“Ms. Hale, perhaps once you are a little older we can discuss the procedures you mentioned,” said the doctor with a dismissive tone. The doctor was an older man, with a thick, greying beard and a portly figure. Matt had picked him because of two main reasons. Dr. Conway was at the cutting edge of plastic surgery technology and his procedures took hours of recovery instead of weeks. Also, he was more than willing to forget his morals for the right price.
“Even if I was willing to carry out such procedures on someone so young, I don’t believe babysitting or whatever it is you do pay well enough for such expensive surgeries,” the doctor continued, turning up his nose at what he perceived to be an average young woman. Before Matt could get a word in edgewise Dr. Conway continued, “Young lady, I took this last minute appointment as a favor to an esteemed client,” referring to Matt’s own assistant, “but I’m sure my shoes alone are worth more than everything you are currently wearing.”
“Are you quite finished looking down your nose at me, Doc?” Evan replied, trying to keep his temper in check. He wasn’t used to people being so dismissive of him, even when he’d rented other women before. Perhaps including some procedures to age Lisa’s appearance wouldn’t be a bad idea. It might even add to the thrill of messing with her life. “If you would be quiet for a moment and listen might be able to … lessen your concerns for my age and my resources,” Matt tried his best to infuse Lisa’s voice with his usual confidence, but Lisa’s girl-next-door charm didn’t really go very far for such scenarios.
The doctor’s eyebrow went up incredulously, “Young lady … “ he started, but Matt cut him off, “Just check your bank account, please,” Matt said in exasperation. Dr. Conway rolled his eyes, but he humored the apparent young woman sitting across from him. He logged into his bank account and his eyes went wide. “I believe that should just about cover your services?” Matt asked, not bothering to hide a smirk. Eve, was an exceptional assistant and had transferred a significant sum into the doctor’s account. “Well, I … you see … I only spoke of your age out of concern, I care about my client’s making informed decisions, of course!” he stammered, pulling at the collar of his shirt.
“Of course,” Matt said drily. “Uh, could you tell me exactly what you’re looking for, Ms. Hale? By the way, I can have my assistant bring in some water or tea if you’d like?” he offered. “No, that won’t be necessary,” Matt was enjoying being in control of the situation once more, especially while being in the body of someone who would never have gotten that sort of reaction before. “I want you to give me nice, big tits,” he was gesturing out in front of his chest,” but I want them to have a bit of sag and jiggle too. I want them to just spill over in whatever I wear.”
“I see,” he was taking down notes , “You spoke of your rear too?”
“Yes, I want to put those models on social media to shame. I want a juicy ass and thic hips,” he specified, almost salivating at the woman he was going to turn Lisa into. “Anything on your face?” the doctor asked. “Of course! I was thinking you could make me look a bit older. Give me big lips and have that look like maybe I’ve overdone it a bit, you know?” He nodded. “I see, well, I understand you’d like this done quickly, rest assured that with my procedure you’ll be out of here by this time tomorrow and you’ll love the new you, Ms. Hale.”
“I’m sure I will,” he smiled an evil smile.
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