FRANZISKA OUT AND ABOUT

Today is Thursday and while I finish writing this blog posting to send it off to you, I am sitting on the ICE high-speed train from Frankfurt to the fantastic city of Hamburg, for yet another weekend trip crossdressed, Franzi’s second one this year. This is Franzi’s weekend trip crossdressed # 6 in total and # 2 thereof with an extended length of three nights at the destination. With me on the train is the cerulean suitcase that you are familiar with already, filled with all you need for a variety of female dressing and a smaller second bag filled exclusively with shoes. As usual, I travel en femme and without any male backup clothes. Let’s get back to Franzi’s trip to Aachen in May 2025. This is day two of three in the city of my Alma Marter and I was going to visit the urban quarter where I lived at that time. But first things first – some shopping. Outfit of the day was a petrol-colored miniskirt, a while sleeveless blouse, white sandals, and 7 denier nylons. And as it was still a l...

Outfit #2 of this weekend trip crossdressed was a simply wonderful green flower-print satin dress that I have had for years and that I enjoy wearing anew every time. Leaving the hotel around 6 pm, Franzi headed towards Elisenbrunnen, the public tap of the city's hot spring and to a small park behind the hot spring with several bars and cafes around. This is where I enjoyed an Aperol Spritz. I had done my research and had found a great restaurant where I had reserved a table for one. The waitress greeted me nicely, brought me to my table, and complimented me on my dress. I hope you like fish, otherwise this is going to be no fun for you: Marinated mackerel, bass, and cod, in that order. Unfortunately, I forgot to take a photograph of the menu, so I cannot tell you of any details on the fixings anymore. I vow improvement for the next dinners. It started out with some bread. Fresh, still slightly warm, and some butter, followed by three amuse bouche. Attention! The white piece is a dr...

If you have read the reports on my previous weekend trips crossdressed, you know the sequence: Months ahead, I start to write down idea and concept, time and location, travel and accommodation, program and events, outfits, packing list, challenges. And then I go about to book and reserve, anything from vacation days, hotel room and train tickets, to evening entertainment.   If you have not read my previous posting from three days earlier, I strongly recommend to do so before reading on here. This posting today is about Franzi’s trip to Aachen by ICE high-speed train. It wasn’t so much a high-speed experience, due to an accident some weeks earlier that left quite a bit of damage, for which reason we had to use a regular-speed and longer train route.   The postings to follow within the next couple of weeks will then report on dinner on Friday evening and a visit to one of my former hangouts, on shopping and lunch on Saturday, on sightseeing in the historic parts of town in the a...

Meticulously planned weeks and months in advance, Franziska visited the city of Aachen – more precisely “Bad Aachen,” as the city is officially recognized as a “Heilbad” (bad = bath in German, spa town) – for yet another weekend trip crossdressed. As all regular readers of this blog know, Franziska’s most favorite en femme pastimes are enjoying food and wine at restaurants, hence the chosen by-name “The culinary crossdresser” and going on weekend trips. Stana, the host of “Femulate” had awarded me the honor in April 2025 to feature a short article on "Going places en femme.” Why Aachen? Most of you, unless historically inclined or interested in equitation, will likely never have heard of this city of some 250.000 inhabitants, close to the triple point of Germany, Belgium, and The Netherlands before. It is a beautiful city and with three hours on the ICE high-speed train from Frankfurt, it is not too far away for a weekend trip. But Aachen (Aix-la-Chapelle, Aken, Aquisgrán, Aquisgr...

Opera – again – some of my readers might say. I have received comments here on my blog and also on CDH, from sisters that apparently do not like operas. And I fully understand that one might not like operas. I have seen operas I did not like. But I have also very much been surprised and inspired by operas. In general, I enjoy the drama of operas, their language(s) and poetry, the impressive skills and professionalism of the actors and musicians, and the artistic complexity that many of them display. I also like the historical and cultural significance and heritage of this classical art form. But I also understand the reasons for which people dislike operas, such as their length, old-fashioned context, vocal style, and foreign languages, often requiring preparation and pre-reading, or their pace and complexity, or their high cost in terms of ticket price and limited accessibility, requiring travel and accomodation. Moreover, operas may be perceived as exclusive and elitist. Tell me what...

As I had reported in my previous posting, the key purpose of this day out-and-about in mid-April 2025 was Franzi’s visit to the hairdresser for an in-salon appointment. I had made that appointment two months earlier and I had dropped off my long blonde wig at the hairdresser four week earlier. A full-scale treatment, consisting of washing, pin curlers, drying, styling was not possible with a wig that only loosely sits on my head. After my wonderful lunch at "Kanonesteppel," I arrived wearing my medium length blonde wig that you already know from my last posting, and I was placed in the hairdresser’s chair. In the background, my washed, treated, and to-be-styled wig. After removal of the pin curlers, my hairdresser first worked on it with his hands and fingers, drawing out the curls. You can see how this unfolds in the following pictures. He then placed it on my head and continued to style it. What do you think? Is that a fun and worthwhile thing to do en femme? I left the oth...