Searching for and calling up cosmetic surgery

While Carrie was busy with getting her mind fucked and rewritten, you were on your phone, searching up cosmetic surgeries in the city. You wanted to find a place that was somewhat close (30 minutes or less of a drive) as well as a good price that wasn't too cheap or too expensive. After a while of looking up websites and google maps, you settled on a place that fits what you were looking for perfectly, Dr Anthony Marsters.

Dr Marsters seemed incredibly qualified with 20 years in the business and having a tonne of 5-star reviews on google. So you quickly checked up on Carrie who was 2 hours into her hypnosis and then called the plastic surgery up.

"Hello, Euphoria cosmetic surgery, how may I help you?" The receptionist spoke in a bubbly and cheerful voice.

"Hi, I'd like to book a consultation for my girlfriend, she says she's interested in a completely new image and wants the works, Lips, butt, breasts etc, what's the earliest appointment you have?" You reply back, imagining the bubbly receptionist on the other end to be a blonde bimbo with long nails, big fake breasts and plump lips, having used her employee discount on every type of surgery she could get.

"Well we have a 2 pm slot available tomorrow if you and your girlfriend can make it, will that work."

"That's perfect, thanks." You quickly jot down all the necessary details and hang up. You have a while to kill, so you move to your computer and watch some youtube and play some games, occasionally going in to check on Carrie and offer her something to eat or drink. Eventually, it gets dark and you head into the living room. Leaning over her from behind the couch you close the tab and take off her headphones.

"Hey, its time for bed, it's just gone midnight." As you say that she giggles and gets up to go to bed. From the looks of things, you would be staying up a while longer for some sexy fun. You quickly shut the computer down and unplug it from the charger, before catching up to Carrie.