Tiffany was also becoming addicted, only she was addicted to her fame. She couldn’t step outside without being approached by fans. She was being coddled by the press, and by people wanting her services and nothing was too good for her as far as they were concerned. She was being wined and dined and the offers were pouring in. Everyone wanted a piece of Tiffany, the magazines, TV stations and even a movie offer, and she loved it. The hard part was trying to remember she was an undercover FBI agent and not to lose sight of what she was here for, to bring down Melissa.

Hank called to see if she could find time for the investigation.

“Hey, do you have time for dinner?” he asked.

“Tonight?” she asked.

“Yes, I need to talk to you,” he said.

“I’m supposed to go on a local talk show, maybe after that,” she said.

“How late?” he asked.

“Around ten?”

“I guess that will work, I’ll see you then. Meet me at Tony’s,” Hank said.

Hank was waiting when Tiffany arrived at Tony’s.

“Wow, you look terrific,” Hank said.

“Thank you, I didn’t remove my makeup from the show. How’ve you been?” Tiffany asked.

“Pretty good, what about yourself?” he asked.

“Very busy, I don’t think I’ve had a free moment in the week. My schedule is crazy,” she said.

“Well at least mine’s the same, walk the beat and make friends. Are you hungry?” he asked.

“A little, I think I’d like a slice of pizza,” she said.

Hank ordered the pizza and returned to the table.

“I’ve been asking around about the drug thing and you wouldn’t believe the looks I’m getting from the guys. I think there’s a lot more involved here than just the Captain,” Hank said.

“Have you had any feed back?” Tiffany asked.

“A little, there’s been mention of six or seven guys involved in this thing. I think we might be opening a can of worms we might wish we never had,” Hank said.

“Do you think it’s really dangerous?” Tiffany asked.

“I’m afraid it is, these guys aren’t fooling around and someone having an accident is a real possibility,” he said.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble with this. Maybe I can find another way of getting the information,” Tiffany said.

“Look, I hate dirty cops with a passion and now that I know what I do, I want to continue. I know you want to be able to go to the police about Melissa, but I want you to wait until I find out more and when it’s safe I’ll let you know,” he said.

Tiffany reached across the small table and took Hank’s hand in hers.

“You’re so sweet,” she said.

Tiffany was changing, and in some ways she like it, and others she disliked what was happening to her. She liked the freedom of being Tiffany Rollins, but her growing attraction toward Hank was scaring her. She knew her feelings toward him weren't right. She knew she hadn’t become enough of a woman to forget who she really was, but something was drawing her to like this man as a lover. Her femininity was winning her heart and she felt uneasy about her new found feelings. Was she going to lose Dirk with all that had happened, and would that be so bad, she wondered. Brenda certainly seemed happy with her new life. Why do I have so much trouble embracing it too? My breasts have started swelling, and I haven’t complained about that, so why shouldn’t I become Tiffany Rollins?

Her thoughts were interrupted as Hank pulled his hand from Tiffany’s and went to get the pizza slices. He returned and handed Tiffany hers.

“Thank you,” she said, as she looked deeply into his eyes.

“You’re welcome. Is there anything new around your offices?” Hank asked.

“Not much except I know Melissa is giving cocaine to the receptionist, I think she wants her to become an escort,” Tiffany said.

“I thought she only used models?” Hank asked.

“She does, but Brenda is cute and has a body that won’t quit. I wish I had her figure,” she said.

“Your figure is perfect. Just ask your fans,” Hank said.

“Thank you, but I have a models figure and Brenda has a pinup’s figure. Her breasts are much bigger than mine,” Tiffany said.

“Don’t put yourself down, Tiffany, you’re an incredible beautiful woman and I’m sure if you were to ask Brenda, she would want to be you,” he said.

“I doubt it, Brenda and I are very different. She’s so daring and adventurous, where as I’m much quieter than she is,” she said.

“Well I like the quiet you, so please don’t change.”

“I won’t,” she said quietly and felt herself blush, damn why does he do this to me, she wondered.

The couple ate their pizza and it was time to leave. Hank hailed a cab for Tiffany and held open her door.

“Thank you for the pizza Hank and call me tomorrow please,” she said.

“I will, goodnight,” he said and pulled her lips to his and kissed her goodnight.

“Goodnight Hank,” Tiffany said when they broke the kiss.

Hank closed the door behind her and the cab left. Tiffany was in a quandary, she had enjoyed Hank’s kiss. She in fact wished it had lasted longer. Had months of celibacy started to take their toll and she wanted anything at this moment, or was there a subtle shift in the way she was feeling about herself? Was she becoming the woman she had feared so much and losing Dirk to the hormones she had continued to take. She knew she felt more feminine, but that could be from living as a woman for so long? However, that didn’t explain the new attraction toward men.

Even when she started modeling, it was a chore to keep from getting erect, but that novelty had worn off and seeing the other girls in various stages of undress was just another day at the office as far as she was concerned. The other girls didn’t excite her anymore. Why did she keep referring to herself as one of the girls? Even more troubling though was that she was becoming excited in some small measure when Hank kissed her and that was something she hadn’t planed. Maybe she was really becoming Tiffany Rollins, female model.

The thought put her at ease as she laid her perfectly painted nails on her leg and felt the softness of her skin. Tiffany was having doubts as to whether she could give this up when the assignment was over. Being Tiffany Rollins had become too easy for her. The pampering and the new feelings she was having as the hormones changed her brain. The yearning to be kissed by Hank, and the sensitivity of her breasts when she bathed, had changed her in a big way. She would have to put a lot of thought into the rest of her life, and it might not be as Dirk.