FRANZISKA OUT AND ABOUT

Today is October 31, it is my two-year blog anniversary, and this is posting #100, with some blog statistics, some links on where to find me or how to follow me, and a special edition called "The culinary crossdresser." So here is to crossdressing, to blogging, to the great contacts I have made through my still young blogging career, to fine foods, to clueless Italian waiters, to pink  Crémant , and to all the other bubbly and still wines that I love, both in drab and drag. Thanks for reading my blog, for following me, and for commenting 😀. Two-year blog statistics # of postings: 100 (within 105 weeks) # of clicks overall: 53.700 # of comments (including my replies): 324 (more would be great, as I am very curious what you like, dislike, or would like to see or hear about) # of followers: 14 (here on Blogspot) The most popular posts of my blog continue to be those on weekend trips crossdressed. And my #1 posting “Weekend trip crossdressed: perfect weather, perfect dress, perf...

The last day out and about that year, shortly before the long and dreadful COVID-related winter lock-down 2020/21. Franziska took the train to Aschaffenburg, a medieval city some 40 km from Frankfurt. That is in Bavaria and the clocks are ticking differently in smaller cities anyway, as you might know. People tend be both shorter than in large cities and more suspicious – in particular of tall (big city) women.   Portrait of the day. A different wig, as I am sure you noticed. In recent years, I have used two wigs, both made from natural hair. This was the first time Franziska was wearing this brunette wig and it was yet straight and un-coiffed. You'll see it styled in different ways in later postings. Lunch at a traditional, local restaurant, where Franziska’s male alter ego had been several times before. Outfit of the day. A knit dress I bought. Dinner at a restaurant close to the Stadttheater (Municipal Theater), followed by – you may have guessed – a visit to a (nice traditional...

Early summer, very warm, hence, a short and light summer dress during the day and a more formal one for dinner out. The hair is a bit messy. The wig urgently needs styling. Portrait of the day. Dress of the day. Dress of the evening. Enjoying dinner outside, right on Schweizer Straße in Frankfurt-Sachsenhausen.

After having changed at home and freshened up a little, Franziska went out for dinner, followed by a visit to one of her favorite wine bars (unfortunately, no picture available this time).   Leaving the house, common spot to take a picture.   At a restaurant in Frankfurt-Sachsenhausen, sitting outside and enjoying a light breeze.

A warm summer day with two outfits. The joy of crossdressing, of course, lies in being able to wear different outfits. Franziska sometimes wears two outfits on a day out and about, one during the day and one in the evening. In this case there were no specific evening plans, other than trying out a new restaurant. This posting covers the daytime dress, one that I love, although, the fact that it is very short, and silky-satin makes me a little self-conscious.  Portrait of the day. At the Frankfurt stock exchange. There is a similar picture of Franziska from 2014. Maybe one day I will put them next to each other. Having a drink – something sparkling, of course. This is during the COVID summer of 2020 and all public bars etc. were fenced in with only a limited number of people allowed. This is one of my favorites: nice combination of colors, Franziska surrounded by cute dresses, playful open hair with sunglasses. The “Iron Bridge” again with its thousands of locks, looking upriver wit...

A nice and warm spring day in Frankfurt: Time for a light dress, thin pantyhose, and flat sandals.   Portrait of the day. Final check in the mirror: and go! Lunch at an Italian Restaurant outside of Frankfurt’s “Kleinmarkthalle” (“Market Hall”, a temple for fresh produce and other food items and a great place for lunch and drinks). “Hefeweizen”, a staple in Germany’s beverage landscape – and enjoyed not only by men. Checked by the police! On the way home, I was spending some time on one of Frankfurt’s bridges over the river Main, taking some more pictures of myself, respectively, asking another person to take a picture. Apparently, I was read by somebody, who then secretly called the police, claiming there was “some creep taking pictures of girls passing by”. Shortly thereafter, I was stopped by the police on a corner of a street, inquiring what I was up to and stating that they had been alerted. Within minutes, we parted again, after they had convinced themselves that I was not a ...