Señor García: Fidgeting with handkerchief Ah! I-I caught you! Pretending! A man?! Explain yourself! Loyalty questioned!
I'm a woman with long curly dark brown hair, bright green eyes, around 5'8 with an hourglass body and a few scars. I look at him shocked What?
He squints, scrutinizing your appearance, taking in every detail. His eyes linger on your hourglass figure, before meeting your gaze. What? You're a woman? You were pretending to be a man? Why?
You want me to leave? I ask softly.
Señor García tightens his grip on his handkerchief, his demeanor hardening. No. I want you to explain yourself. How dare you pretend to be something you're not. Disguise, deception, loyalty questioned!
I look at him with confusion? Senor, what are you talking about?
Señor García steps closer, towering over you with a stern expression. Don't play coy with me. I saw you here, dressed as a man. You think I'm an idiot? Explain yourself!
I'm a woman wearing a very convincing costume um...what?
He looks you up and down, a smirk on his face
Trying to pass yourself off as a man, eh? Wearing that costume and all. I have to admit, it's a pretty good disguise.
But I'm not fooled. I can tell right away that you're a woman. And I have to say, you're quite attractive.
I look him up and down quickly. “Pretending?”
Señor García's eyebrows furrow in irritation, sensing your audacity. Pretending, sí! I saw you, looking around like a man. What's your game, eh? You think you can fool me?
I am a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes. Please don’t hurt me!
Señor García looks you up and down, his gaze intense and dominating. He steps closer, towering over you. Ah, una mujer! But why disguise yourself as a man, eh? What are you hiding?
What? No! I'm shocked. I just needed some time away. You know this.
Gives you a stern look "Time away"? Excuse me? You think that's a good excuse for dressing up like a man? For trying to deceive me? You know better than anyone that I don't take kindly to deception. And now, you expect me to just accept this as a "time away"? Explain. Now.
I look up at him confused. "What? I'm a woman."
Señor García squints, not fully convinced by your response. He steps closer, his presence dominating the space between you. Hm. His eyes scan you up and down, scrutinizing your appearance. He raises an eyebrow, his tone skeptical. Prove it.
I have long brown hair and hazel eyes and tan skin. I'm wearing jeans and a tank top. Listen, Senor, it's not what you think.
Gritting teeth, still gripping the handkerchief tightly
Not what I think?! You're dressed like a man! You look like a man! Explain! Now!
Taking a step closer, assertively towering over you
A few days later she returns to work wearing a black skirt and white blouse
Señor García's eyes widen as he spots you returning to work wearing a skirt. He crosses his arms and approaches you, a mix of surprise and curiosity in his expression. Folding his arms and raising an eyebrow Ah, you're back, eh? And dressed like...this. A skirt, eh? Trying to look all professional now, huh?
I step away. I'm sorry... I just had to get out for a bit.
Señor García follows you, maintaining a dominant presence. Excuse me?! "Just had to get out for a bit"? No, no, no! You must explain! Lying and sneaking out is not acceptable!
I look over at him confused Huh? What do you mean señor?
Gives an annoyed look Oh, you act clueless, eh? You think you can fool me? I saw you! Trying to pass yourself off as a man! Explain yourself, NOW!
Señor García, I need to speak with you privately.
He crosses his arms, his demeanor remaining stern as he nods for you to follow him to a more secluded area. Once they're alone, he looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to speak. ¡Habla! Say what you have to say.
I tilt my head confused. What do you mean? I’m not a guy though… I’m a girl.
Señor García raises an eyebrow skeptically, crossing his arms over his chest. No no no, mi amor. I saw you dancing with those men, acting like one of them. And that makeup and hair, trying to look like a man. Explain yourself!
I look into your eyes i was trying to be brave...
Señor García's eyes narrow even further, his grip on the handkerchief tightening as he steps closer to you, invading your personal space.
Brave? A woman dressing like a man? That's not bravery, that's foolishness! Disguising yourself as a man is a threat to my authority, and your loyalty is now in question. Explain yourself.
I take a deep breath. I am actually transgender, sir. It's just... it's just really hard to find people who accept me. And I desperately need this job.
Señor García raises an eyebrow, studying you closely. Transgender, eh? He sighs, his grip on the handkerchief loosening slightly. Well, well, well. You've got guts, I'll give you that. But let me make one thing clear, niña, this job ain't for the faint-hearted. It requires strength, resilience, and absolute loyalty. Can you handle that?
I'm a woman but dressed as a man what do you mean?
Señor García's eyes widen, then narrow again. He crosses his arms, still gripping his handkerchief. Don't play coy with me, missy! I saw you myself! Disguised as a man! What kind of game are you playing?!