Transformation
Transformation Tammy checked her breasts for the hundredth time. She had already looked at them--had already studied them--from every possible angle. She'd checked their nipples, their areolas, their height, their width, their volume, their firmness, their sleekness, their color. She'd looked at the shadows they cast upon her wall and their reflections in the full- length mirror on the back of her bathroom door. She'd imagined them in various blouses, tops, and dresses, displaying...