Bornheim OR Caught in a moment of weakness

In March 2025, Franzi visited the district of Frankfurt-Bornheim by tram during a weeknight evening outing (link). Bornheim is a popular neighborhood with many bars and restaurants. During that visit, only the lower part of Bornheim’s liveline “Berger Straße” was covered, going from “Merianplatz” to “Höhenstraße.” In August 2025, the second part followed, again as a weeknight evening outing, hence, a mere four hours out en femme.

Portrait of the evening

Outfit of the evening was a long, sleeveless, dotted satin dress – with a neckline that I would not call discreet – 5 denier nylons, black sandals, and a black knit cardigan. I hadn’t worn this dress since Franzi’s first weekend trip crossdressed to Stuttgart in July 2022. This dress also highlights why it is so important for crossdressers to be mindful and watchful of t-shirt arms.

“Sehr hübsch” (very pretty) was a comment I received from a gentleman, who passed me by on the way.

I took the subway to Bornheim-Mitte, where I happened to arrived at 6 p.m. sharp, just when the local farmers market was closing.

You know Franzi well enough by now to foresee to course of events. The first stop was to sit down to relax and to have a drink. This ritual is well earned and follows on a somewhat stressful time, as many of you know: taking out all your needs for an outing: make-up, jewelry, curves, accessories, handbag and content, selecting an outfit, shaving, applying make-up, changing from wallet to purse, packing your handbag, getting dressed, putting on jewelry, styling your wig, spraying perfume, taking photos, sneaking out of the house, to name just the major tasks.

Hence, the first opportunity to sit down, to relax, and to have a drink is very welcome. It is a time to reflect: did I forget anything, how do I look, do I pass or are people look at me strangely?

While I was sitting there, two things happened, I noticed a restaurant next door that looked somewhat familiar, and it started to rain. Hence, I paid up and moved over to the restaurant. When I read their menu card, I noticed a full-page of various “Flammkuchen” (Tarte Flambee), a specialty of the house, and then I remembered that I had a date here, some 20 years ago.

After dinner and the rain had stopped, I walked around Bornheim-Mitte. It is a good place to live, maybe not with a family and children, but if you are young, if you like to go out, if you don’t mind somewhat unorthodox-looking folks around or every second person being accompanied by a dog.

Towards the end of my tour, I stopped for a drink at a bar with outside seating, and, incidentally, next to it was a tobacco shop. I bought a small pack of the very cigarillos that my wife and I occasionally, say, 10 times a year and only in summer, enjoy on the terrasse with a glass of red wine or a whisky, late in the evening. I asked the waiter for a light and smoked for the very first time in my life en femme.

Franzi, caught in a moment of weakness