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"You've just lost me again, but it sounds simple, why don't you just call this friend of yours and ask her to move in with you for a week, that should satisfy your folks."

"But that's the problem, there isn't anyone named Anne . . . I really don't know anyone, and she was just an imaginary one!"

"Now, you have a real problem, how much time do we have?"

"Till tomorrow morning, and I can't think of anyone."

She started weeping, and I tried to hold her and comfort her, but it looked as if we were at a real impasse. We sat for a while, both silently trying to come up with a solution, but to be honest my mind was blank. Suddenly she had an idea.

"I think I have something that just might work, but it will take a lot of cooperation from you. Do you really love me as much as you claim?”

"Yes, of course, why?"

“Because I am going to call on you to prove it. I know that this is a terrible thing to ask . . .”

“Oh, I know we'll just tell your parents that I'm your roommate and that I look the way I do because I have a gender identity problem.”

“Well, sort of . . . only you won't look like you have a problem. Could you make yourself be Anne for me?"

"If you think that I'm going to put on a dress and flit around here for your parents, you're crazy."

"Bill, please, just try anyway. It could work you know, and it's my only hope. After all, if they find out that I've been lying, they would take me right home. And anyway, we're the same size, and your hair's long, and you've got small feet, and you'd . . .

She was crying in earnest now. This request in desperation was about the only if implausable way to pull this off by tomorrow. I had to make a decision. I had told her and myself that I loved her more than anything in the world, and when the chips were down, now, would I back out.

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