"So what about the rest of me?" Rachel asks.
"Well, we could go really all out--" you start to say, bur Rachel interrupts you.
"Can we not be too unrealistic?" she asks. "I have a pretty good idea where this story is going, but remember, I'm the one who has to walk around in this body! Please, no triple F breasts or anything like that."
"What about a dick?" you ask.
Rachel glares at you. "One of the advantages of being a nice Jewish girl -- or a bitchy Jewish American Princess, for that matter -- is not having to go through a bris. Nothing on me that needs circumcision, okay?"
"You want a girl next door image? All cutesy and flat chested and ordinary?" you ask. Why would I want to write something like that?
"No no," Rachel says, holding up her uncollapsed wave function hands placatingly. "I know you want me to be hot, and believe me, I'm more than okay with that. Just... make me HUMAN, okay?" She pauses for a moment, waiting for a reaction. "Please?"
Well, it only seems fair to give her a body you'll both be happy with. C cup breasts and athletic figure, like a cheerleader, or some of the hotter tennis players, or at least someone who spends a lot of time in the gym. You make her 5'9" -- a little on the tall side, but you don't want the girl to be completely ordinary. And of course this story being what it is, you make her double-jointed and extremely dexterous. That could come in handy later.
Rachel twirls around happily, testing out her newly defined body. "Yeah, this can work," she says. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," you tell her. Now it's time to think of an environment for this cutey. School? An office? The club scene? A star ship? The possibilities are endless. |