"Silence!"
The older man in khakis and a cardigan walked into the campus laboratory, where ten eager students sat awaiting for the first lesson of the year.
"I am Mr. Rivera. It my sound mexican, but I assure you I am far from. For those of you lost or simply here for the free credits, this is Anatomy 101. The anthropological study of our innards."

A few students, including myself laughed as Mr. Rivera wrote his last phrase on the chalk board. It was a great way to begin the class which I was already excited about. I went through my Freshman and Sophomore year with the boring curriculum I had grown tired of the many years of high school before.
This breathed new life into my college experience.

"What is your name?" Mr. Rivera pointed directly at me, instigating the movement of every other person around me.

"Ryan. Ryan Bailey."

"Tell us a bit about yourself."

I zipped through the faces around the room, noticing Whitney Ford smiling at me. You could guess she was my crush, but we had actually talked a bit last year. We got a long great, but we were still a mystery to each other. I had to sell myself well.
"I'm twenty-two. I like to read, play soccer, and am also an avid movie-goer."

"Thanks Ryan. Who's next, umm, you."
Mr. Rivera gave each student a chance to introduce themselves, and I couldn't help but pay close attention to Whitney's.

"I'm twenty-one, going on twenty-two this month. I enjoy late night walks, I own a cat named Sprinkles, and would much rather hit the taco stand than the gym."

"Alright! Now that we are formally aquainted with one another, I'd like to begin our lesson. I know many of you found the listing for a two hour class sort of…terrifying, but it will all become clear in a moment."
Mr. Rivera rolled his metal stool towards the front of his desk and sat on it with one leg resting higher than the other.
"I would like to do something different this year. How many of you have dissected a rat?"

Almost all hands shot into the air.

"What about a baby pig?"

Less than before, but still a good portion raised their hands.

"…What about a human body?"

Everyone in the room went still. A few looked around expecting at least one, but none did.

"Ahem," Tyler Deming rose his hand, "are you saying we are dissecting a human body?"

"Precisely."

"But…we aren't studying forensics."

"Who said we were cutting up a cadaver?" Mr. Rivera turned, opening up his suitcase full of shimmering knives and scalpels. Each one seemed to have a stained, blue edge.
"Tyler. Come here."

The blonde man who admitted to liking soap operas, shyly stepped up to the front of the class.

"There is a quantitative reality that surrounds us all. Some call it magic, but I like the term 'Relative Dislocation' for short."

Tyler watched with widened eyes as the teacher picked up a knife with a clean blue edge and held it up for all to see.

"Don't be afraid, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. Physically." Mr. Rivera took the knife and pressed it against Tyler's finger. With a fluid  motion like cutting through a crisp vegetable, the finger was sliced off. Shocked gasps erupted out of everyone. They, and especially myself, couldn't believe what they had just witnessed.

On the floor in front of the class was the severed finger, and standing above beyond horrified was Tyler clamping down in the cut end of his indexer. But, strangely, no blood had seeped out. Instead a section of red tissue and bone could be seen.

"As I said before--magic."

Soon after the inital shock had worn off, Tyler was assigned as Specimen 1 for a team of four girls.
"You mean I'll be naked…and cut up by the…women?"

"Yes. Consider it an honor Mr. Deming. Now as my female specimen…" The teacher scanned the five girls in a group, trying to make an intelligent decision. "How about you, Whitney."

My heart jumped. "Whitney? I--we would be dissecting my romantic interest? The prospect was exciting, but also distressing. As much as I wanted to see Whitney in all of her nude glory, I wasn't so keen on having the other three guys seeing her that way. Then again not even she had a choice in the matter.
This was for a grade after all.

The raven haired beauty who was called as a specimen promptly rose from her seat and approached Mr. Rivera. She whispered into his ear.

"Well…I have a change of plans. Due to the uneasiness that some of you may have I can group each of you into pairs instead of five-on-one. Is that a better configuration Ms. Ford?"

She nodded delightfully.

"This time however, I am going to add an air of mystery to the pairing. Since I have each of your address', I will give the ladies one of the guys place of residency."

Mr. Rivera then dismissed all of the men, reminding us to keep a watch for our anatomy partner. My appartment was a brisk walk off campus, and the entire time I couldn't keep my mind off of disecting a woman--if not Whitney. It was morbid to think about. Usually the task was assigned to coroners and dead bodies, but something about us both being alive while being cut up…was strangly exciting.

I was antsy, cleaning and straightening up everything I could while my wait came to an end. Details I usually missed day to day suddenly became clear. It was the knock on the door that finally expired my janitorial run.
I twisted the knob, pulling the door towards me, and saw a woman with long black hair pulled into a ponytail, light freckles that dotted her nose, and those piercing blue eyes.

"Ryan! How are you?"

"Whitney!" I said in surprise. Somehow, I saw this coming. "Great. You?"

I invited her in. Underneath her arm was a velvet bag, a pointed edge bulged in one end.
"Nervous, actually. I don't know how this is going to work out."

"Neither do I, but I'm sure it won't be too difficult." We walked to the bedroom where a large open space was prepared.

"You don't have a bed?"

"I do, but I stored it away. Thought that would make things less…umm…"

"I get it." Whitney said with a smile. "Have the checklist?"

"Yes." I whipped out the folded paper from my pocket and stepped beside Whitney before I unraveled it. "Wow…there's a ton of things here. Liver, heart, appendix...if existing," I stopped reading the list, fully realizing that me and Whitney would be closer in a level previously unimaginable. "…Cervix."

Whitney seemed unmoved by this. She nodded, scanning the rest of the list without me.
"You don't seem too concerned."

"This is exciting. I mean, it's not like we're permanently mutilating ourselves. Painless experimentation. You however should be concerned. I'm reading testicles."

I snatched the paper from her hands. In Times Roman font the word TESTES were in bold. "Well…there's no point in backing out."

"Trust me, you'll enjoy it." Whitney then sat down on the carpet, untied the maroon velvet bag, and pulled out the knife with a blue edge.

"So…how are we going to go about this?" I asked as I lowered to the floor.

She put a finger to her lips and tapped them. "I was thinking instead of us dissecting each other at a time, maybe we could do it at the same time. It will go faster that way."

"How? We can't clone ourselves...or did he teach you all something special?"

"Hmmm…" Whitney took the blade and put against the skin above her navel. She gently slid it across her belly. A thin line appeared, and she pulled it apart to reveal red tissue underneath. "This really works. Wow."
Then, like japanese suicide of old, she plunged the knife into her left side, slicing in a straight line to the right. But to our surprise, nothing spilled out. No blood. No spaghetti-like mess of intestines.

Whitney finished slicing the rest of herself in half, bending backwards to heave her upper half onto the floor behind her lower self. She was officially in two pieces. "We do it this way. You take my legs, and I'll take yours."

I gulped. It was hard to register this in it's capacity. I wondered if this was the secret to all of those campy magic shows on television.

"Lie down."

I followed the order, bracing for the sensation of being cut in half.
It took a minute for her to waddle over to me.

"Ready?"

I nodded, prompting her to begin sawing into my waist. The blade was cold and I could feel it inside me. While I did feel the sharpness of the blade, it didn't cause pain.

"All done." She said with a wide grin.

"Wait, you're done?" I looked down my body and I was indeed cut in two.

Whitney grabbed my lower half and dragged it to where her legs still sat. "Now take mine and let's start."

Slowly, I sat up, resting my severed waistline on the floor. The top of Whitney's legs was a cross-section of bone, muscle tissue, and compactly stored organs. I placed my hands on her hips and my heart began beating like crazy.

As soon as we had positioned ourselves on either side of the floor, Whitney didn't waste any time, undressing my lower half down to my boxers. She bit her lip as she gripped the elastic band and slipped them off.
My penis, limp and shrunken, was on full display for my crush to see. In ways, it was a dream come true.
I blushed of course once she looked back at me, returning to her lower half to undress it. After her jeans, canvas shoes, and socks, I stopped at her panties. There was a small wet spot at where her vagina was.

Where was this was going?

I removed them, and saw her shaven lips that hid soft pink flesh underneath. Whitney tossed me the second knife and I began to cut an incision that ran from her navel to the very tip of her vagina.

"Careful there." Whitney said, "I'd like to use that again."

"Trust me, it's in good hands." I said as I patted her lips, feeling extraordinarily privileged to have her naked hips to myself.

Whitney resumed her study. I watched as she took the knife and slowly cut into the area around my groin. "So…how come you never asked me out?"

"You mean the times that we talked last year? I…don't know. I guess I wanted to go slow and steady."

"When it comes to dating, that doesn't always win the race."

I asked what she meant, and she retold the story of her summer fling with a classmate of ours. "That's why I wanted a private dissection. It would have been awkward otherwise."

"Well I'm glad that it happened this way."

"Me too." Whitney responded with the same grin she always gave, and continued to cut into me.
Her unoccupied hand found it's way to the top of my detached hips, and inched toward my penis. She rested her palm against the organ and she looked up to make sure I was paying attention.

She grabbed it firmly in her hand, raising it as she sawed. The knife made its way back to the start of the incision. Then she pulled and began to cut towards her from the base of my penis.
I watched in shock as dick and balls were completely separated from my lower body. She flipped it around in her hand and studied my sexual organs. The detached penis flopped to the side of her palm.

"I've never had someone by the balls like this before." She said jokingly. Then without a shred of warning she rose the part to her mouth and kissed the tip. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue, letting the flacid dick glide against it.

Hornier than I had ever felt in my twenty-two years, I spread open her soft pussy to reveal her throbbing clit. I dug a finger into her warm flesh. I felt her insides clench and quiver.

Looking up at Whitney my severed dick had engorged, and she plunged it into her mouth. She sucked gently and passionately as her hand held onto my ballsack.
Oddly, I could feel everything, even separated from my body.

Whitney eventually pulled it from her mouth and wipped her face clean. She noticed the finger in her pussy, and dragged her self towards me. "Hold this."

I wasn't prepared to handle my errect dick, fumbling to keep a grip on the base.
She turned her legs around so that her pussy faced me and grabbed her ankles, hoisting her legs in the air.

"Fuck me with all you've got."

I took my detached package and slowly rubbed the tip in her lips. Teasingly, it entered slightly, then out, then in and out again. Before Whitney had a chance to grab it from my hand, I pushed the penis all thhe way into her. She moaned, grabbing her breasts through her shirt.

The back and forth motion was too much to bear and I vigorously pumped myself dry. The severed penis was removed and placed on the floor. We both took a minute to regain our regular breathing.

"Man…oh man. That was amazing." Whitney said. She released the grip on her ankles and let the heels of her feet crash to the floor.

"Sure was." I said between breaths. "I guess the lesson wasn't exciting enough."

"Yeah. I don't know what came over me."

Grabbing the knife beside me, my mind filled with ideas of how we could explore further. My eyes locked on her neck.
"So…I want to try something."