Chapter 15 by Zeebop

Does the charade work?

No One Notices Two Ladies Going To The Bathroom Together

"Jamie" was looking glassy-eyed ten minutes later, when Lois noticed the bartender leave the safety of the bar. Sweat sheened bluely on the exposed skin of the woman's neck in the odd subdued lighting of the bar, the black ponytail whisked back and forth. On the staged, a man's balls were wrapped with wire, turning an alarming shade of purple.

Lois Lane stood up, and helped Jimmy out of the booth. He looked very pale and butch in the reporter's clothes, and she smiled at his skinny legs in her tight red pants, the way his boyish ass filled the seat. With her bra under the t-shirt, he looked properly like a tomboy...and he leaned on her arm as she helped him towards the ladies' room.

Two women going into the bathroom together after a few drinks? No one even noticed.

The bathroom was tiled in red, with black stalls and black sinks. The bartender caught the reporter's eye and slid into the farthest stall. Lois, holding "Jamie" by the hand, dragged her into the neighboring stall.

"Missh Lane," he slurred in a whisper. "I have to pee..."

He faced the toilet and fumbled with her pants.

Lois sighed, wishing "Jamie" weren't such a lightweight. Without waiting for permission, Lois pulled down his pants and panties, turned him around, and sat him down.

"You're a girl," Lois reminded the crossdressing photographer. "You need to pee like a girl."

The bartender's foot tapped.

"If you're done, I don't have much time," the woman said from the other stall. "I want another hundred. Ask your questions."

Lois fished out her c-note. This was getting expensive. Behind her, she heard a tinkle as Jimmy Olsen began to pee.

"In the last couple of weeks, four women have gone missing," Lois began. She gave their names, their descriptions...and held the hundred-dollar bill below the level of the stall. The bartender grabbed it, but Lois held on. She wanted answers.