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 the seductive woman she craved to be.
Nipple piercings. Small, delicate bars with little silver balls that would rub against her
