The Tenant Discovered the Woman I Hid Inside Me

My name is Daniela, I’m twenty-seven years old, and I’m a transvestite. I was born in Tabasco, though for some time now I’ve lived in a quiet area of Querétaro. I’m full-bodied, one of those women people call “gordibuena,” with brown skin and pretty tall, close to five foot nine. In my male life I have a degree and a serious job; the other side, what I really am, I kept for moments alone.

I had to leave because in my hometown opportunities were few and badly paid. I sent my papers to several companies and waited almost two months. One in Querétaro called me, they interviewed me by video call, and a week later they confirmed they were interested. The call came on a Tuesday and I had to show up the following Monday, so I left Thursday night to arrive in time and find somewhere to stay.

I looked at several rooms, but they were expensive or too far away. Almost at five in the afternoon I found a little house with two bedrooms and a living room, at a good price and close to my new job. I took it without thinking too much and signed a year-long contract.

The company pleased me. Good people, everyone friendly. The months passed and, little by little, I put my space together: a bed, a mini fridge, a television. I also bought my little girl things. Blouses, stockings, thongs, lace briefs, short skirts, tight dresses, two wigs, and a pair of heels I bought from another trans girl I met online.

By then I had already been there eight months. Sometimes I visited my family, sometimes they came to spend a few days with me. I always kept my clothes hidden in a locked suitcase so no one would find them.

***

It was September, patriotic month. On the fifteenth itself I got a call from the woman who rented me the house, Doña Beatriz. She wanted to talk to me. I told her to come at seven-thirty, and right on time she knocked on the door. I let her in and, without beating around the bush, she asked me a favor.

—Look, Daniela, I have a friend coming from the State of Mexico and he has nowhere to stay. Would you do me the favor of housing him for a few months? If you agree, you only pay half the rent.

I thought about it for a moment.

—How long would he stay?

—About five months.

—All right, but I’ll pay half for only two months. I won’t cover the others, and when we renew the contract that will be settled.

Doña Beatriz considered it for a few minutes and agreed. Her friend would arrive on Sunday.

And Sunday came. In the afternoon she told me she was already on the way to the house with him. A few minutes later they knocked. It was Don Rafael, a fifty-eight-year-old man, stocky, bearded, with a face that said he was in a bad mood. Seeing him scared me a little, because he looked like he had a terrible temper. But once inside, talking, he turned out to be the opposite: calm, pleasant, talkative.

I asked him why he had come to Querétaro and he told me his children had sued him over the family house and he couldn’t live there until the case was resolved. He had no choice but to ask Doña Beatriz for help, and she sent him to me.

We got along well. The only problem was that, with him in the house, I could no longer dress as a woman. Oh well, it’ll only be a few months, I told myself. I would go to work and he would stay home. That’s how the first month went by.

***

One afternoon I came home and found him serious, quiet. I didn’t pay much attention, but the days kept passing and he was still the same. I started to worry, so I decided to talk to him.

—Don Rafael, I want to talk to you.

—Of course, I also wanted to talk to you —he answered.

We sat down at the table.

—What’s wrong with you? I’ve noticed you’ve been acting strange for days. Are you feeling all right?

—Don’t worry, I’m fine. It’s just that there’s something bothering me and I want to know once and for all. Do you have a girlfriend?

—I don’t understand what that has to do with anything, but no, I don’t have a girlfriend or anything.

—Then why do you have so much women’s clothing hidden in that suitcase?

I felt the floor open beneath me.

—What? You went through my things?

—I needed some coins for a pack of cigarettes. I saw the locked suitcase and curiosity got the better of me. I opened it and found all that clothing. Tell me what’s going on with you. Are you a faggot?

—No, I’m not a faggot.

—Then what? You can tell me. I assure you I won’t judge you.

I took a deep breath.

—All right. I like dressing like a woman sometimes. That’s all. I’m not gay or anything like that.

—And why do you do it?

—For pleasure. And there’s nothing wrong with it.

—Has anyone else seen you?

—No, not at all. You’re the only one who knows.

—Not even your parents?

—Neither. It’s something I do in my moments alone.

—All right, don’t worry. Not a single word will come out of me.

—Really? Thank you.

—Although I would like one thing.

—What?

—To see you as a woman.

I fell silent for a second.

—Right now?

—Yes, if possible.

—It’s just embarrassing for me to let you see me like this.

—Don’t worry. You change, and meanwhile I’ll go to the store. Okay?

—I don’t know.

—Think about it while I’m gone.

***

Without saying more, he stood up and left. I stayed at the table, going over the matter in my head. Part of me was terrified; another part, something deep in my chest, was pushing me to do it. Between the doubts, I ended up walking slowly toward the bedroom.

I put on black lace stockings, a short red skirt, black thong underwear, a matching bra, and a white top that clung to my waist. The high black heels, the brown wig, the makeup. Only the perfume was missing. I was ready and sat down to wait.

Don Rafael came back an hour and a half later. When he saw me, he froze in the doorway. He couldn’t believe it. He was almost drooling. He sat down without saying a word and watched me for a long time.

—Wow... you’re beautiful. Truly beautiful. And very sexy —he let out, and immediately lowered his gaze—. Sorry about that.

—I’m terribly embarrassed for you to see me like this. I swear it’s just a phase.

—Don’t worry. I can’t believe all the things you were hiding.

—Thank you —I laughed nervously—. I’m going to change now.

—Wait. Would it be possible for you to let me touch a little?

I was trembling, but I was already more turned on than ever. I could feel my own cock pressed against the thong, swelling all on its own just from feeling his gaze on me.

—Go ahead. Touch.

—Really? I will, because you don’t see this every day.

He started with my face, slowly. He went down my arms, my waist, and reached my ass, which he squeezed over the skirt. He kneaded it with both hands, sinking his fingers into the flesh, and I felt everything inside me hardening. He yanked the skirt up and stared at my black thong, taut, with my cock clearly outlined beneath it. He let out a low growl and slid his hand between my cheeks, over the fabric, squeezing. I couldn’t take it anymore and slammed a kiss on his mouth. He answered immediately, shoving his tongue all the way into me, and then he moved down to my neck, sucking on it hungrily. Suddenly he stopped.

—Hey, and how do I call you?

—Call me Daniela.

—Nice to meet you, Daniela. I’m Rafael. I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable.

—Not at all. Do you like it?

—I love it. So much that I’d even make you my girlfriend.

—We barely know each other —I laughed.

—So what? I feel like I’ve known you all my life.

—Then?

—Then, do you want to be my girlfriend?

—Yes. Yes, I do.

—Thank you. But real girlfriends. Here I always want to see you as a woman; out in the street, normal, and later on we’ll see. Doesn’t the age difference bother you?

—I love being a woman when I’m here. And if it’s for you, I’d love it. Age doesn’t matter.

—And don’t call me usted anymore. Call me Rafael, or love, or something like that.

—All right, love. Sit down, I’m going to serve dinner.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. A couple of hours earlier I was just some guy, and suddenly I was the girlfriend of a man twice my age.

***

We had dinner and, as he said, we went to bed to watch television. We put on a dinosaur movie I loved and watched it like any two ordinary girlfriends, him lying back and me beside him, holding him. When it ended, I took off my top and skirt. I was left in just bra, thong, and stockings; he pulled down to his boxer briefs, and the bulge outlined beneath them made me swallow hard.

It was the first time we slept together since he had arrived. I started kissing him slowly, biting his lip, and he returned the kisses on my neck while squeezing my ass with both hands and pressing me against his body. I felt his erection, hard as a rock, stabbing into my thigh, thick, hot through the fabric of the boxer briefs. I ran my hand over it and squeezed; it was enormous, and he let out a hoarse moan that made my skin prickle.

—Take it out for me, sexy —he whispered in my ear—. So you can see what you’re going to sleep with.

I pulled his boxer briefs down slowly and his cock sprang free, stiff, thick, with a purple head and a drop glistening at the tip. I stared at it for a second, my mouth dry, and lowered my head without thinking any more. I ran my tongue along the base, licked the entire shaft upward, and when I reached the top I sucked the tip first, circling it with my tongue, savoring the salty liquid seeping out of him. Then I took it all the way into my mouth, down to the back of my throat, pressing my lips against the skin.

—Oh, damn... like that, suck me like that —he gasped, grabbing my wig and shoving himself deeper into me.

I started going up and down, sucking hard, drooling over his balls. I pulled it out completely and licked his balls, took them into my mouth one by one, and swallowed his cock whole again. He was trembling, legs spread, growling dirty things at me.

—You suck it so good, beautiful slut. Look how hard you’ve got it. It’s all yours, my love, all yours.

I kept sucking him with both hands helping, stroking him while I ate him. I caressed his balls, squeezed them, and he jerked so hard it almost shoved it down to my stomach. It was clear he was going to blow in my mouth if I kept going, so he yanked me off, grabbed my hair, and looked at me with glassy eyes.

—Come here. Now it’s your turn.

Then he lifted me up. He laid me face down, ripped my thong down to my knees, and spread my ass apart with both hands. A “holy fuck, what a little ass” escaped him, and he lowered his face. I felt his hot tongue slapped against my hole, giving long licks, soaking me. He licked me from top to bottom, pushed the tip of his tongue inside me, pried me open with his thumbs, and licked again, hungry, as if he had never eaten anything like it. I clung to the sheets, trembling, pushing my ass against his face.

—Oh, Rafael, yes, like that, eat it there, eat it there...

He filled his mouth with saliva and let it run down my slit, then slid up one finger, then two, and pushed them into me slowly, in and out, opening me up deep. He stretched me with his fingers while he kept licking around me, and I moaned like a bitch in heat, my cock dripping underneath, wetting the sheet.

—You’re so tight, my love —he murmured—. I’m going to make you nice and open.

He arranged me on all fours, face down on the pillow and my ass lifted high. He spat into his hand, coated his cock completely in saliva, and placed the tip against my entrance. He pushed in little by little. I moaned and let out a few cries of pain when the head forced its way inside, and he, so gentlemanly, waited for it to pass before continuing. I felt myself filling, centimeter by centimeter, felt that thick cock opening me wide. Slowly like that, he managed to get it all the way in. He stayed still for a few minutes, hands on my waist, giving me time.

—Take it, my love, take it, you’ve got it all inside now.

—Move... move slowly —I begged him.

Then he started moving, slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out and then driving it back in to the hilt. The pain gave way and pleasure replaced it, a pleasure that climbed my spine and made my ass clench around his cock. He started getting into rhythm, hands on my hips, pushing harder and harder. The sound of his thighs slapping my ass filled the room, along with my moans and his gasps.

—Look at you swallowing it, Daniela, look at how this cock opens you up.

—Yes, love, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, I’m all yours...

He grabbed my wig and pulled my head back, arching me, and shoved it into me harder, making my ass bounce against his belly. He slipped one hand underneath and grabbed my cock, which was hard and dripping, and started jerking it in the same rhythm he was fucking me. I didn’t even know how I managed to hold on. My vision blurred, I moaned louder, and I felt everything coming from inside me. I came over his hand and over the sheet, squeezing his cock with my ass, writhing like a worm skewered on a hook.

—Oh, like that, squeeze my cock like that, sexy bitch...

He changed my position, laid me on my back, lifted my legs, and spread them open like scissors. With my stockings still on, he shoved a pillow under my back to raise my ass and rammed into me again with one thrust. Now he looked me in the eyes while he fucked me, and I looked at him, mouth open, letting him do whatever he wanted. He bent down and sucked my nipples over the bra, then pulled it down and bit directly on them, never stopping his thrusts. He came close to my mouth and shoved his tongue in just as he was shoving his cock in, fucking me from both ends.

He stayed like that for about twenty minutes, switching me around, thrusting calmly, then faster, then stopping so he wouldn’t come yet. He put me on my side, lifted one leg over his shoulder and kept driving into me, making me feel every vein. I wasn’t myself anymore, I was a surrendered female whimpering beneath him.

—I can’t take it anymore, love, I can’t take it anymore, come inside, come inside me —I begged him.

—Yeah? You want my milk inside, little slut?

—Yes, all of it, inside, inside...

He flipped me back onto all fours, grabbed my hips, and started fucking me like an animal, no rhythm, savage, all impacts and gasps. Until I felt something warm burst inside me, a thick stream, and another, and another, filling me completely. He growled softly, buried to the hilt, fingers dug into my flesh. He pulled out abruptly and turned me over so I would clean him. I licked his cock, still dripping, swallowing the last drop, while he stroked my wig.

He got up and went to the bathroom. I stayed stretched out there, feeling the hot cum seep between my ass cheeks, soaking the sheet. He came back, gave me a kiss on the forehead, and handed me tissue so I could clean myself. Then he lay down and I climbed on top of him, not wanting to separate from him, still with his cock softening between my thighs and his semen running down inside me.

He held me and that’s how we fell asleep.

***

The next day I left him sleeping, took a shower, and went to work. I spent the whole day thinking about the night before, about him, about how he had opened my ass, about the cum I still felt leaking out when I went to the bathroom. When I got home there he was, waiting for me. I greeted him normally, like the guy the company knew. I went into the bedroom and came out as Daniela.

He stood up and gave me a kiss on the lips, delicious. A slap on the ass, a smile, and I went to make dinner. Like that, without anyone knowing, we were a couple for several months.

Later I’ll tell you about the other delicious things we did together.