The pleasures and the pains of wearing a new wig

This was the first time I was wearing my new wig. That is the wig I bought online after the unpleasant experience at the wig store in downtown Frankfurt. I had also told you in earlier postings that I have my three human hair wigs washed, groomed, and styled at a local hairdresser after three to five days out and about. With this new wig, I first wanted to see and feel how it would “perform” without any styling. Here are some observations from the first three days with the new wig in its as-received form.

Let’s start with an assumption. I assume that any cis girl, the same way as I do as a cis boy, has grown to understand how one’s hair behaves. It might change over years, but in principle you know when to wash it, which products to best use for its care, and how to style it. With my short gray hair, the latter point is very easy 😁. You might even understand how its behavior varies seasonally or with climate.

With a new wig – especially one you ordered online – you have no experience whatsoever, as different wigs behave differently. A new wig of course feels wonderful, because it is more-or-less flawless, the hair is very silky, and it is fun to play with it, to try different styles, to see and feel how it reacts to movement, etc. It also changes your appearance compared to your other wig(s). You might look younger or older, or more hip or more conservative.

 

But a new wig also poses challenges. The hair does not stay where you want it to stay. It hangs down. It might fall in your face, wind might mess it up. Clips slide down or fall off. So, for these first three days out and about, I was constantly busy checking my appearance, adjusting, trying new things, being unnerved at times, until I was finally ready to drop it off at my hairdresser to get it washed, groomed, and styled. What came out of it, you will be able to see in my future postings that will cover Franziska’s most recent weekend trip crossdressed. Or if you are too curious to wait, feel free to check out this newest picture on my CDH profile.

I met a sister once who always wears the exact same wig and who has a whole stash of these, being afraid that the maker might stop producing them at one point. And I fully understand that, if you want to establish yourself as a re-recognizable femme persona. For me, this is not the case. I like to be able to dramatically change my look, to play with more subtle and passable appearances, such as a brunette wig, a long dress, little skin, light make-up, flat shoes OR to go “full monty,” with high heels, dramatic make-up, a skimpy blouse, a miniskirt, and long blond hair that is highly attention-catching, running a high risk of being read. A slight problem in that approach is that you might expect to be re-recognized, say, by a shop keeper or a waiter, but that your appearance so much differs from the last time(s) that he or she will not.

How is that for you?

This day in mid-December started out – as so often – with a nice walk along the river Main towards downtown Frankfurt. Outfit of the day was a pair of very tight-fitting faux leather pants, a satin blouse, a black blazer, a red quilted jacket, and red ankle boots. This posting will cover that day until the late afternoon. The next one will follow shortly and will end where?: of course, at the wine bar.

Portraits of the day

Haha, the large metal rear entrance of “Kaiserdom St. Bartholomäus“ again, which you have seen several times before

Lunch again at “Kleinmarkthalle” and at my favorite lunch place, enjoying pasta with Italian black truffles and a glass of pink Trento DOC (that is a “processo superiore” from the Italian province of Trento)

Visiting the largest department store in Frankfurt and posing with their XMAS decoration

A pink crémant at my favorite prosecco bar on the same floor as the women’s department

And visiting this very cool and stylish wine bar in Frankfurt’s new old town, where you have seen Franziska numerous times before. No, the bottle in the cooler in not mine. It might appear to you that drink a lot of wine, and I am the first one to admit that, but I do not order a whole bottle of wine for myself.