CHAPTER III

To his displeasure, Josean moved to the south and he never saw him again. Some time later, something happened that also introduced an additional element into Andrés’s mind and desires. He had a neighbor with whom they had exchanged keys, in case they got lost or something happened. Many times Andrés went into her house for different reasons, and on some occasions for no reason at all. Several times he saw her underwear hanging out and realized that she wore super tiny thongs. Sometimes he could even see her wearing that kind of little thong; they were very close and she was not very shy about it. But the faggot looked at her more to imitate her, because of her thongs, because of her ass, and he paid attention to how she moved, how she walked, when she bent over, and even how she showered.

Before desiring her, what he wanted was to see himself like her, wearing those little thongs. More than once he put them on, looked at himself in the mirror, and even took photos. From that point on, besides wanting cocks and feeling things through his ass, Andrés wanted to see himself as a female, a whore, he wanted to see himself as his neighbor, to wear little thongs, to be Andrea, the whore, as Josean had called him. It was very tempting for him to take advantage of being home alone and put on little thongs. He bought some and hid them, but he also stole or borrowed some of his wife’s clothes, panties and skirts too. He would put them on and look at himself in the mirror and take advantage of that to shove some dildo up his ass. He already felt like a real whore; he liked it in the ass and thought that this way he was training it for when a male wanted to ram a big cock into him.

But after Josean, “the ban” had already been broken and Andrea needed cock in the ass, needed a male. Three or four years after the photographer left, he went onto a website and after seeing several profiles, found an older man who lived nearby. He could be what he was looking for because he was a man of about sixty years old, active and dominant, and looking for a whore to fuck in the ass. And that was him, a whore willing to obey, please an older man, and offer him his ass. The man lived alone and that made things easier. It was true that because of his work in sales and because of his family, Andrea by then had little time to visit his new male. But every three or four months he went, and he was lucky that the man liked to fuck him wearing skirts and thongs. They even recorded videos where that male fucked him in the ass by lifting his skirt and pulling the strip of thong fabric to one side.

Now she wanted nothing else, she wanted always to be treated like a female, a whore, a faggot. She did not want anyone who paid the slightest attention to her cock. She already had enough with having to fuck her wife from time to time. Luckily, with time and routines, that happened less and less, not even once a week. Andrea’s awareness of being a femal...