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I locked the door and became someone else in the mirror. I didn’t count on him having a copy of the key.

By day I signed as Tomás and no one suspected a thing. That folder accidentally opened on my boss’s tablet was going to shatter eighteen months of silence in one blow.

All it took was for her to make an insinuating move for me to get on all fours. That night I discovered she had two surprises hidden away, and only one was for me.

I climbed the stairs barely able to walk, my dress reeking of the whole night. I had no idea my mom was awake, waiting for me in the hallway.

I had never gone out into the street dressed like that. That morning, with the house all to myself, I decided it was the day to fulfill the fantasy that had been keeping me awake.

When I went into the bathroom and found the flowers and that card, I knew that summer would mark me forever, though I still didn’t know how it would end.

Her nickname said “active transvestite,” and I’d only had one experience so far. That afternoon, in a hotel near the subway, I learned what it was to be truly dominated.

“Don’t rush,” she murmured against the wall. “I want to feel everything you do, slowly, until the whole night feels too short.”

I walked into that apartment with my bag full of lingerie and walked out transformed into something else: the obedient little puppy of two men.

I lowered the zipper of his trousers very slowly, afraid of waking him. That morning changed forever what I understood pleasure to be.

We invited him thinking he’d back out when he saw us in person. We didn’t count on that short guy, almost our age, taking control the moment he walked through the door.

I came out of the shower soft and soapy, not suspecting that that afternoon a muscular stranger would turn the three of us into his obedient servants, ready for anything.

I never told him about my tastes. A WhatsApp notification on his sofa was enough to change everything between us that night at his house.

Dressed like a man, but lace is hiding under my pants. That morning, in the last subway car, someone noticed and couldn’t take his eyes off me.

I’d known him since high school as the toughest macho in class. Last night he saw me transformed into someone else, and the next day his message left no room for doubt.

I had my fuchsia dress in my backpack and one idea in my head: that night, I was going to belong to whoever paid for me.

That woman looked me up and down, smiled, and said the line that would change my life: with a little makeup, I could pass for a real little girl.

We’re identical, she kept telling him while she painted her lips. And it was almost true: only one detail separated the twins, and it was exactly the one Carla had never confessed to her boyfriend.

The message came from an unknown number: triple pay to keep him company on Christmas Eve. I put on the red dress, the impossible heels, and crossed the city not knowing what waited for me.

I accepted the date out of curiosity: to be the object my boss lends his friends. But what his partner wanted from me that night, I never could have imagined.