Pyjamas on a sleeper train?

Cisgendered means the person was born into the gender they recognise as being their own.
So a boy who is happy with his genitalia is cisgendered, while one who yearns for womanhood is not.

I'm with MawBroon too. Just imagine being a young single girl travelling and finding that you have to share a cabin with someone like the winner of the Eurovision Song Contest a couple of years ago.

The only night trains I have ever travelled in, had six bunks per compartment. I always booked the top one, as it felt more private and the luggage shelf was up there too, so I put my haversack under my feet.

Nightwear: t-shirt and panties, slipped on my skirt if I needed to go to the toilet during the night. The bunks had curtains, so I could take my bra off before settling down and pop it back on in privacy. Changed my underpants at the first ladies' I could find with a wash-basin in the cubicle, after getting off the train.

I know I’m old, but I’m lost here- WTF is a ‘cisgendered person’ ???

I think you are entitled to feel comfortable in a situation. (In the same way that we have had threads on changing rooms and public lavatories. )
Not too much to expect.

Never travelled by sleeper train - one for the to do list me thinks :-) - but once I tried the leggings and T-shirt combo I've always opted for that.

It's worked out well on planes and ferries, I've worn leggings of different lengths from above the knee to full length depending on what I thought the temperature would be.

Good Luck and enjoy your journey :-)

But, Nelliemoser, what has rape do do with gender identity? Are there any statistics that say that people who self-identify with a gender they were not born with are more likely to be rapists than cisgendered people?

Whatever preserves ones dignity.A diaphanous creation is for the bedroom not the Paddington /Penzance.

Our best ever was in India. We bought a small rail compartment with a little man for the week. It was like a travelling hotel room. Each evening we would be detached from the train and put into a siding fir the night, the little man cooked our supper in his bit of the coach and converted the sofas into a double bedroom, with a double bed. I told him where we wanted to go the next day and he arranged that the right train would come and join us on at the right time and carry us to our next destination. In 1978 the week cost something like £200 for the pair if us. We went from Bombay ( Mumbai) to the Fiithills if the Himalaya calling at Agra, Delhi and several smaller places en route. Magic and effectively our main honeymoon, we married nine months later and went to Paris fir the weekend.

I'm with you on that one Maw

I would love to have seen this carriage in it's hey day.
Think gold tassels, red velvet curtains, inlaid wood panelling.
The other amusing part was: the porter ( there was only one)
made some money out of buying all the food and drink himself and sold it on for a profit.

I am with MawBroon on this. I am sorry but wanting to decide that you are of to be whatever gender you feel like being on a wet Monday morning is not acceptable.

I have no issues with gays or transgendered people but as Maw said, men have a penis and are usually much stronger than us women.

rapecrisis.org.uk/statistics.php

Approximately 85,000 women and 12,000 men are raped in England and Wales alone every year; that's roughly 11 rapes (of adults alone) every hour. These figures include assaults by penetration and attempts.

I'd go the whole hog by wearing a dreamy nightdress or a silk shift with spaghetti straps...or a shorts set (nightwear) of a thin cotton pj top and matching shorts.
Leggings and top are fine anytime.
Your earlier trip, Cologne to Vienna sounds worthy of a film, especially in winter and you in silk attire
I've journeyed on a train in Russia many years ago and it was magical at night.
Done the Caledonia sleeper from London many times and the thrill never lessens. I wore wore white cotton pjs the first time.
Enjoy...

Granted but if he has a penis and a beard I don’t want him sharing with me.

If someone identifies as a gender that is not their birth gender, then that is their gender, and they deserve to be treated with respect. Gender and sexuality are complex, and for some people to two are not aligned-we now know there is not a binary divide, but a spectrum. If someone I know had their right to identify themselves questioned, I would be very sad, and I expect you would to if it was someone you loved.

Because, Dora Marr I could “identify “ as a leggy supermodel/sex goddess but it wouldn’t, in the words of Captain Jean-Luc Picard, “make it so”.

Ouch MawBroon, why the quotation marks?

Given that if you are travelling alone you may as of now be sharing with somebody who “identifies” as a woman, I hope that at least they do wear pyjamas (or something ) ??

I have never been on a sleeper train but when I fly somewhere on a plane with seats that can be transformed into beds, I always change into pyjamas.

It is similar travelling overnight on a ferry - I often had the thought about what would I do if there was an emergency - then a friend told me that she always wore leggings on the boat just Incase as no one was getting a view of her bits and pieces! I decided she was right and now do the same.
I never sleep well on the ferry but discovered I am better with the leggings on as my legs don’t get cold with the air con.

Oh this is another thing I should put on the 'I have never' thread! I always imagine sleeper trains to be like those on the old murder films and the heroine is in her silk pyjamas These days if I was to travel on one it would be nothing until I had to put something on!

Marmight, a kaftan sounds lovely, but since my partner has Parkinson's now it will be me who has to climb put to the top bunk, so I don't think that will be practical. I'm enjoying reading all these memories of sleeper travel- we've done Cologne to Vienna ( magical, watching the full moon silver the Rhine as we passed along it) and Bologna-Paris (ancient train-pretty awful) and the Sud Express. I've never slept in a couchette, but imagine it must be quite fun if you're young, and it is cheap. However, age and the need to go to the loo in the night (particularly after a couple of glasses of vino verde) means we have booked a first class compartment with our own bathroom. Not really that expensive, as it's a long journey and we save on a hotel bill.

As I sleep in the buff, I usually take a Kaftan type thingie when I need to cover up. It doubles up as a beach/evening cover up too. I'm off to Scotland next week to stay with friends so am resorting to an ancient Qantas pyjama top and 'leisure' pants to preserve my dignity/keep me warm.

We did a lot of train travel in Europe in the 80s and early 90s, which always required couchette booking. The berths for 6 people were made from seat, seat back lifted up and luggage rack in a normal small compartment. Each passenger was provided with a thin little pillow and blanket. I never got any sleep but the children loved travelling this way.
We usually went to Italy and sleepless at dawn i used to stand in the corridor watching the Swiss alps in their glory as the sun rose. Unforgettable.

I remember those couchettes. My friend, sister and I shared a compartment with a family of three, so no changing into PJ's. This was around 1959/60, and we were going to Austria. Smashing holiday.