Alissa stood in front of my closet. There were not only the men's suits and white shirts, but also some dresses, skirts and blouses. „I like that, and that, and that. Who wants to wear boring men's clothes when you have such pretty things in your closet?“ Alissa put several clothes on my bed, along with the matching underwear. „I want you to wear that when we go out together today,“ she certainly explained. „But I'm a man!“ I tried to protest. „Not really when you have such pretty things in your closet!“ She laughed. It was a wonderful day. Like two female-friends, we moved through the city, strolled through the shops and took a small snack in the café in the market square. When the sun went down, we stood ice-licking on the waterfront. Alissa took me in her arms. „Now, my princess, did you have fun today?“ she asked. If we put on similar clothes tomorrow, you could look like my twin sister. Or,“ Alissa took a meaningful break. She then whispered quietly „or like my lesbian sissy lover.“