She’ll be getting I.D.’d this afternoon and then we’ll see what the family wants to do with her.” “Got it,” she replied as he walked away. The autopsy done, Chris turned and walked a few paces away, removing his gloves as he walked and dropping them in a biohazard bin. Behind him, the transgendered girl's body was completely cut open, her organs being weighed and examined, her skull completely empty, and a look of shock on her face. Meanwhile, the female med student grabbed Saema's feet and, with the help of a young man who showed up with a new gurney, transferred her onto the cart and began wheeling her back to the processing room. The girl parked Saema’s autopsied body at the end of the line in the processing room, next to the body of a 38-year-old male tourist named Jay Marks who had died during a mugging. A technician was finishing up the final stitches on the already-autopsied corpse. He was around six feet tall, had short, jet-black hair, and a bit of a heavier build. His circumcised member lay limp against black, bushy pubic hair, his glassed-over blue eyes staring at nothing. When finished with the stitching, the tech began making notes on a second toe-tag that would soon be applied to his right big toe. Saema’s tech looked her stark naked corpse over and then double-checked some paperwork, setting the clipboard she had in hand aside and going over to a nearby work station to grab a masturbation tray of tools she would need to get Saema back into a halfway presentable state. Beginning at the bottom of her incision, right at her pubic bone, the girl took a black threading and the long needle she had and began to close up the large incision. Later, this would have to be reopened by the mortuary staff responsible for her final preparations, but for now it was important to seal her back up and get her on ice to retard putrification. Her soft, pale flesh was easily pulled back in as she continued the stitching, though she stopped just below the girl’s cracked ribs. Here, she reached over to the tray containing the sawed up bony mass of her breastplate and placed it back inside her chest. This, too, would be internally Solo wired back into place during the process of prepping her body for her viewing, but this was beyond her current scope right now. Once the ribs were laid in place, she pulled asian the flesh closed and finished sewing up the center and the two outer lines of the Y on her chest. Next, a tube of surgical glue was opened and the medical student started with the left fork of the Y and began covering the stitching with clear glue so as to ensure the cuts did not open back up. She continued going over the whole of the incision, which took her several minutes. With that out of the way, she put the needle, thread, and glue down on a tray and looked at Saema’s face. Since she wasn’t going to put the girl’s brain back in her head, the tech teen grabbed some filler paper (not unlike tissue paper, though not very absorbent) and began balling it up. She made several wads of the tissue-like substance and then began packing it into her cranial cavity. This had to be done in such a way as to make it very dense, not light, so that her head would retain its proper posture as if the mass that normally was inside it still remained. It took several minutes to get this just right, but she smiled, pleased with her work. Finally, the tech got a different type of glue - this one meant for more porous materials like bone - and took off the cap. Starting with the back of her head and going in a clockwise direction, she put a generous line of glue against the exposed bone of the skull removal. This glue would take a few minutes to dry completely, so this gave her enough time to pick up Saema’s skullcap and press it into place, adjusting it so that it fit just right and maintained a natural look, and then hold it in place until it was evident it would not move anymore. A thin line of surgical glue was then traced along the red line of the removal sight to ensure that it would take a lot of force to reopen her head. Sitting back, she looked Saema over and thought to herself that she did a good job. The tech looked at her watch, realizing that the person coming to ID the body would be here in the next couple of hours. With the corpse stitched back up and looking decent, she went over and grabbed a light-blue toe-tag that had already been printed off for her by another tech and contained all of the vital information regarding her corpse, its case information, its storage area in the morgue, and all that was left was for the female med student to write down the determined cause of death, which she did with a black pen. Satisfied, she took this second toe-tag and, with the string in her fingers, placed this tag around her right big toe, on top of the one placed there at the crime scene. This string was carefully tied into place and, once finished, Saema had two separate toe tags hanging from her soft, pale soles. The final thing to do was to put a blue shroud over the 25-year-old’s nude, stitched up corpse. The medical student grabbed a sheet from underneath the main work table and tossed it over Saema’s body. She then pulled the sheet up and over her face and then tugged at it until it reached her ankles, stopping just shy of her feet. Her bare feet would be left uncovered, the toe tags dangling in the air, to allow for quick identification. Once everything was finished, her corpse was wheeled out of the processing room through a door on the side and down a long series of winding corridors. Here, her body was wheeled into a hallway with glassed windows set into the walls and cold, empty-looking rooms on the other side. Saema was taken to Viewing Room #14 where the tech left her lying in the middle of the room, walked out, and made sure the door locked behind her. It was 2:15 in the afternoon when Phil arrived at the L.A. County japanese Morgue. I asked. After fucking my mom that day and leaving in the evening for the college in Utah. She asian drew her arm back and launched it into the bushes far to her left. 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