He took her down the street to a small clinic. On the outside and the waiting room it looked quite normal, mundane even.<br/><br/>The staff gave "Alyssa" a tablet with several pages to fill out... an application for the surrogate program, rather than anything about her history.<br/><br/>Before too long, a dryad in blue scrubs escorted the pair of them to an examination room, instructing her to take a seat on the equally mundane table with a raised back.<br/><br/>Eventually, a tall black women with big breasts and bigger hips entered the room, a labcoat reading "dr. Emily" on it worn over her scrubs.<br/><br/>She read off a tablet, "and how are you ou today, Alyssa?" She asked, focusing her eyes on the girls broad hips.