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Some foolish, hopeful, optimistic and yet-unaffected by OTTII's unending conditioning...part of Nicole's brain actually believed that she would be playing on the field with the team for the first time.
She heard the roar of the crowd as the team-members were introduced. Her name was last and, as was the norm, spelled and pronounced wrong. She was introduced as OTTII Nikko. What a silly mistake. Maybe the announcer man had meant to say Nicole, from OTTII Proton All-Stars...or something, but OTTII Nikko...it just sounded so, so...odd. Nicole would ponder the mistake later on when she was in the dugout, after the fanfare was over, after she had wiggled her way across the field to uproarious applause of the fans...especially the men.
Especially after a video clip of her reciting phrases in front of the LCD Panel in her room was played on the huge Enormo-Tron monitor at the back of the outfield. It had been slightly edited, but Nicole very clearly spoke in near perfect Japanese, "Even though my breasts are small, I hope that the sight of my body is pleasing". The crowd went nuts. Nicole couldn't help giggling as she jumped up excitedly, waving to the crowd as the cameras zoomed in on her again. Her in her short pink shorts and stacked sneakers. Her in her tight pink top, with her nearly one-inch white tipped fingernails and black-lined, faux-Asian eyes blinking in the bright lights of the OTTII Dome. Her...OTTII Nikko, Proton-Allstar...Future Star.
It was easy to get caught up in all the energy and excitement. Indeed, the game seemed to whiz by in a blur of jumping, waving, giggling and lap sitting. The more the crowd cheered, the better the team did. The better the team did, the more Nicole showed her appreciation for their efforts. The more she showed her appreciation for their efforts, the more the crowd cheered.
By the time the seventh-inning stretch came on, Nicole was dizzy with adrenalin. As the stage was being set up at center field, her three aerobics chums came bouncing into the dugout. "Nikko!" Tamiko chirped, "Come-come. You can help us to entertain the crowd while Yummy sings!" Nicole didn't hesitate, following Rinako and Suki to the stage and taking a position at one of the stage's four corners. She was giddy with anticipation. She was one stage with Yummy Yamaguchi! She was on stage with the most famous entertainer in the country... and her absolute favorite artist.
Suddenly panic set in. What was she going to do on stage? She was a ball-player, not a dancer...she would look foolish...again. Tamiko, seeing fear beginning to grip Nicole, reassured her, "Don't worry Nikko! It just like aerobics. You do good."
With that, the lights came on, and familiar music started. Tamiko was right, she knew all the moves by heart...this was easy. She gyrated and twisted with her three friends and her Jpop Idol for an energetic ten minute set, after which the five girls retreated to the dressing room. Nicole was a state of euphoria as she was introduced to Yummy in person for the first time. She wasn't disappointed.
The young pop princess was dressed in one of her trademark EGL styled costumes, custom tailored to accentuate her cartoonish figure. Nicole felt a ting of jealousy. While it was true that wearing the corset and cinching her waist every night, and whenever she wasn't in aerobics training was helping, she knew it could only do so much. If she wanted to look as pleasing as Yummy did...something else would have to be done.
The future team star and music superstar conversed for a few minutes (mostly about looking pleasing and praising OTTII for its superiority). Yummy ended their chat by congratulating Nicole on redeeming herself in front of the fans. Nicole smiled as wide as the room as Yummy was quickly whisked away by her entourage. She had done it. She was no longer shamed. She would be a star like Yummy was. Everyone would be pleased with OTTII Nikko.
Nicole was buzzing all the way back to her room. Her mind was awash with subliminal OTTII programming and an array of new thoughts and feelings that only months ago, would have seemed alarming and disturbing. But not now, not for Nicole.
The high she felt would last for days, indeed it could be said that Nicole had rounded the corner on her future with OTTII. The Japanese phrases she was learning this week would guarantee her loyalty. Aside from the standard "It is good to be owned by OTTII" she learned to say "I cannot picture my life without OTTII" and "I am working hard to abandon my ignorant American ways"
She was giddy with anticipation each morning as she sucked her protein shake from its new dispenser. Instead of a cup and thick straw, a one-piece unit with a peculiar rounded-top cylinder protruding from the base was given to her. Tamiko had to show her how to use it, as it was not as easy to use as one would think. With all her might, Nicole would seal her lips around the 2" thick tube, then using her mouth, she would "pump" it several times before it would release a blob of salty cream into her mouth. Besides her tea and rice and chicken, it was her favorite treat in the whole world.
Thoughts of playing baseball were growing fewer and further between. She noticed how little attention was given to the players as compared to what was given to her. The cameras followed her everywhere during the games now, broadcasting her image to the masses in the packed stadium. The crowd chanted her name repeatedly, well, what they thought was her name. "Nee-ko! Nee-ko!" they would cheer. It was a wonderful feeling to be so famous. Not even Yummy Yamaguchi got as much applause as Nicole did.
Could she give it all up to play silly baseball? Could she return to America? Where no one chanted her name? The questions hung inside her head like fog. There was still a tiny part of her that wanted to achieve her goals...those silly unrealistic goals. Those goals set by ignorant American ideals...ideals that Nicole professed to no longer adhere to.
So as she pumped her "hot-salt-cream" dispenser this morning, she was determined to decide what her path would be. She couldn't continue this way, being torn between her former self, and the person she was becoming with OTTII's divine guidance. A choice would have to be made, and soon.
In the car-ride to the salon one day, Nicole asked Mr. Fuji a if he thought her breasts were too small. The short man smiled. "Oh Nikko, everyone knows that your breasts are too small. You proclaim it daily. It is no secret."
Nicole sank into her seat, feeling dejected. She gazed at the black-carpeted floor of the limo, "Would larger breasts make Nikko more famous? Er...would I be more pleasing to my fans? To OTTII?"
Fuji's face become more serious, "If Nikko desires to improve her body so-as to improve her appearance for her fans, then certainly OTTII would support her"
It wasn't what she had asked, but that point seemed lost on her now. Mr. Fuji had all-but -approved her having larger breasts. He was right. She knew OTTI would support her.... OTTI would do what was best for Nicole...they had since she first arrived. And so she decided that larger breasts would be what was best. OTTII would want it her...but more importantly, she wanted it for herself.
She looked up at Mr. Fuji, "Oh yes Fuji-San, Nikko desires to improve her body. Nikko desires to improve her appearance for her fans. Nikko must be more pleasing for her Fans...and for OTTII."
Okimi Fujiama was a smart man. He had been doing this long enough to recognize when things needed to be done...and quickly. The girl sitting across from him had mere months ago been a strong willed, thickheaded American, bent on proving she was an equal to men. Today that girl was nearly gone, and with his help, she would never return. He grabbed his cell phone from his inside pocket and dialed. He spoke in quick Japanese dialect, using a low voice so as not to be heard by his passenger. After a few efficient sentences, he hung up, then tapped on the window that separated the driver's compartment from the rest of the car. The driver lowered the glass. Okimi barked a short command to him the car changed its course.
There would be no trip to the salon today. Today would bring about changes that were much more important than just hair and nails. Within the hour the car would arrive the OTTII medical center, where OTTII Nikko's breasts would be augmented to a ridiculous size...and that would just be the beginning. By the time Doctor Chera Balbir, the famed Pakistani cosmetic surgeon under OTTII's employ, was finished, Nicole Smith would be a memory. Her new body would rival Yummy Yamaguchi's in its cartoonish dimensions. Mr. Fuji smiled wide, soon OTTII Nikko would be ready.
Or so he thought.
Back in the U.S., Len Dawson gently cradled the phone. He wanted to slam it...hell he wanted to pull it out of its socket and throw it through the window, but the situation required that he remain calm.
His plan was nearly complete. He had watched the progress OTTII was making with his star female ball player in video clips sent via email on a weekly basis. They had done an amazing job. Not only, would Nicole Smith cease to exist in a very short time, but a new Japanese bimbo-toy would await his next trip to the Far East. That would make her a ball player of a very different kind, he had chuckled to himself.
But not yet, not now. Not since that bitch from the American Sports Network called him. She had heard of Nicole's being hired by the Fireballs' and being sent to their Japanese farm team, and wanted to do a piece on her progress. How was she doing in a male-dominated sport...in a male-dominated country? When could she be interviewed?
Len was in deep shit. If he didn't comply, he knew she would dig deeper into the story. If he did comply...his thoughts trailed off, picturing the heavily conditioned Nicole reciting her desire to be pleasing to men on National Television. Deep shit was right.
He prayed that Seji Herakini would have a solution, as he picked his phone back up and dialed. Good thing I didn't throw the phone out the window.
Moments later...back in Japan, the cell phone in Okimi Fujiama's jacket pocket began to ring. It was Herakini-San. Mr. Fuji's face dropped as he took his boss's call. As he hung the phone up, his face turned from deep grin to deep growl. He again tapped the glass behind his head, and the driver again lowered the window. Soon the car was headed back towards the OTTII Dome.
Nicole looked over to Mr. Fuji, and spoke in Japanese, "Fuji-San, what is wrong? Is Nikko not to have her larger breasts today?" Her eyes looked as if they might start to fill with tears.
Mr. Fuji forced a smile, "No my pet. Not today. Very soon, but not today. We have other business that we must first attend to."