The Greatest Lie Part 4

"Exactly my point of view. But the methodology is just impossible. How can one get these people to tell anything but lies of convenience?"

You can’t, I thought to myself. "I think I can. Let me put together my proposal."

"When can you be prepared?"

"Later today," I said.

"Really, that’s amazing. Very well, meet me here at six. I’m leading a seminar; if it runs late, just let yourself in."

I stopped at a pay phone and called Jon, telling him I needed to use his apartment to prepare for a meeting with Finch. I hauled my secret backpack of girl clothes, makeup and accessories there, and commandeered his bathroom, locked the door, and commenced my boudoir. I indulged myself in the shower until the hot water was gone, then wiped the steamy mirror clear. I tweezed and shaped my eyebrows, applied mascara, eyeliner and shadow, foundation, color and lip gloss. I blew my punk hair into a sexy, spiky bob. I put moisturized and perfumed with my favorite Sephora fragrances, then squeezed into some ultra tight low riders and a snug, cropped tube top that squeezed my little breasts into jiggling compressed cones and bared my flat midriff. I tottered on my favorite platform sandals. I looked like a very high-end street urchin, and I felt great as I admired myself in the mirror. Jon was stunned by the vision and embraced me from behind, nuzzling his cock against my behind and fondling my breasts.

I stared him down in the mirror. "In your dreams, Jon. Just like you, I’m gonna get me a new boyfriend."

"Allie, he wasn’t a new boyfriend."

"Oh great, going back to your old boyfriend after your summer romance. Look, I wouldn’t have minded if it was a girl, but I can’t handle this."

"I told you I was bi-sexual."

"I thought that meant you liked girls, not other men."

"That’s just the point, Allie, to me you are a girl."