Weekend trip crossdressed: “Rite of passing”

If you recall the last posting, you will recognize for which of the dresses Franziska fell. And as there were a couple of hours left before the evening event, she decided to sport it right away.

Something remarkable happened this afternoon, let’s call it “Rite of passing” 😀.

What is the ultimate proof that you are passable, meaning that it is not immediately obvious that you are a man in a dress? First, I would say if your own mother or your sister do not read or recognize you. I didn’t manage to enforce this test before my mother died, but I am sure she would have taken it lightly - after some initial shock. And unfortunately (thinking of all the missed opportunities to crossdress in my early teens), I do not have a sister. Second, I would say if a trans sister does not read you. I have spotted several crossdressers in my life that just happened to cross my path (no pun intended) and I assume that there were others that I did not read.

 

That afternoon in Cologne, I was sitting outside at one of the open squares in the historic district (last picture in this posting) when a goth trans-sister with an lgbtq-print jute shopping bag in hands walked by. We briefly made eye contact, but she did not show any sign of having read me and rather looked down, having understood that she had been read. I had the urge to get up and talk to her but was afraid to scare her off.