Trans

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.

I’d been talking to him on the app for weeks, but until that night we’d never met. I had his body burned into my mind and an erection that wouldn’t let me think.

It took me two seconds to recognize him on the other side of the bar. He was wearing a tight skirt and fishnets, and letting a stranger touch him.

I pressed the buzzer with trembling fingers. I knew that beyond that door awaited someone capable of turning me into what I had always dreamed of being.

I always believed I was a man like any other. Until I discovered lingerie, dildos, and the certainty that something in me had been sleeping, waiting to wake.

When the scissors finished their work, the mirror gave him back a gaze that was not quite his own. And the voice he heard in that salon would not leave him alone.

I stood in the doorway with my wine in hand and looked at him from far away. He looked up. I smiled. No more words were needed.

I was twenty-one and had never been with a trans woman. Valentina changed that in one night with her body, her calm, and the way she guided me without judgment.

I was wearing my boldest lingerie and hoping someone would notice me. When he appeared among the gardens and saw me cross my legs, I knew the week would be different.

I slipped into the hotel pool at night in lingerie and a snug toy, convinced I’d be alone. Someone was watching me from the dark bar.

Alone at home, wearing a thong and red lipstick, I looked in the mirror and felt no shame. I felt something far more interesting.