It took some time. Perhaps more time than Keen had anticipated, but some rumors he had started began bringing in fresh meat.
Today, his 4 o'clock had arrived. A woman sat on his exam chair wearing a black blouse, tight to her chest and stomach, with little pink flowers patterned across. She was cute, perhaps mid 20's, small size breasts and dark brown short-cropped hair. This one was a customer, and she came in with a check for 3 grand.
The machine's noise died off and a little green light he had installed lit up. Pulling free from the box was what appeared to be the outline of a face and neckline. He brought the skin to the woman who looked over excitedly, if a little apprehensive.
"I promise you dear this will not hurt. It may in fact even be pleasurable." He lowered the skin into place. Eye, nose, and mouth holes set into place. He pressed the skin into hers, forming it around her jawline and into her neck and cleavage. Freckles now covered her visage, as natural as if she had been born with them.
As she sat there, the feeling was euphoric. Her skin cooled, and the gooey liquid that lined the interior of the second skin, her new skin, seeped into her pores. She could feel the bond, feel the nerve endings reaching out and connecting with that of her new face. The sensation sent chills down her body, tingling her loins, and as the skin pressed into her neck and bonded finally with her body, an orgasm racked through her that she could barely contain.
Doctor Keen pulled forth a mirror and showed the young woman. "You are gorgeous." Her gasp was all he needed. A job well done. "The lines will fade in just an hour or so, but your freckles will remain forever. I hope you like them. And of course, remember as part of the arrangement that you only know of this place in rumors, understand?"
"Of course! They're gorgeous, I don't know how I'll explain them but thank you doctor."
A moment later she was gone, and he opened the secret door behind his bookshelf, to his other lab. Taking the machine with him, his 2 o'clock appointment lay comatose on another exam chair. A woman stood beside the chair waiting patiently. A cock hung between her legs, a third breast nestled between her other two. And a face void of a mouth.
"Another satisfied customer right Karen? Or was it Sarah? I'll call you Sarah I think, I've decided! Now, how is our 2 o'clock?"
Sarah simply stared, holding a tray of sedatives and other tools. Keen picked up a scissor from the tray.
"Ah yes, you cannot speak." He kissed the space where her mouth should be. "But I love you anyway my dear. Now, let's get to work."
Keen began to cut away the clothing on the subject, while a tear fell from Sarah's eye. The subject was a man, mid-30's, light complexion, black hair. Italian maybe? Keen cut free all of the clothing from his body, revealing a rather unflattering body, and very average penis size. Next came the straps. A new padded metal latch he had crafted used to hold his head in place better, and thick belts to hold the rest of him firmly to the chair.
"Sarah, this man wanted to be better able to please women. 'Whatever it takes. I'll do it', he said. Let's wake him."