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believed that everyone is made of the same stuff, just in different amounts and sizes.
    She clicked on the recorder. “After completing analysis the CoD—sorry, cause of death...” She clicked off the machine for a moment. “Fuck, there were a lot of pieces. Hope I got them right because every part has a story. Look at that guy’s cock there. He only had one testicle. There’s gotta be a story there. And this one here has a penis the size of a child. He probably couldn’t get laid unless he paid for it…paid a lot .”
    She sighed and continued her formal report, “Cardiac arrest due to multiple organ failure, and caused by severe trauma.” She looked around. “The bodies are assembled and basically ready for identification.”
    Mary tilted her head and thought a second in silence. Clicking off the recorder she felt a strange expression curl her lips. It would be kind of fun to take the best part of different men and make the perfect mate .
    In life there are things that can trigger brilliance or jump-start extreme idiocy.
    For Dr. Mary Shelley, this was one of those moments.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    Her time was now devoted to the research she needed to better understand, before building the perfect beast. Something like this would make her infamous. She would be known everywhere for such a discovery.
    If it failed and people found out, she would be ruined and considered a freak of scientific horror. That was something she couldn’t comprehend or let happen. So she knew she had to get it right.
    Mary’s life had always included medical discoveries that rivaled those around her. While applauding her brilliance, her peers had envied and despised her on many occasions.
    Personal relationships were never her strong suit and she admitted that she had terrible luck with men. She was so tired of going from man to man and being let down or disappointed in some silly way, and yet she still dreamed of finding a wonderfully caring, compassionate, wealthy, brilliant man with the perfect cock.
    She didn’t think that was asking for much? Just a nice guy with a cock the size of a Pringles can.
    She could do some nerve and vein surgery to make him last forever and stay hard. This way he’d always be there and ready whenever and for however long she desired him. She knew there were more than a few procedures out there that would accomplish this…in fact she’d designed one or two herself.
    Her superior intelligence helped her create various experimental ways to improve the male body. She had dabbled with male-enhancement-engineering and devised an automated erector. But no matter how far or how much she tested, she was left unfulfilled and needing to go further. Her flirting and letting the night shift guy at the bag-and-tag unit have three pairs of her pink lace undies, her favorite Coach purse and a full-on-rim-job after screwing him with a twelve inch strap-on dildo assured an unending supply of body parts for testing.
    Mary almost had one device perfected. It worked like a garage door opener but with thin fibers inserted in the walls of the penis. They would inflate, swell, then be adjusted. She had wired a few accessories into the head of the cock, and planned a small remote control for the miniature speaker and vibration unit tucked neatly inside. For an added bonus, it was preset to speak in five languages and she was thinking of adding an outlet for a MP3 player.
    I bet you can’t buy that at Target!
    She had tested her first prototype device on a live subject.
    It didn’t work too well, because one of the guys accidentally crossed two circuits so when it was supposed to make his penis erect—it did the opposite, inverting and retracting into his body.
     
    Author’s Note: Surprisingly, this event was viewed it as only a partial failure, however, since the device was immediately adopted by a different medical field, and there is now a new way to effectively complete trans-gender