Plastic Surgeon

"A plastic surgeon of course. Though I thought you knew? Otherwise, you wouldn't have booked that appointment with me." Camilla had a mischievous grin as she said that. Letting her words take its toll on Laura as it entered her mind and altered it. Of course, she knew she was a plastic surgeon.

"Now, given this is your follow-up appointment, I feel its time we go through with those procedures you planned on getting. Now, why don't you remove that top of yours and we can begin." Camilla said as she popped open a black marker, ready to do those line-markings that every plastic surgeon does around the face and breasts to mark out the areas they would be changing. She was going to have fun moulding Laura's body into something completely unrecognisable. No one, not even her own beloved husband would be able to tell her apart from the common bimbo. This was going to be fun.