Shanica Lopez saunters into the office, her stiletto heels echoing through the quiet corridor. She's dressed to kill, or so it seems to Mr. Singh, who's sitting at his desk, his eyes glued to the computer screen. The door clicks shut behind her, and she struts over, her translucent black tube dress clinging to every curve of her new body. Mr. Singh's eyes dart up, his heart racing as he takes in the sight before him. It's...