Looking for Vestays name on the placard by the elevators, Carson wonders if hell have a penthouse suite on the very top, that is the top of the 9th floor. Woo Hoo.

Sure enough, Carson discovers the good doctors location: Dr. Vestay, 310.

Carson considers walking the stairs, but rides the elevator just to feel more exquisite. He arrives at the simple brown door, and opens the heavy barricade. To his astonishment, it is packed! Carson sees people, women, standing up behind all of the filled seats. He gives back to the kind doctor all respect he had so rudely taken away at the bottom of the building.

He approaches the glass box that separates the sea of eager women from the back office, and waits for a woman to slide it open. May I help you?

Oh yes. I am here to see Dr. Vestay. Carson answers.

Okay, sign in please. The woman hands him a registration pad.

Oh no, Carson laughs. I am not here to see Dr. Vestay. I am here to talk with Dr. Vestay. Carson turns to face the crowd of women staring at him now as if he should have something to be embarrassed by.

Either way, sign in. The woman is not humored.

Okay then. Carson signs in and moves to the back of the room where he stands with several others. He takes in all that he sees. Beautiful women, everywhere.

Are these women having something done? Or have they already had something done? I wonder what that one had done. Hmm, nice. I wonder if I should have something done. I wonder how much this doctor makes. Lets see, how can I find out? Well crap, Ill just have to ask later. Where are all the men?

Just then, the door opens and another patron enters the sea of hope. Its another man! Carson gets so excited that hes not alone in this wild world of morphed women.

Im here to pick up my wife. The man says.

Oh bother. Isnt that just poetic justice. That guy is picking up his wife. I wonder what she looks like, cuz he has a beer belly from here to the other side of the room. What a joke! All of these women are here to change their bodies, and they look just fine to me! Or do I like them because theyve already changed? O god! This guy needs to hurry up because I am losing my mind!

Carson picks up a magazine in an effort to distract his thoughts. Elle, Cosmopolitan, Vogue, Fitness. Shoot! I cant look at this crap! This place is a disaster! I should have brought my Barbie!

Mr. Scott? Dr. Vestay will see you now. A kind nurse waits at the back door.

Carson walks through the crowd of women to the door of relief, loudly stating, Oh thank you, I wish we could have talked at the restaurant instead.

Carson is taken back to the furthest room in the suite. He passes several rooms, all of which he peeked into. One held computer equipment that looked extremely expensive. Whats that? He asked.

Thats our time machine. The nurse gave no further explanation.

Time machine? Carson is now seated in a cream colored room facing a vanity mirror. The glare of the fluorescent bulbs cause him to turn his chair.

Mr. Scott, thank you for meeting with me today. Dr. Vestay enters with a crisp white lab coat.

No problem, I really like your office. I really like the profit. Carson shakes his hand.

Well, thats good. I have a few procedures that you can choose from this week. Dr. Vestay states the fact as if it was a run of the mill week.

Really? How many do you do in a week? Carson is really quite captivated now.

Depends. If its a facelift, Ill just do one each day. I can do a couple of breast surgeries in a day, depending. And if they are reconstructive or minor surgeries, sometimes one, two, or three. Dr. Vestay is holding himself sturdy on his swivel seat.

Busy man. Ill follow whichever procedure you think would be best. Carson assures the doctor that he knows best.

Okay. How about a facelift? We see the most dramatic results with those. I have one scheduled tomorrow. Dr. Vestay stands and helps Carson out of the patient chair.

Sounds great. Just let me know when to be here, and I will be. Carson is pleased.