My Saturday as tourist in Copenhagen was so nice (and successful!) that I suddenly had the idea to return to Paris as Béatrice. I always wanted to take a plane in one of my skirts but the complication was of course that there was a boarder and passport controls between my actual position and home.

I phoned my wife telling her about my day and about my idea (hoping that she would call me an idiot and tried to talk me out of it). Did she? No she was bad enough to just tell me "do what you feel is allright". Great help !! I thought the night would help me decide but next morning I apparently still didn't know really what to do. But somehow my male clothes all ended up in my suitcase and my make-up was still sitting there in the bathroom waiting to be applied. OK then.... what the h.ll lets try it.

I have to admit that I was a little bit more nervous than usually when I started my transformation. I shaved, put on my make-up and dressed. When I put on my stockings I realized that one had a run. No way I could go like that. I had forseen dark stockings to go with my skirt-suit. Rats, what to do now? Checking my stocks of hose I had to rely on my last pair of stay-up stockings in a clear 'sun-tan' color. This had to do, no time to go out and find others, anyway it was Sunday, and time was running.

I wanted to be early at the airport in case they gave me problems and would have to change to my male part. I went to pay the hotel and asked for a taxi. They of course read me but there was no reaction. The cab-driver had no objection too (and no other reaction than looking at my legs, I have to say that the skirt of the outfit is reasonably long when I am standing but sitting in it is somewhat 'revealing' and I haven't yet figured out how to get in and out a car in a decent way when I am wearing it!

Anyway, on the way to the airport - too late to change. After arrival I had to ask my way around to the correct checkin counter and there I registered. The lady at the counter asked for my ticket and passport - looked at both and gave me the boarding pass without hesitation, although my passport photo doesn't look at all as I looked that moment. These Danish people are just tooooo nice and tolerant !!!!!

I quickly proceeded to the duty-free and transition zone. Security check and X-ray of hand baggage (I only had a small purse left now) - not a single eye-brow showed any reaction. Now, I don't know if you have ever been to Copenhagen airport, but the duty-free area is quite big and I felt at home. First thing I did was to go to a small shop selling stockings and such to buy some new hose in the colour I wanted. Next step was to go to the ladies and rush into a stall to put them on. After that I had a good browsing around the shops, buying only some newspaper and finally, I still had a lot of time before bording, had something to eat and drink in a restaurant.

Boarding time was getting closer, but I did not want to sit in the gate area for too long time at the scrutiny of all the other (bored) voyagers checking out everybody. So I decided to be (for once) a bit late. I wanted as well to go to the ladies room and found a very calm wing of the airport close to my gate and used for internal flights. I went in there and as I was alone touched up my make-up in front of the mirror. Went into a stall, came out and found myself face-to-face to a lady with a 15ish year old daughter. They didn't say anything and I just walked off *oufff*

The time I arrived at the gate they just had started to board. I joined the line and found my seat. Luckily the plane was far from being full and I had nobody next to me. Once in flight, I ordered Champagne, of course noblesse oblige ! Was it that I was still nervous? I didn't think so, but somehow I spilled some champagne over the little table and had to ask the steward for a towel. He was even so nice to bring me a new bottle. "you didn't need to do that" I said and he replyed "no please accept it, Madame" What a pleasure!

Somewhat later I crossed my legs and - scratch - my heel went over my leg and there was not a run, there was a hole in my hose! I had to go to the airplane-thingy and change back to the stockings I had had to put on earlier and had kept luckily in my purse since I had changed in the airport.

The rest of the flight was rather un-eventful (the stewardess had realized obviously but played the game). and I even asked them to take a picture of me. The steward took two, once with and once without the flash:

When the plane touched down the adrenaline was getting higher again, the immigration was getting closer and no way to get back, my bag was somewhere in the luggage compartment and to be taken after the identity control. Anyway - too late to worry now !

After debording I found myself in a line with people from non EC (European Community) and passport controls for them were strict and slow. I hoped that maybe when I showed them my European passport they would immediately wave me through, but - the rather young agent looked at me (no reaction), took my passport - looked at it and said :"NO" I handed him the card of our association which has both male and female photo (although my male photo is not really what I do look like today) and said with a smile:" yes, officer, this is really me!" He looked at the card, my passport, and again at the card and .... waved me through. WOW! I made it. Just a bit of waiting for my luggage in the middle of some hundreds of voyagers (how could this now still impress me ?) grab a taxi and go home.

I have to say I was impressed by what I just had done, but so was my wife seing me arriving like that - and for her pleasure in a skirt-suit she had bought me! I fly very often, but this is a flight, I am sure, I will not forget!

And I did learn something from it too: ever since I always keep a spare paire of hose in my purse!

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