A goddess, of course.

Flipping back through the images, Erica began to describe the changes she made to her frame.

"I dropped my height a few inches as part of the 'more approachable' vibe I was going for. I'm just over six feet now, but I'll be 5'10 after this. I took it mostly from my torso, but shaved just a little off of my calves and neck. I kept the broad shoulders since I think it's one of my more striking physical features, but I touched up my tits. What do you think?"

Andrew stared at the photo of a nude pair of breasts with his mouth open. To his surprise, Erica pulled off her t-shirt, allowing her breasts to bounce into view. As she explained her changes, she gestured to both the photo and her own chest to highlight the differences.

"I got rid of the tanlines - those were for verisimilitude, but young Erica has more time for tanning than the professor. I made the nipples a bit smaller and darkened the areolas to emphasize the boundary between the breast skin and the nipple. I also placed them slightly higher to give them a more pert, 'beckoning' look."

She held up her left breast and squeezed it lightly. "My current breasts are, in the words of a judgmental Englishwoman, 'firm, upright, and suggestive'. It's nice, but I've seen how you look at Madison's. They're just better."

Andrew protested but she cut him off with a laugh. "Don't worry! You've repeatedly demonstrated that you love my tits. I know better than to just slap a copy of her udders on my chest. I rounded mine out slightly and made them a scooch softer, but they're still mine. Think of them as the last Cs I'll ever give you."

It took Andrew a second to get the joke, and when he did he was too enraptured by the photos to laugh. "Can we make them bigger?" he asked, and she chuckled.

"Of course," she said. She flipped through the files again, coming to rest on a new image of bare breasts. "I took the liberty of putting together some alternatives. Of course, you can tweak them as much as you- ow!"

Andrew had tweaked her right nipple and was grinning at her. She slapped his arm lightly, but she was smiling, glad to see him coming out of his groggy stupor. "Very funny. These are gonna sag just a little more - sorry, I can change my characteristics, but I can't change gravity. They'll be as perky as a pair of double Ds can realistically be and the bounce will be incredible."

"They're perfect," Andrew said.

She grinned and moved on to the posterior. "Now, let's be honest. My ass is great, but it's built for sitting, not plowing. This is probably what I changed the most - I flared out the hips and added some jiggle. It's still small enough that I can rock a miniskirt without looking like I'm shoplifting cold cuts, but it's much more generous to fit with the overall theme of relatability I'm pursuing. If I'm gonna be less frigid, I'm gonna need some insulation."

Andrew laughed and nodded. "Looks great! What else?"

"Let's see, what are the big hits... I upped the definition of my abs. No sixpack, but a little tighter. My current body wasn't designed for a normal life, so I added some quality of life stuff."

"Like what?" Andrew asked curiously.

"I lengthened my forearms slightly and made my fingers a little longer and more slender. Professor Levinson never had to swim or wrestle or reach anything on a high shelf, after all. I upped my range of motion across all my limbs and removed the permanent polish from all of my nails. Stuff like that."

Andrew nodded, barely listening. He was flipping through the photos with a hungry look in his eye. Erica smiled to see him so enthralled.

"I think I'll let you go over the photos on your own if you want. In fact, I'm happy to model nude for you so you can see the before-and-after. Before that, though, there's one more matter to resolve: my new name."

Andrew grimaced. "Do we have to? It's so weird. You just seem like an Erica to me."

She nodded. "We can't have two Erica Levinsons running around. We could theoretically keep the first name, but I don't think we should. I'm still going to look so much like her that we'll want to draw attention away from the comparison. I had a few ideas, though. What do you think of Rachel?"

He mulled it over. "Maybe. What else?"

"If you want something more flamboyant, Scarlett or Ruby could work. We could go with a flower, too, like Iris or Rose..."

He thought about it. "I don't know about any of those, I just can't get my mind off of Erica. Are there any you like?"

She shook her head. "Golems are incapable of partiality about our own names. I can't prefer a name, just like you can't wish you held different values. That being said, I find the notion of a golem named Maria sort of romantic."

"How so?" he asked.

"Well, one of the first automata ever portrayed on screen was Robot Maria from Metropolis. She was made as an evil replacement for a real woman named Maria. She isn't just an object, though, but a character in her own right. It means two different characters share the same name - a flesh and blood woman and an artificial copy of her. It encompasses the duality of golems very well, in my opinion."

He nodded. "I like it. Maria. What about a last name?"

"I've got an idea that I'll think you're gonna love," she said with a grin.