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I followed her upstairs with my eyes fixed on her skirt, never imagining that I wouldn’t be the one making the decisions that night.

I was wearing my favorite dress the day those two men understood, without me saying a word, exactly what I was willing to give them.

I want to put on my wig, do my makeup, and surrender to a stranger who has read my stories. One night, no commitments, before it’s too late.

I dressed up like never before to see him: miniskirt, heels, wig. What I didn’t expect was his sister showing up and, with one look, reading everything we were hiding.

Three weeks without hearing from him, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I texted “hiii,” and his reply reminded me of the only thing I was to him: his obedient slut.

I tied him up so he wouldn’t bite me. I washed him among the ruins. What I discovered that night between the empty shelves changed who I was forever.

I was sitting in the round sofa in the back, my legs crossed and my glass half empty, when I saw the curly-haired guy set down his drink and walk straight toward me.

When I heard the corn vendor’s cart, I only thought about satisfying a craving. What I didn’t expect was for his night to end in my kitchen, looking at me like I was dessert.

Under my button-down there’s lace. Under my dress pants, fishnet stockings and garters. My coworkers see Matías. I know who I really am.

As a closet cross-dresser, I went to the most important interview of my career with lace panties under my suit. I thought no one would know. I was wrong.

When they moved into the building, my gray life found a focal point. What I didn’t expect was that point would end up consuming me completely.

The door opened, and Nadia looked me up and down with a slow smile. Behind her, Raquel crossed her arms. “Speak,” she said. “What do you want?"

Natalia only wanted to get waxed before going to the beach. She didn’t expect the hotel beautician to be so striking, or what she’d find under her robe.

I dressed to impress no one, or so I thought. Two guards stopped me with a smile that said they knew exactly who I was.

The first time I put on her lingerie and looked at myself in the mirror, I didn’t know whether what I felt was shame or something completely different.

I had been preparing that day for months: the wig, the dress, the lubricant. I thought I was alone at the abandoned lookout. The guard disagreed.

When I lock the door, I open the drawer, take out the perfume he chose for me, and become who I really am. Only he knows.

To the world we were two friends at the bar. Only I knew I had a black thong under my joggers, and that he knew it too.

I spent twenty minutes on my makeup, put on the chestnut wig, and opened the hotel door when he knocked. I had been waiting for that moment for years without knowing it.