I had life-or-death surgery that removed a giant chunk of meat from my inner thigh and around at the start of the year. By now I only have a discolored line where the flesh fused back as it grew without suture (infection risk too high to sew it up). Why powerlevel? Let it sink in, I came out better from surgery for something that almost kills me, while this schmuck, that wanted this shit majorly for aesthetic reasons, fucked up her looks so badly.
I don't know if it's some sort of custom karma for the ridiculously insane or what, but while surgeons can work fucking miracles, they aren't gods. They can't turn meat A into meat B. We aren't machines where an equivalent bit can just do the work.
All this for what? A shitty dick that looks like the scribbles of people who can only barely draw, or a shitty dick that looks like a terrible uncooked sausage roll. Fantastic. As someone else already said, just get a strapon. It's not going to feel like a real dick, but neither is that.
Alright, let's indulge the clown world logic. Nothing beyond this point is serious.
Dunno, lady, add some turbo-engines to the strapon and make it so it turns your bean into cream every time you thrust. If you are a man now, you should have no issues getting nerdy with some hardware and put together a cool invention with some good old-fashioned elbow grease and tinkering autism. There's a bit of a gearhead in every man, let it fly, girl. Oh, right, it's a fetish. We aren't getting cool things from this mess.
I know there are gearhead girls too, but these usually aren't.
Now, who wants to put some good old-fashioned elbow grease and autism into making the turbo-strapon? We can power it with biofuel, made from recycled penises from MtFs, and then spin it as "the ghost of a dick" is powering their sexy times! They'll be getting that euphoria orgasm from the last organic gasp of a real dick! And then they can go on with their fucking lives (physically) unharmed! We'll make a fortune. Kiwi Science team, assemble! (but volunteering for testing requires filling a form).