As the light streamed through the pink curtains of Lotte von Goethe’s bedroom curtains that morning, she couldn’t help but wake up with a smile. Her penpal, a young lad who went by the name Octavia, had arrived at her house yesterday from the USA. He’d decided to come and visit on a whim, to surprise Lotte and her brother Wilhelm. Octavia was a crossdresser, and made no secret of the fact that he was a boy who liked to get in touch with his feminine side on a daily basis. Whilst he was in his male garb, he preferred to be called by his Christian name, Ottman, however Lotte frequently referred to him as Otto, a nickname he did not mind so much. Lotte was not used to seeing him dressed up in his male attire, and kept making the mistake of referring to him as a girl. He let it slide, knowing she was used to seeing him as Octavia.
Otto, who had arrived in the UK as Octavia, had opted to stay in Lotte’s bedroom. This had some