“Uhhh … just anything?”
“Yeah sure whatever. Pick something to donate.” said the attendant, obviously used to indecision by now.
You thought long and hard about it.
“How about my dick?”
Her eyes raised in curiosity.
“Your penis? You sure? Even an average one is a pretty in demand piece, but not something I’d suggest doing for a first timer. Balls too or not?”
You hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“I’ll put you down as ‘optional’ for that. Are you sure you actually want to do this?”
“If I do it I get to request any donation after though, right?”
“Well yeah but…”
“Then I’ll do it!” You shouted, a small fist pump of excitement. The rest of the waiting room was not paying attention.
“It’s your choice in the end, so I guess I’ll just put you in the system and see who is looking and for what …”
A few expert keyboard taps along with a quick smile and it was clear you were now in the system. But wait ... what? What does what mean?
“What do you mean ‘what’?”
The attendant gave you a look.
“Think about it. It’s all mass. When your … whatever … is transferred, it doesn’t have to be in the form of what it was. It could be put anywhere, added to anything to make it bigger.”
The computer chimed positively.
“… and looks like the computer picked someone for you out of the list! Take a look.”
The monitor was turned toward you, and a reflexive boner grew stiff as you saw who was going to receive your donation ..