Lucy stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror of her small apartment bedroom, the soft afternoon light filtering through sheer curtains doing nothing to soften the insecurities clawing at her insides. At twenty-two, she had a body that most girls would kill for—full, heavy breasts that strained against her lace bralette, a narrow waist flaring into wide, childbearing hips, and thick thighs that jiggled just enough to make her self-conscious every time she walked. But lately, the voice in her head wouldn’t shut up. Too soft. Too much. Not enough. She’d had the fantasy for years: a bold change, something secret and intimate that would make her feel like...