Trans

I took the elevator in heels and a wig, praying I wouldn’t run into anyone. He opened the door in a robe and called me a slut before I even said hello.

I looked at myself in the mirror wearing her lingerie, heels, and painted lips, and knew I couldn’t stay home. It was two in the morning.

When I came out of the bathroom in heels, stockings, and a red baby doll, his face said it all: I was no longer his best friend’s “daughter,” I was something else.

When I realized something had changed, it was already too late. He was all the way in and he didn’t stop. Only then did I understand what he’d done without asking me.

We hired Valeria to care for my father-in-law, the man who had insulted me for years. No one imagined what would happen that morning in the bathroom.

I saw her appear at the far end of the street and already knew that night wouldn’t be like the others. She hadn’t come to chat.

Daniela asked me to drive her home. When we arrived, two neighbors were drinking beers outside. One had a secret my friend already suspected. I decided to find out.

I solved a customs crisis and the consul invited me to his residence. I had no idea what was waiting for me at the end of the garden, or what would come after.

I put on Camila’s clothes as a joke. I ended up in a stranger’s apartment, not knowing how I’d gotten there or what was going to happen.

I never paid for sex, or so I thought. That night in the abandoned lot I learned desire doesn’t ask before it acts.

I had never been with a trans girl. I found her ad on a site, called not knowing what to expect, and on Saturday I climbed three floors toward something unnamed.

I had a secret room behind my lingerie shop. That afternoon, Andrés was already naked when I got there. We weren’t expecting anyone else.

I found her in the patio staring at me with wide eyes. She was wearing my thong and my black miniskirt. She didn’t scream. She just smiled and said she’d always wanted a little sister.

Carlos was looking at me from the other table with that smile of a man who thinks he knows what he wants. He had no idea what he was about to discover.

She reached out to shake my hand and my heart skipped. Months of talking, laughing, pent-up tension. All that was left was to see what we'd do with it.

Sandra needed help with a blind. I needed to forget the worst day of my life. Neither of us expected Valentina to arrive so soon.

I’d filtered through dozens of profiles before getting to Marcos. Everything I asked for, and the patience that’s never in surplus. But someone always shows up too early.

I put on the black dress and the high heels, and for the first time I wasn’t ashamed of the body I saw in the mirror. That afternoon, he was waiting for me.

I’d been left three weeks earlier. That night I walked into the bar wanting nothing and left knowing I knew nothing about pleasure.

The first time I put on someone else’s heels, I knew the image in the mirror was the most honest version of myself. It took me years to accept it.