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I promised him I would be his woman, no matter the cost. I didn’t know each dose would erase me until my own body no longer belonged to me.

She didn’t call me by my name the first time. She looked at me whole, without sleaze and without pity, as if my body were not a problem she had to solve.

I’ve got the face of a slut and everyone can tell. In the last carriage, pressed against bodies I don’t know, I let my hands do what my mind has already decided.

I bought black stockings with my heart in my throat, knowing that once I locked my apartment door I’d become the woman I’d been imagining all day.

I thought I had the whole house to myself. When I heard that deep voice behind me, I knew my secret had just been discovered.

They put the blue ribbon around my neck, the only one different from the rest, and I walked down those stairs knowing those six men would discover what I was hiding.

Esa mañana mi hermana me prestó su nombre, su vestido y su vida entera. Esa tarde, un chico me miró como nadie me había mirado y, por primera vez, me reconocí.

Eight years abroad turned me into the woman I was always meant to be. But when I crossed the threshold at home, the first thing I found was Mauricio’s hungry look.

I’d spent weeks imagining myself in women’s clothes. That night I put on the red strap lingerie, took a photo, and waited for someone to text me something forbidden.

I only dress up when I have a date, always in a hotel room, and that night the stranger waiting for me had no idea what he’d find under my dress.

I came back after twenty years to a southern city. That night, in a hotel in the red-light district, two strangers decided I wasn’t sleeping alone.

After midnight I put on the red heels, opened the gate with the remote, and went out for a walk. I only wanted to feel seen. I didn’t expect someone to stop.

I liked being watched, desired, chosen above everyone else. That night, a country man took me from the dance floor to a place there was no turning back from.

I'd smoked since I was eighteen, and nothing had ever made me stop. Until my wife found that doctor with impossible heels and a predator's smile.

I’m a closet tranny. I’d spent months obeying his emails when he wrote that he’d be coming to my city, and I knew that afternoon he’d do with me everything he had ordered.

I followed her out into the street convinced it would be just another night. I had no idea what she was hiding under that tight dress or how far she would take me.

That night I put on the red thong, fishnet stockings, and wig in front of the hotel mirror—and for the first time, I didn’t recognize the same old boy.

Nobody knows. Not even the person I sleep with every night. But when I close my eyes I see myself in front of the mirror, transformed into someone else, ready for him.

I was on all fours, shaking, ass up, my own cock dripping on its own. He’d barely put the tip in and I was already begging him to break me completely.

I rolled down the window, exchanged a few words with her, and invited her in. I had no idea that the dark-haired girl on the unlit corner was waiting for me with a surprise between her legs.