One of the technicians

Much to your surprise, the person that walks out is a man. A man wearing a lab coat. All the things you had planned to say die in your throat. The man speaks first, a kindly, concerned look on his face, "Why don't you come in?" He ushers you into the building, and you can't help but stare, open-mouthed at the pristine, modern interior. It almost sparkles. After sitting her down in a chair, the man spoke again, "I've seen you outside the clinic quite a few times. It's not uncommon for women who want to become a better version of themselves, but are scared about taking that final plunge."

"What?!" you reply. "No! That's not- I mean I don't want- okay, I'm not here for-" you finally pause to collect your breath and your thoughts. You take the time and explain to him exactly why you came here. The whole time he listens, nodding along as you tell your story.

"I see. It seems like you are in a truly difficult situation. If I may offer a solution, we could turn you into the kind of woman that he would desire, allowing you to take some of the strain off of your daughter." Today was a shocking day apparently. Until this moment, you had never even considered that possibility.