The next few weeks were a blur for James. Smart as he was, he lacked Dr. Calloway's medical training, and more importantly, a lab.
Luckily, the process to transmute dollar bills into 20$'s was fairly simple, giving James the resources he needed. He rented a storage unit from a nearby security company, and slowly made his lab there. He stole various items from the school lab, which would never be missed.
A farm supply store got him a sealable metal tub, four and a half feet long. And careful shopping found an old-fashioned claw foot bathtub that was even larger.
A car batter to run current into the water through copper wires would maintain temperature. A carefully-planned heist of the hospital his mother worked at scored him a large quantity of blood plasma.
Finally the night came where he mixed all the components (as well as the good Doctor's "reactant" into the metal tub. Shamefacedly he masturbated to provide his "seed" to the mixture, and then his own special addition; hairs taken from some of the prettiest girls in his school, a lock of his sister's hair taken from a scrapbook, and finally, a few precious strands of Alison's hair.
He sealed the tub, set everything up, and prepared to wait out the next several nights.
Time then dragged. He couldn't concentrate at home or school. His parents looked worried, and even Alison asked him if he was feeling alright.
But James didn't let that bother him. Finally, he could wait no longer, and after school, he went to his storage unit.
Opening the door, he was assaulted by a rank odor. Had something gone wrong? Unplugging the car battery, he used a hoist to remove the sealed tub and set it on the floor.
He opened it, and nearly retched at the smell.
Looking in, he saw a girl, on her side, curled up inside the tub. The blood she was floating in was partially congealed, and he quickly lifted her out. She was so tiny; he realized the tub had been too small to let her grow any taller, although her body looked like that of a teen girl a year or two younger than himself.
He wrapped her up in a blanket; she coughed up blood and started to breathe. Her hair was longer than his own, and reddish in color, sort of like a light auburn. She sort of looked like his sister, until she opened her eyes; they were Alison's eyes.
It felt like his heart had stopped. But there was no recognition in those eyes, the girl he had made just stared at him, lifeless as a doll.
"Sit up."
And sure enough, she sat up. He'd succeeded, and failed. The girl had no will of her own. At first, he thought that wouldn't be so bad, she was so beautiful...
But he barely felt any desire for her. Dammit.
The next few days, James was in a funk. He'd visit the girl every night. He cleaned her, clothed her, and ordered her to eat, hoping that something would change.
But it never did.
It was time for desperate action.