The Tenant Discovered the Woman I Kept Hidden Inside Me

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

I had to move because in my hometown opportunities were few and badly paid. I sent applications to several companies and spent almost two months waiting. One in Querétaro called me, they interviewed me over video call, and a week later they confirmed they were interested. It was a Tuesday when they called, and I was supposed to report the following Monday, so I left on Thursday night to arrive early and look for somewhere to stay.

I looked at several rooms, but they were either too 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 one-year contract.

I liked the company. Good people, everyone friendly. The months passed and, little by little, I put together my own space: a bed, a mini fridge, a television. I also bought myself my 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’d 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 I’d be waiting for her 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 for a favor.

—Look, Daniela, I have a friend who’s coming from the State of Mexico and doesn’t have anywhere to stay. Would you do me the favor of housing him for a few months? If you agree, you only pay me half the rent.

I thought about it for a moment.

—How long would he stay?

—About five months.

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

Doña Beatriz thought it over 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 her way to the house with him. A few minutes later they knocked. It was Don Rafael, a fifty-eight-year-old man, big, bearded, with a hard face and a look that said he was not to be crossed. Seeing him scared me a little, because he seemed to have a bad temper. But once inside, chatting, 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 stay with me.

We got along well. The only problem was that, with him in the house, I couldn’t dress as a woman anymore. Oh well, it’ll only be a few months, I told myself. I’d go to work and he’d stay home. That’s how the first month went by.

***

One afternoon I came home and found him serious, quiet. I didn’t give it much importance, but the days kept going and he was still the same. It started to worry me, so I decided to talk to him.

—Don Rafael, I want to talk to you.

—Of course, I wanted to talk to you too —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 okay?

—Don’t worry, I’m fine. It’s just that something has been 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 many women’s clothes hidden in that suitcase?

I felt the floor open up beneath me.

—How? 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’m not going to judge you.

I took a deep breath.

—All right. I like dressing as 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 that.

—Has anyone else seen you?

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

—Not even your parents?

—No, not even them. It’s something I do in my private moments.

—Okay, don’t worry. Not a single word will come out of my mouth.

—Really? Thank you.

—Although there is one thing I’d like.

—What?

—To see you as a woman.

I was speechless for a second.

—Right now?

—Yes, if possible.

—I’m embarrassed for you to 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 anything else, he got up and left. I stayed at the table, turning it over in my head. Part of me was terrified; another part, something deep in my chest, pushed me to do it. Between the doubts, I ended up walking slowly to the bedroom.

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

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 hot —he blurted out, then 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 excited than ever.

—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, squeezing it over the skirt. I couldn’t hold back anymore and pressed my mouth to his. He responded immediately and moved down to my neck. 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 my whole 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 on the street, normal, and later we’ll see. Does the age difference bother you?

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

—And don’t talk to me formally anymore. Call me Rafael, or love, or something like that.

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

I couldn’t believe what was happening. A couple of hours earlier I was just any 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 other couple, him lying back and me beside him, holding him. When it ended, I took off my top and skirt. I was left in just my bra, thong, and stockings; he pulled down to his boxer briefs.

It was the first time we’d slept together since he’d arrived. I started kissing him and he returned the kisses on my neck while squeezing my ass and pressing me against his body. I felt his hard erection against my leg. I went down slowly, pulled off his boxer briefs, and without saying a word, I took him into my mouth, up and down, while he writhed.

Then he lifted me up. He put me face down, opened me up, and started licking me, preparing me with his fingers until he felt I was ready. He positioned me on all fours, moved my thong aside, and placed the tip at my entrance. He pushed in little by little. I moaned and a few cries of pain escaped me, but he, ever the gentleman, waited for it to pass before going on. Slowly, he ended up inside me completely. He stayed still for a few minutes.

Then he started moving, slowly at first. The pain faded and pleasure replaced it. He kept going like that for about twenty minutes, thrusting calmly, until I felt something warm inside me. He pulled out suddenly and turned me over so I could clean him. He got up and went to the bathroom. I stayed sprawled there, feeling it drip out of me. He came back, kissed my forehead, and handed me tissue to wipe myself. Then he lay down and I climbed on top of him, not wanting to separate from him.

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

***

The next day I left him asleep, showered, and went to work. I spent the whole day thinking about the night before, about him, about what had opened between us. 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 transformed into Daniela.

He stood up and gave me the sweetest kiss on the lips. A spank, a smile, and I went to prepare dinner. That way, without anyone knowing, we were a couple for several months.

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