he pulled up a chair and sat in front of me, while I chopped onions at the counter.

“Can I ask you a few questions, nephew?”

“Sure.”

“Why do you do that? The thing about dressing as a woman.”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I just like it.”

“And are you gay or something?”

“No. I just like dressing up.”

“And does your family know?”

“No. Please don’t tell them anything.”

“Relax, I won’t say a word,” he replied, and smiled to one side. “Though I should, for all the trash you talked about me.”

“It’s just that you really did go too far with my aunt…”

“I know. That’s why I’m trying to change. But you treated me like garbage.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Forget it. And do you always dress like that?”

“No, only when there’s no one around.”

“That’s why you changed when I got here, right?” he said, laughing again. “Look, if you want to dress up even while I’m here, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Thanks, but I’m embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed that I see you? I’m out there and you’re in here.”

“Even so.”

“Well, let’s make a deal: if you dress up even when I’m around, I won’t tell your parents.”

“No, please,” I begged.

“I’m kidding,” he laughed. “Do it however you feel comfortable. Hey, have you ever gone out on the street dressed like this?”

“Never.”

“Why not?”

“I’m ashamed. If it’s already hard with you here, I’d faint out on the street.”

“It’s fine. At worst you’ll land yourself a bunch of men, because with what you’ve got you’ve got more than enough.”

“Oh, uncle, you really are something.”

“Seriously, don’t you like men?”

“Well, no,” I said, nervously laughing.

“Come on, niece, there must be someone you’ve got your eye on. Even I, who’m sure about myself, see a handsome man and I recognize it. Be honest.”

“Well… yes, there was one guy who caught my attention. But that’s all.”

“See? And tell me, how old is he?”

“You’re going to scold me, but he’s thirty.”

“So what? I’m more than ten years older than your aunt. When it comes to affection, age doesn’t matter. And does he know about you?”

“He doesn’t even know I exist. I just like him from afar.”

“If you set your mind to it, he can know. Let me give you some advice, niece: lose your embarrassment with me first, then with the world. It’ll be easier that way.”

“Thanks, uncle. I’ll keep that in mind.”

***

I took his advice to heart. I started dressing up more often, and he loved applauding my decision. As the days went by, I grew comfortable with him. I invited him to eat with me, looked after him, served him water, washed his work clothes. Without realizing it, we looked like a married couple: he fixed the house and I maintained it. He told me about his troubles with my aunt and I told him about mine. Somehow, we understood each other.

The work was almost finished. One Friday morning he arrived, called me, and handed me a bag.

“Here. Change, we’re going out.”

“What? Out? Where to?”

“Don’t ask and put on what I gave you.”

That order of his lit something inside me. I ran upstairs. Inside was a fitted white minidress with straps, and a pair of beautiful red heels with a bow on the side. I chose my own underwear: a red lace women’s boxer brief, so tiny it looked like a thong, and a black bra. I put on the wig, did my makeup as best I could, and went back downstairs.

“Wow, niece. You look amazing.”

“Thanks, uncle.”

He took me in his car to a park. I got out trembling, but he gradually took the fear away. I took his arm and we walked slowly, enjoying the place. Soon I noticed the men passing by staring at me.

“Look, niece, that one’s checking you out. And that other one too.”

“And what’s the point of all this?”

“So you can see you can have whichever man you want. That way the fear and the doubts will go away.”

“Thanks, but I’m fine like this.”

“Trust me. Step into your role as a woman.”

“If that’s the case, you should call me niece, not nephew,” I joked.

“You’re right. And are you going to go around without a name?”

“I already have one. I like Luz.”

“Luz? No, niece, your name has to be sexier. Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

He walked away and I lost sight of him. I pulled out my phone to take a few photos. Then a guy approached me.

“Hey, hey,” he said.

I smiled at him.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Good, and you?” I answered, making sure my voice sounded as delicate as possible.

“Good too. Sorry to ask… aren’t you a girl?”

“No,” I admitted, nervous. “Sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“For the disappointment.”

“Not at all. On the contrary, thanks for being honest. By the way, I’m Adrián. And are you waiting for someone?”

“For my uncle.”

“I hope he doesn’t get mad seeing me with you,” he laughed. “What’s your name?”

Just then my uncle came back and answered for me.

“Her name is Valeria.”

Adrián and I looked at him.

“Sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to bother your niece.”

“Not at all. Talk, I’m going for a walk,” he said, in a tone that sounded cold to me.

“I’d better go,” Adrián replied. “Can I have your number, Valeria?”

I gave it to him. When he left, my uncle sat back down beside me, clearly serious.

“What happened, uncle?”

“Nothing. Let’s go home.”

***

On the way back he didn’t say a word. When we got home, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why are you acting so serious with me?”

“I leave you alone for a minute and you’re already flirting.”

“You brought me. You wanted the world to see me.”

“Yes, but you were with me. And on top of that you gave him your number.”

“He asked me for it. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“If anyone asks you for it, are you going to give it to them?”

“I don’t understand what’s wrong with you,” I said, and my eyes filled with tears. “If you don’t like seeing me with other men, then have the guts to tell me you like me.”

I got out of the car and went inside. I sat on the sofa. I had a message from an unknown number, but I didn’t open it. A few minutes later he came in and sat in front of me.

“Why are you saying I should have the guts? Do I like you?”

“Yes, uncle. I like you. I fell in love with you these past weeks. And if I agreed to talk to that guy, it was because I thought I had no chance with you. Until I saw your jealousy.”

“All right… yes, I do like you. Since the first day I saw you.”

“Then why didn’t you say so?”

“I don’t know. But… I’m not in love, Valeria. It’s pure desire. A huge desire to split you in two, to be the first man to fuck that little ass of yours.”

When he said it, I felt my legs go weak and a strange wetness rise inside me. I stood up and went to him, took his hand and kissed him. The most intense kiss I had ever given. His tongue came into my mouth as if it owned it, searching for mine, pushing it, tasting me completely. He grabbed my waist with those huge hands and pressed me against his body, and there, against my stomach, I felt for the first time the hard bulge of his cock pressing beneath his pants. A moan slipped out inside his mouth.

He pushed me back until I fell onto the sofa, on my back, with him on top of me. He hiked my white minidress up to my waist and stayed there looking at me, with the red lace boxer briefs already wet at the tip, my own cock pressing through the fabric.

“Look at what you’ve got down here, niece,” he murmured, running a hand over the lace. “All lady on the outside and burning hot on the inside.”

“Uncle, please…”

“Please what. Say it.”

“Don’t make me talk like that.”

“You’re going to talk like a slut, because that’s what you want to be today. My slut. Say it.”

“Yes, uncle… I want to be your slut.”

He smiled and tore my legs apart. He buried his face in my neck, bit my earlobe, then moved down my neckline until he ripped the bra straps off my shoulders. He sucked on my nipples through the fabric, biting them until they hardened, and then slid his hand underneath and pinched one hard between two fingers. I arched my back and writhed beneath him, unable to keep still.

He rose onto his knees on the sofa and unfastened his belt without taking his eyes off me. His pants fell, and the black boxer briefs underneath were tight, deformed by the cock straining inside. He pulled down the elastic and that thing sprang out, thick, long, with heavy veins running along it, the head purple and a thick drop trembling on the tip. I had never seen a cock so close. My mouth went dry without me even meaning to.

“Come here. On your knees.”

I lowered myself to the floor between his spread legs. With one hand he took my nape and drew me in slowly, until the hot tip brushed my painted lips. I stuck out my tongue and ran it over the glans, gathering that salty drop. He let out a rough sigh.

“That’s it, niece. Open wider.”

I opened my mouth and he pushed it in. At first just the head, teasing, letting me suck it with my lips. Then he pressed in, little by little, until I felt the cock swell against my palate. I pulled it out to breathe, and ran my tongue underneath, from the balls to the tip, slowly, like I had seen done in the videos I watched in secret. I licked his testicles one by one, took them into my mouth, and when I went back up he grabbed my wig by the hair and pushed again, deeper. I choked, my eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t let go. The deeper he pushed, the more I wanted to surrender to him.

“That’s it. Swallow all that cock, my love. Look at the way the spit is running down your chin, you look so fucking good.”

He was moving now, fucking my mouth slowly, holding my head with both hands. Saliva streamed down my chin and dripped onto the neckline of the dress. I had one hand on my own crotch, squeezing myself over the boxer briefs, feeling so hard it hurt. With the other hand I grabbed his balls and massaged them while I sucked him.

“Holy shit, niece, you learn fast,” he panted. “If you don’t stop I’m going to come in your mouth, and I’m not done yet.”

He pulled his cock out in a strand of saliva and lifted me off the floor. He turned me around, shoved me against the back of the sofa, and hauled my dress up to my waist. He pulled the red boxer briefs down to my thighs, leaving my ass bare, and spread my cheeks apart with both hands.

“Look at this little ass. Hairless, pink, trembling. A real little virgin.”

He bent down and kissed one cheek, then the other, biting them hungrily. Then I felt something wet and hot that made me jerk: it was his tongue, sliding between my cheeks, searching for my opening. When he found it, he stayed there, licking my hole in circles, pressing the tip against it, nudging inside. I moaned like I had never heard myself moan before, gripping the back of the sofa with both hands, pushing my ass back to beg him for more.

“Uncle, please, more, more…”

“Hold on, slut. I have to open you up first.”

He moistened two fingers with saliva and slid them into me, one first, then the second. It burned at first, I let out a whimper, but he worked them in scissors motions inside me, stretching me, searching for something deep inside. When he found the spot, a scream tore out of me and my legs flew apart on their own.

“There it is,” he murmured. “There you have it. That’s the button that’s going to make you come without touching yourself, niece.”

He pulled his fingers out and spit into his hand. He coated his cock well, and I felt the hot tip resting against my opening. He pushed a little and I shuddered. He pushed a little more and the head went in at once, with a burning sensation that made me scream.

“Oh, uncle, wait, wait!”

“Easy, the worst is over. Breathe.”

He stayed still, the head of his cock inside me, his hand stroking my lower back to calm me. I felt my body forced open to make room for him. When the burning eased, I pushed my ass back myself, asking for more, and he started to slide into me, centimeter by centimeter, until I felt his balls press against my buttocks. He had buried himself all the way in.

“All the way inside, niece. All my cock inside you.”

“Yes… I can feel it all the way in my stomach.”

He began to move slowly. He would come almost all the way out, leaving me empty for a second, and then drive back in to the hilt, pulling a moan from me with each thrust. The pain turned into a pleasure I had never known, a deep tingling that climbed up my back and clouded my eyes. Every time his cock brushed that spot he had found with his fingers, a cry escaped me and my legs trembled.

“Like that, like that, fuck me harder,” I heard myself say, not recognizing my own voice.

“Harder, niece? You like it like that?”

He grabbed my hips and sped up. The sofa creaked beneath us, his balls slapped wetly against my ass, and my own cock shook loose between my legs, leaking into the boxer briefs tangled around my thighs. He slapped my ass, then again, and I felt my skin burning and boiling at the same time.

“You’re so tight, slut. You’re milking my cock.”

“It’s yours, uncle… my ass is yours…”

“Say that again.”

“It’s yours, it’s all yours, don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

He yanked his cock out and turned me around. He laid me flat on my back on the sofa, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and shoved back in with one thrust, this time looking me in the face. Seeing his face above mine, that beard, those narrowed eyes, while he split me in two, was too much. I dug my nails into his back over his shirt and let him fuck me.

“Look at me, Valeria. Look at me while I fuck you.”

I held his gaze. He was moving with hunger now, pounding deep into me, making me slide up the sofa with every thrust. He bent down and kissed me, pushing his tongue down my throat while his cock reached the deepest part of me. He sucked one nipple, then the other, and lowered his free hand to grab my cock, which was twitching on its own. He started jerking me off to the rhythm of his thrusts, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing.

“Come for me, niece. Come without me having to ask twice.”

“Oh, uncle, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

I felt the orgasm rise from my ass, pass through my belly, and explode. Thick spurts of semen shot out of my cock, splashing onto my stomach, my chest, one even reaching my chin. I convulsed all over, clenching his cock with my ass, and he let out an animal groan.

“Holy shit, how tight you are… here I go, here I go…”

He thrust three, four more times, each one deeper than the last, and suddenly he went still inside me. I felt his cock throbbing within me, thick, swollen, and then the heat: spurts and spurts of hot milk spilling inside me, filling me, burning me from within. He collapsed over me, panting against my neck, still not pulling out.

“You’re mine, Valeria,” he whispered. “From today on, you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, uncle. All yours.”

He stayed inside me for a long while, softening slowly, while he kissed my face, my forehead, my lips smeared with runny gloss. When he finally pulled out, I felt a strange emptiness, and a warm thread of his semen sliding between my buttocks. He made me spread my legs and bent down to look.

“Look at what I did to your little ass. All open, all full of my cum.”

He put a finger in, scooped some out, and brought it to my mouth. I sucked it without thinking, looking him in the eyes, and he smiled.

“Good girl.”

He went to the bathroom and I stayed stretched out on the sofa, my skin shining with sweat and semen, the dress a mess around my waist, feeling different, complete. He came back with tissue and cleaned me himself, with a tenderness I had never seen in him before, a kiss on my stomach, another on my hip. He lifted me from the sofa as if I weighed nothing and carried me to my room. We lay down, I wrapped myself around his chest, and I felt his heart still pounding hard against my cheek. I didn’t want to let him go. We slept like that for a while, tangled together, with my leg crossed over his and his hand lost between my buttocks.

When we woke up, we showered together. Under the hot stream, I got down on my knees again and sucked his cock back to life, and he took me standing against the tiles, slowly, with the water pouring over us, until he came inside me a second time. I put on something more comfortable, a thong and shorts with the same bra. I made lunch while he rested on the sofa. We ate, and when it was time for him to leave he told me he wanted us to be a couple. I said yes right away. We kissed and he left, promising to come back the next day.

That night I felt like the happiest woman in the world. I decided to ignore Adrián for a while, though later I’ll tell you what happened with him. And everything else that came after.