(In reality, Mallory’s problems were probably more psychological than physiological, but physical changes wouldn’t hurt in this case.)
Unsure of how to modify her body to make this happen, Mallory imagined her G-spot and increased its size, but she knew in an instant that size wouldn’t make the difference: she needed responsiveness. What had that voice told her? Indian sex -LL
She crumpled the paper and threw it across the room in no particular direction. But what could she possibly do to Longman that would even the score? As she hung her head in exasperation, a glint of light hit her eye, causing her to blink reflexively. Mallory gazed at her new body almost lustfully: this was beautiful. Mallory thought. “What kind of a fucking person lets herself get fucked around like that by everyone? She had never been incredibly displeased with her body — she had been able to remain slim with only a moderate amount of attention to her diet and exercise; she had never really disliked her strawberry blond hair, which always managed to remain decently straight even in the worst humidity; and her tits were a modest but pert 36B — but every time some shitbag like Lon Longman used and discarded her, she wished it weren’t hers.
