As I sat in the plush, pink waiting room, flipping absentmindedly through a beauty magazine, a sweet, breathy voice called out:

"Next patient, please!"

I looked up, expecting a standard doctor—but what I saw made me freeze.

A stunning blonde woman stood in the doorway, her impossibly curvy figure accentuated by a tight pink bodysuit beneath a barely buttoned white lab coat. Her enormous, round breasts strained against the fabric, and her pouty, overfilled lips curled into a seductive smile. Twirling a pair of pink-rimmed glasses between her manicured fingers, she playfully bit the frame before tilting her head.

"Hiii, sweetheart! I’m Dr. Bambi Swallows, but you can just call me Bambi," she giggled, her voice light and sugary. "Welcome to Bimbo Hospital—where beauty is everything!"

I blinked, suddenly aware of my surroundings. The entire clinic was drenched in shades of pink, from the velvet chairs to the neon sign glowing on the wall. The air smelled of vanilla and artificial sweetness, and the nurses—each as doll-like and enhanced as Dr. Bambi—strutted past in sky-high heels.

Something told me this wasn’t an ordinary doctor’s appointment.