Cosmos Girl
A Trek crossover. Can you guess the other franchise this story is based on?
It was a perfect day! Nyota was sitting at her vanity in her room at the Delta Nu sorority house. She was applying a topcoat on her nails. Rather than her signature red, she chose a clear lacquer to showcase the French manicure. Her father was going to hit the ceiling when he got the bill for her hair, nails and dress, but this was going to be the most important day in Nyota's life. Soon, she would be the future "Mrs. Hikaru Sulu!"
This was the day she had been waiting for nearly two years! Nyota met Hikaru Sulu in her sophomore year. Strange as it may seem, they had progressed from the oddest of odd couples to the UCLA power couple, culminating in being crowned homecoming King and Queen in her senior year.
Never would Nyota have imagined such a thing possible. When Nyota arrived at UCLA, she was unaccustomed to the standard American diet. What was typically the fresh fifteen" weight gain was more like thirty. By her sophomore year, she was nearly forty pounds overweight. Nyota stood up and looked in the mirror. She was nothing like the chubby and awkward girl she was when she met him.
Sulu pulled into the Delta Nu drive. Parking there was reserved for the house mother, but Mrs. Scott adored Sulu. He was responsible for bringing Nyota to the rush party in her junior year. It was highly unusual for a pledge to be that old, and Nyota had no Greek connections, but her father was loaded. In LA in the classless United Earth society, money still talked. Sulu promised that Nyota's presence in the sorority would bring many perks, and it had.
Sulu looked in the mirror and flashed a gleaming smile. This was a pivotal moment in his life. He was ready to move to a new level. He jogged up to the door and retrieved Nyota. As they walked back to the hover car, Sulu took it all in.
From the moment he met Nyota, he knew she could help him reach his goals. She was chubby, with acne, and she wore her hair very short, which he abhorred. However, her family was very wealthy, and her father had Federation connections that ran deep! It only took six months and a three-month summer trip to a Betazed cosmetic center, courtesy of Nyota's father, to get Nyota into top-drawer form.
When they returned to Earth, Nyota was four inches taller, and her figure, which had been concealed under dowdy clothes and layers of fat, was more than impressive. Calling Nyota stacked was putting it mildly. It had been a painful process, having the skin on her legs stretch to accommodate the bone implants. The photomosis follicle stimulation caused constant scalp itching for weeks as her hair grew. Then there was the fat extraction, for which the Betzaoids had given a twenty percent discount on body sculpting. They harvested most of the fat for other clients, but Sulu wanted the doctors to reuse some of the fat in strategic locations.
In the evenings after the excruciating treatment, Sulu schooled Nyota on the social conventions of Greek life and the social life of other upscale families in the region. Nyota was a xenocultural major. It didn't take long for her to master Standard English and social mores. In the last two weeks on Betazed, Sulu helped Nyota order a new wardrobe for her new figure. Her hair had grown to shoulder length. He also ordered training on makeup and walking. Sulu had converted Nyota into the perfect female. She was a dean's list scholar with top grades, she was wealthy, and she was compliant. Nyota would always do Sulu's bidding.
Sulu watched Nyota walk to the car in her signature four-inch heels. Her hips swayed as swayed as she walked. Her arse had just a hint of a jiggle. She was nothing like the chubby girl he had transformed. Sulu licked his lips. Nyota was nearly six feet tall, wearing the shoes. Sulu was only five foot ten, but that suited him just fine.
They drove to the restaurant. It was Nyota's favorite. It was way too steep for Sulu's pockets, but Nyota's father gave Nyota a budget for entertainment. Alhamisi was grateful that his dowdy daughter had transformed into a sexy swan.
Sulu walked around the hover car and opened the door. He looked down and could tell that Nyota wore nothing under the dress. Sulu insisted on slinky form-fitting dresses, which showed all of her attributes. He licked his lips again and took her hand. The dinner went by quickly.
The waiter walked over and greeted them.
"Good evening, Ms. Uhura, Mr. Sulu," he bowed.
"Yes, hello," Sulu said.
Nyota smiled.
"Bon soir, garcon," she said with a smile.
The waited fought back a frown. Sulu was a good tipper. Sulu had ordered a light fare because he wanted to get to the main reason he had asked her out.
"Nyota, we are both graduating soon, and there is something I have to tell you," Sulu said.
Nyota rubbed her hands together and smiled. Then she reached out and touched his hand.
"I have decided to go to graduate school," Sulu said.
"Where?" Harvard? Yale? I have never been to Boston. I would love to live there," she gushed excitedly.
"Actually, I am going to the Bay Area. I have been accepted into the Starfleet Academy Early Admission Program," he replied.
"Wait, you want to go to space? I thought you wanted to be an attorney?" Nyota was confused.
"I am a legacy, you know. My grandfather was a MACO general," he said proudly. "My parents…they want me to continue the tradition."
"When are you leaving?" she asked.
"I will be leaving at the end of spring term. I will miss graduation," he said.
"And prom," she said softly.
"Well, I guess we can start a family before you go to space. The program is four years, right?" she asked.
Nyota was doing the math in her head. They could marry and have at least one child before he left for space. Nyota was warming up to the idea. Sulu pulled at his collar.
"Well, that is what I wanted to tell you. I.." he paused and cleared his throat. He signaled the waiter.
"Andorian Ale, please," He said.
Sulu looked around nervously. The waiter poured two glasses. Sulu drank his ale down quickly. Nyota giggled and did the same.
Sulu sat back and waited for her reaction. Andorian Ale was served cold, but inside the human body, it caused a super-chilled sensation. It was great for hot days and humid conditions. The waiter looked down at Nyota's halter dress. It was a form-fitting silk jersey that hugged her every curve. He poured a double for her and waited for her physical reaction. Then he poured one for Sulu. Hikaru sat back and lifted the glass to his lips. He did not drink; he only sipped a little. Nyota drank half and sat the glass on the table.
She shimmied. "It is chilly in here."
Sulu chuckled; she had relaxed a bit. Soon, the ale would kick in, and she would be very compliant.
"What I wanted to tell you is we cannot be together once I join the academy," Sulu blurted out. The ale was working its magic on him, too. He felt emboldened.
"You are breaking up with me?" I thought we were going to get married and start a family after college," She said.
Sulu shook his head.
"I am not ready for all that, Nyota. I want to explore space," he said.
"I didn't even know you liked astronomy. All of your classes have been in business," she replied.
Sulu chugged down the last bit of ale. He was feeling flushed, and the ale cooled him down. Sulu didn't want to hurt Nyota, but his grandfather had advised him against continuing the relationship. There were so many females in space. When he was ready to settle down, he needed a female suitable for Federation affairs, not a homecoming queen.
Sulu shrugged, "You mean a lot to me, but if I am going to be a commodore by thirty-five, I need a woman who is officer material. You are a beauty queen type."
"Sulu, you did this. You made me this way," Nyota was freezing; gooseflesh was rising all over her body.
The waiter came back and stared at Nyota's chest.
"Do you want dessert?" he asked.
"No, I will take the check," Sulu said.
He pulled out a black chip and handed it to the waiter. The waiter stared at the chip and looked at Nyota again. A few minutes later, he returned to hand it to Sulu on a silver tray. Nyota snatched it and put it in her purse. Her father had paid for all their expensive dates and trips.
"Take me home," she said softly.
This was not how Sulu planned to end the evening. He wanted a romantic goodbye. Nyota stood up and walked over to a table that a busser was resetting. She snatched the tablecloth and wrapped it around her shoulders. She was freezing.
"I will put it on your tab," the waiter said with a smirk. He had a feeling this was the last time Sulu would set foot in this restaurant without Nyota's black chip.
Sulu tried to strike up a conversation during the ride home. Nyota ignored him. She was crushed. Nyota had done everything Sulu asked of her. She had her legs broken and modified because he liked taller women. She kept top grades, worked out and volunteered because Sulu said that would make her a top candidate for homecoming queen. Now, she wasn't good enough. Nyota suspected that his grandfather had other issues with her relationship with Sulu.
It was the beginning of the Spring term. The break was several weeks away. Nyota opened her communication and contacted her parents. She needed to get away, if only for the weekend, and Kenya was as far from UCLA as one could get on United Earth.