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Chapter 10
"Turn your head just a little," click, "A little more, smile," click,
"Now pout, ooh, that's sexy," click, "Lean a little," click, "Now think
of your boyfriend making love to you," Enrique said as Tiffany posed for
the next shot.
Tiffany's smile turned sour with that request. Enrique didn't know about
Tiffany nor did anyone else for that matter other than Brenda and what he
had just requested turned her stomach. The thought of a man fondling and
touching her made her skin crawl. Tiffany may have arrived in New York
City with a new attitude about her undercover assignment but her values
hadn't changed, she remained Dirk under all this fluff and makeup, and
she was determined that wouldn't change.
When Tiffany arrived the first day of work for her interview with
Melissa, Brenda had noticed a great change in her friend. Try as she may
Tiffany had remained surly during her training. She had hated the girl
part of all this and after Brenda had left, she was alone. She lashed out
at the only person she had contact with, Maria.
"I hate this, I hate the clothes, I hate the makeup, and I hate you,"
Tiffany screamed at Maria.
The slap came swift and hard, "Don't you ever talk to me like that you
ungrateful little bitch," Maria said, with venom in her voice.
Tiffany felt the sting of Maria's hand on her face and then much to her
embarrassment tears filled her eyes and she began to cry. The tears ran
down her cheeks, men don't cry like this and yet I'm crying, God I've
become a girl and didn't even know it, which produced the intended
results, the dam broke.
Tiffany had hurt Maria deeply, Maria had come to love her creation, not
in a sexual way but deeply as one would love her sister and Tiffany had
lashed out at her in the cruelest way possible, with her words.
Maria looked at Tiffany and wanted to say more but knew she didn't have
to. She could see that Tiffany was distraught for what had just happened,
she had finally surrendered her masculinity.
Maria took Tiffany in her arms and held her tight.
"Let it out, don't be ashamed of crying, it will make you stronger," she
said as she stroked Tiffany's hair. Tiffany gained control of her
emotions and held Maria tight. Maria was her anchor and with out her she
felt that she would surely die.
"I'm so sorry for what I said," Tiffany sniffed, looking at her friend,
"I really didn't mean it"
"I know you didn't," Maria responded, looking deeply into her friend's
eyes.
What happened next confounded both Maria and Tiffany. Maria drew
Tiffany's face to hers and brushed her lips softly against Tiffany's.
Maria had never had an encounter with another woman but when their lips
touched, it was magic. Maria kissed Tiffany again and didn't pull back,
but parted her lips and thrust her tongue into Tiffany's waiting mouth.
This interlude continued until they consummated what Maria had started
and Dirk was buried deep within her. The two held each other tight not
wanting this moment to end.
"Tiffany, I'm going to miss you," Maria said.
"I'll miss you too."
"Now, can you feel secure enough with yourself to play a girl named
Tiffany until this assignment ends?" Maria asked.
"Right now, I don't feel like a girl named Tiffany, and yes I can,
because I know that Dirk will be waiting to return to you," Tiffany said.
"Don't be silly, what we did just happened, no commitments, just two
people, a man and a woman making love. I hope now that you can make the
distinction between Tiffany and Dirk. You are Dirk and you're just
pretending to be a girl name Tiffany. Just remember to be Tiffany while
you are in New York and when this is over be Dirk again, but don't try to
be both and remember even as Tiffany, you're one hell of a man."
Dirk finally got the message, there was no shame in being a girl, in fact
some of it had been fun and now was the time to embrace it, it was time
to become Tiffany.
"Did I say something that bothered you?" asked Enrique.
"I'm sorry, no, I just lost my concentration," Tiffany said.
"Good, now please look sexy for me, good, perfect, I'm done with this
outfit, go change and we'll start all over again."
Tiffany changed into another business suit and the photo shoot continued.
The posing and bending was much more difficult than she thought it would
be but she continued to smile and do as asked. Twenty outfits later they
were done.
"Tiffany, you were magnificent," stated Enrique, "absolutely
magnificent."
"Thank you."
"I'm going to ask Melissa if you could do some other things for me,
you're a joy to work with. Most of the other girls seem to have a stick
up their ass but you shine when the camera is pointed at you. I'm going
to print these photos tonight and if I like them as much as I think I
will, you're going to be big in this business."
Tiffany's head was swimming, what was he talking about, big in this
business, I bet he says that to all the girls, these guys are all the
same. Tiffany dressed in her own clothes and asked if there was anything
else they needed before she left.
Tiffany walked out of the front doors of the building, the two-inch heel
of her ankle boots clicking on the sidewalk. Tiffany had dressed casual
this day, an angora sweater and Capri pants. The clothes provided just
enough warmth to make her feel comfortable against the early autumn
chill. Dusk had begun to fall over the city and the days were beginning
to grow short with the approach of winter.
The street was deserted all the way to Broadway and she knew she would
have to walk that far to catch a cab. As her heels tapped the pavement
she had an uneasy feeling come over her, she was being followed. As she
turned her head her hair brushed her shoulders and she saw a figure duck
into a doorway. She turned back and increased the pace of her walk.
Tiffany felt a rush of fear, even though she was well skilled in the art
of self-defense, she felt vulnerable for the first time in her life. Will
I be able to move in these heels, if I hit the guy will I break a nail,
will my clothes be ruined if I fall, fuck now I'm even thinking like a
girl.
Tiffany heard steps behind her gaining ground even though she was walking
as fast as she could in heels. She turned raising her hands into a
defensive posture ready to strike the person following her.
"You shouldn't be walking alone," stated the police officer, "It's
getting dark."
Relief rushed over Tiffany's body as she answered, "I was going for a
cab."
"It's a long walk, you really should have phoned for one, what are you
doing in this neighborhood at this hour?" he asked.
"I just finished a photo shoot."
"You're a model?"
"Yes."
"You're very pretty and you shouldn't be alone. I'll walk you to the
corner, what's you name?" he asked.
"Tiffany, Tiffany Rollins."
"Hi, I'm Hank Phelps, my friends all call me Little Hank."
"Little Hank?" Tiffany giggled, "You're huge."
Hank stood six-foot six and looked as though he played football for the
Giants, she was impressed.
"They call me little Hank because all my brothers are taller than me."
"How many brothers do you have?"
"Four and were all cops."
"Do you have any sisters?"
"Two, my sister Gail is the tallest, she's five-two, can you believe it.
I would have thought she would be as tall as you but the girls in our
family never grew, kind of weird, huh?"
"That's not so weird, most girls are short, I'm the one that's strange,
God can you imagine being this tall and being a girl too?"
"Of course I can, except for the girl part," Hank laughed. "Its getting
cold, let me buy you a cup of coffee, it's very rare that I have a chance
to talk to a pretty girl."
"I'd like that," Tiffany replied softly, as he felt herself blush.
"There's a Starbucks around the corner, it's warm and friendly and best
of all, I'm buying."
Hank was outgoing and engaging, he was a man you couldn't help but like.
He had a strong face with a few acne scars, a moustache and deep blue
eyes that sparkled with a little bit of impishness as he talked. Tiffany
liked him right away, he would be a wonderful friend to have, especially
to watch football with and put down a few beers. It would be fun having
Hank as a buddy.
Hank was looking at Tiffany and being a buddy was the farthest thing from
his mind. God this girl is pretty and she's having coffee with me, man
how can I be so lucky, he wondered?
Hank had dated lots of girls all through school and through the police
academy and had married two years after he became an officer. His wife
like most of the girls he had dated was plain looking, not ugly but not
beautiful either. They looked nice, but he usually found more beauty
inside than out. His marriage lasted for two and a half years until his
wife tired of him working so many hours. This was during the 9/11
disaster and they fought constantly. He had lost friends and she wanted
him home to make babies but that wasn't to be, so they divorced. Hank had
dated a few girls since then but nothing serious came of it.
Hank and Tiffany strolled into the coffee shop and found a table. Hank
held out a chair for Tiffany to sit.
"What would you like?" he asked.
"Just a small non-fat vanilla latte."
"Non-fat?"
"Of course non-fat, I have to watch my weight."
"Girls!" Hank said as he shook his head and walked away chuckling to
himself.
Hank returned with the drinks and placed Tiffany's in front of her.
"Thank you," she said.
"My pleasure. How long have you been in New York, Tiffany?"
"About a week."
"I kind of guessed that."
"How did you know?"
"A pretty girl like you doesn't walk down dark streets by herself if
she's lived here for very long. Where are you from?"
"Minnesota."
"How do you like New York City?"
"It's big. I really don't know much about it, since all I've done is work
and sleep."
"It's a wonderful city once you get to know it."
"Well maybe I'll go site seeing some day when I have free time."
"Don't you ever have time off?"
"I really don't know. I arrived in town and found a job and that's all I
know. This is the first modeling job I've ever had and all I know is that
the hours are long."
"Do you have a boyfriend back home?"
Tiffany felt the hair on the back of her neck stand straight.
"No, do you?" she asked absentmindedly.
Hank started laughing, "No, no boyfriends, lots of girls but no boys."
"I'm sorry, that's what I meant."
"Boys or girls?"
Tiffany was becoming flustered and then Hank saw it, a little smile and
then a little giggle, Tiffany was lightening up.
"Girls, of course, silly."
Tiffany couldn't believe she just said that, she called Hank silly, she
had made a girlish remark like that without thinking, God she hated being
a girl and now she had giggled at what Hank had said and made the girlish
remark, Tiffany was angry with herself and yet for some reason she felt a
peaceful glow inside of herself, she felt feminine.
"I've dated lots of girls and was married once but it didn't take,
luckily we didn't have any children, so the breakup wasn't that bad."
"That's too bad, how long were you married?"
"A little over two years."
"Why did you breakup?"
"We were fighting all the time. We married a year before 9/11 and when
that happened I had to work a lot of overtime. I lost a lot of friends
when the buildings collapsed and I was pissed off all the time. I felt it
wasn't fair for them to have put their lives on the line and have some
assholes fly planes into those buildings and then they had to die trying
to save other peoples lives like that. I finally came to realize that I
was pissed off at myself because I wasn't there to help. I had been
stationed all the way at the other end of Manhattan Island and there was
no way I could have done anything. I had therapy and finally got over it
but my wife had left me before that. To be perfectly honest I think we
married because it seemed to be the thing to do."
"We had dated off and on for several years and everyone kept asking when
we were going to marry so one thing led to another and we tied the knot.
With us being married, it was kind of like, I don't know how to say this,
it was just something that was expected of us. We loved each other but
not like a husband and wife should, it was just convenient. We parted
friends, in fact when she remarried and I went to her wedding. She
married a really nice guy and she's due with their first baby in
December. They've asked me to be the God-father, kind of ironic isn't
it?" he said.
Tiffany was silent for a moment wondering what she could say to Hank. He
had lived through so much in his short life. He couldn't be much more
than twenty-seven or eight and yet he had lost friends in 9/11 and a wife
too. He was to be the God-father to her child, all of this had struck a
chord deep in her soul.
"You must feel very proud?"
"More than you know," he said. "Enough about me, tell me about yourself."
"There's nothing to tell, not like that," she said.
"Please, I want to know more about you."
"Really there's nothing to tell. I went to school and when I grew this
tall I decided to become a model, isn't that what tall girls do?" Tiffany
said with another giggle.
Why am I giggling so much, crap if I don't stop, this guy will think I'm
interested in him.
"You could have played basketball."
"And break a nail?" she giggled.
Stop it, she thought, stop flirting. Flirting, God that's what I'm doing,
I'm flirting, I have to leave, I can't do this.
"I really should leave now, it's getting late and I have to be at work
early tomorrow, you've been really sweet Hank," she said.
"Thanks for joining me, most girls don't want to be seen with a cop in
this neighborhood. Next time call for a cab because the guy behind you
might not be a cop, it's been a pleasure meeting you Tiffany Rollins, I
hope to see you again."
"That would be nice," she responded as she laid her hand on his.
Tiffany's cheeks felt warm, she was blushing and when she noticed her red
sculpted nails resting on Hank's hand she felt embarrassed, she was
making a move on this guy as her brain was turning to mush. Maria had
said to be Tiffany but this was going too far and she pulled her hand
away.
"Before you go let me give you my card. You never know when you might
need a cop," Hank said as he pulled his card from his wallet and handed
it to Tiffany.
Tiffany placed the card in her purse.
"Good night Hank," Tiffany said as she turned and walked out into the
street.
The cold evening air flowed into her nostrils clearing her thoughts as
she hailed a cab. What was I thinking, she wondered. I'd like to have
Hank as a buddy, a guy to hang out with, go to games, have a couple of
beers with, maybe pickup a couple of girls, and here I was, the girl
trying to pick him up instead, Tiffany felt sick as the cab made its way
through the New York traffic.
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