The Female Frankenstein

Frank Everwright studied the poster of the human anatomy. The way this was going, he'd need only a couple more parts and then his project would be complete.

All he needed was a heart, eyes, and a couple pints of blood to power his "creation".

He turned away from the chart to have a look at his masterpiece. She lay there on the operating table, her raven hair spread out like silk. He smiled, leaning over her, running a hand through her hair. she wore a simple hospital gown.

Frank was sure that she'd be ready soon.

No other girl had ever cared about Frank. He was to ugly. too skinny. Too "Brainy".

But his creation wouldn't think that. she'd love him all the same. he had prepared everything. He had prepared a bedroom, a ring for her to wear, bought outfits, shampoos, everything. He was sure the clerk at the girls boutique at the mall had thought him a creep for buying such a large amount of girls's clothes.

Either that, or she might've thought him a transgender.

Frank cared very little for what a stupid Clerk thought of him, but the glare she had sent his way while he purchased the items had taught him to be more careful while carrying out his delicate plan. So very many things could go wrong if this failed. such as the thought of where he would get any more body parts.

Due to the fact that Frank worked in the hospital, he usually could sneak down to the hospital morgue, where he could sneak getting one or two body parts.

Still, it had taken him almost two years to complete what was in front of him right now. He only needed those three little things, which wouldn't be too hard to get. If he played his cards right tonight, he'd be able to get down into the hospital morgue and get the things he needed.

Of course, he had offered to take the graveyard shift when no one else had wanted to, seeing it as an oppurtunity rather than a problem. (He also enjoyed the appreciative looks he had gotten from co-workers for taking the night shift.)

He was very pleased with how everything was going so very well without a single hitch. But, seeing as how it was now time to leave, he pulled his coat on, and ran out of the basement, locked the door as usual, and walked out to the car as if nothing at all was wrong.