Ellie Golden and the Mischievous Transformation: Even an Ugly, Fat Girl Can Become a Handsome, Elite Guy

Chapter 2

I had fallen asleep before I realized it.

At any rate, I'm alive.

I really need to contact the office soon. If I slept through the whole day, it must be Sunday by now. I'll need to ask a doctor about the symptoms and take a day off if it's serious.

Damn it, and it's the day before a huge sales negotiation—this is the worst.

"Miss Ellie!"

The door opened, and someone jumped onto the bed.

"You've finally awakened. I was so worried I couldn't sleep a wink..."

Who the heck is this old lady?

She's a foreigner.

She had the air of someone who had endured all kinds of hardships to make it this far in life. Her tear-reddened brown eyes were framed by gentle crow's feet, and though there was a shadow over her well-formed beauty, it only enhanced her feminine charm.

She looked like a servant from an old foreign movie.

Actually, her outfit was that of a servant too.

A black puffed one-piece dress with a white apron over it. Maybe she came here after finishing some chores, as the apron was dirty in spots.

"Why would you do such a thing...? No, why did you go to such a place?"

She sobbed without even trying to wipe her tears.

"Master, Madam, the young ladies—everyone said Miss Ellie had lost her mind... But I don't believe any of it. No one understands your position, Miss Ellie..."

I feel bad cutting into this super serious and sad scene, but...

Who the hell is Ellie?

The old lady maid suddenly looked startled and peered into my face.

"I beg your pardon. Your body must not be fully recovered yet..."

Crap, my voice won't come out! My voice!

What do I do? If I don't give tomorrow's presentation, we'll never land the deal.

"Let me wipe your body."

She nodded gently, wrung out a towel, and began wiping my face as if handling something fragile.

Inside, I was panicking about tomorrow's work.

Still, it felt nice having my neck and arms wiped.

"Your skin is always so beautiful, Miss Ellie..."

Saying that, the old lady maid gently lifted my arm.

I mean seriously, who is Ellie?

Huh!?

I was shocked when I looked at my lifted arm.

I was so stunned I screamed in my head.

If I could speak, I would've shouted, "What the hell is this!?"

My arm was pale, squishy, and had gotten thick.

Where did my dark, solid, gym-built muscles go?

"It's all right, Miss Ellie. You'll be better soon..."

I said, who the hell is Ellie?

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——What the hell is going on here?

I raised my arms, which I could barely move, in front of my face.

There were my arms—but they weren't mine.

Flabby fat arms with pale skin so white it was abnormal. Not a single hair. On closer inspection, not even hair follicles. Perfectly smooth.

My palms were even worse.

My real hands were rough, manly, with bulging veins from all the gym training. But these hands—!

They were pudgy, and the joints were swallowed by fat.

I'm fat. This is fat.

Can a person get this fat this fast?

Is this the reverse version of a results-guaranteed training gym?

No... what the hell is this?

Do you know how much I trained?

I squeezed in gym time between work and even watched my diet.

I'm a perfectionist. A flabby old guy looks lame. I'm turning thirty next year, so I've been extra careful about my health. Plus, looks matter in sales. A sharp physique builds more trust.

Anyway, what the hell do I do now?

My voice won't come out, and only my arms and head can move.

"Excuse me, Miss Ellie, Miss Amy has come to visit you."

As the old lady maid said that, the door quietly opened.

"Ellie!"

The person who came in jumped onto me just like the old maid had. Then, lifting her face, she shed tears with a sorrowful expression.

A close-up of a blonde beauty filled my vision.

Golden hair, blue eyes, and pale lips trembling as she held back sobs. Her softly rounded cheeks and drooping eyes stirred a protective instinct. Her straight nose looked sculpted, and her porcelain skin was enviably flawless. She was like a legendary beauty out of a dream.

I'm not gonna lie—I love women. I'm also a good-looking guy, top-tier in sales, with lots of hobbies and friends. I'm just shy of 180 cm tall. Basically, I'm what they call a total package. Even objectively, people envy my looks.

So naturally, I have way more experience with women than the average guy.

And I say this woman is legendary. No doubt about it. She even smells legendary.

I decided to stop thinking about everything and take a deep breath.

I inhaled deeply, trying to fill my lungs with her legendary aura.

"How much more do you want to make me worry...? You're more sensitive, shy, and timid than I am..."

The beauty gave my shoulder a light smack.

Squish—my flabby shoulder softly bounced her legendary hand.

"Miss Amy."

"I'm sorry, Clarice. I shouldn't have hit someone who's sick..."

Chided by the old lady maid, the beauty gently kissed the spot she had hit.

She kissed the spot she hit?

So cheesy. Like something you'd only see in movies. Even her actions are legendary... It's frustrating, but also kind of nice.

"If you ever do something like this again, Ellie, I'll never speak to you again. I'll start hating you."

Saying that, the beauty shed more tears.

The old lady maid pulled out a handkerchief to gently wipe away the beauty's tears.

But the beauty stopped her, took the handkerchief, and used its corner to dab her own tears.

Even her gestures were legendary.

I've only seen women move like this at the kind of exclusive Ginza club that doesn't let first-timers in. And she's not even losing to them—actually, thanks to her looks, she's got them beat.

For a while, the beauty called Amy kept holding my now-pudgy hand.

She must've been really worried. She barely spoke to the old maid and knelt at the bedside for a good thirty minutes.

"Get better soon, Ellie. I'll have Clarice bring over the things from your room. Do you need anything?"

Yeah, for starters, bring me my smartphone.

"Oh, you still can't talk... It must have been a huge shock."

With that, the beauty gripped my flabby hand again and held it to her chest for about ten minutes.

While enjoying the soft feeling, I started to get a bad feeling in my body.

I don't know why a legendary beauty I've never met is so worried about a guy who got drunk and got hit by a car. Half-joking, half-serious, I started wondering if I'd been caught up in a conspiracy. I don't handle sensitive personal data or company secrets, but plenty of other companies are eyeing my sales skills. Could this beauty be part of a headhunting scheme?

Do I really offer enough return on investment to justify using a beauty like this to poach me?

Last year, I stole all of another firm's contracts for us, so I got blatantly targeted by rival sales reps. I grabbed the contracts fair and square from the territories they were eyeing. The company even told me to cool it.

I got a bonus so big I couldn't even tell my coworkers.

That year's income was the highest I'd ever had. The taxes that followed were the highest too.

Still, with my sales skills, I'd probably do well at another company too. The headhunting theory might be legit.

While I was thinking that, the old maid named Clarice started bringing in women's belongings one after another.

Along with her came what seemed like a married couple and two blindingly beautiful women.

"Clarice. Has Ellie made a full recovery?"

As soon as she entered the room, a beautiful but sharp-looking woman raised her voice. She looked to be in her late twenties, but had the tense aura of someone who'd been through many battles—making her age hard to guess. Narrowing her sharp eyes, she glanced at Clarice.

Unfazed by the harsh stare, Clarice bowed like a proper maid.

"No, Madam. It seems she still cannot speak."

"I see."

The woman called Madam took my pudgy right hand in hers.

"You're always making us worry so much..."

"Seriously..."

The handsome man with droopy eyes, who seemed to be the woman's husband, gently stroked my head as if cherishing me.

No, I'm not into being petted by a guy, so please stop. Even though I thought that, I didn't have the strength to shake him off.

"I'm just glad you're alive."

Then, a woman who looked like the legendary beauty called Amy, and seemed to be about 175 centimeters tall, took my left hand.

She radiated a sensuality strong enough to suffocate a man. Big droopy eyes and a slender waist. A beauty mark at the corner of her eye added to her allure. She looked to be in her early twenties.

"Ellie always makes everyone worry. That's why I always tell you to keep your act together, don't I?"

From behind her, a woman with a complicated expression—caught between anger and sorrow—brushed back her luxurious blonde hair and scolded me. She had sharp, upturned eyes like the woman called Madam. Because the legendary beauty, the sultry beauty with the tear mole, and this glamorous woman all looked similar, I suspected they were sisters.

I see. The man and woman who entered the hospital room first must be my father and mother, and the legendary beauty, the sultry tear mole beauty, and the glamorous sharp-eyed beauty are the three sisters. And they're all busty. Genes are amazing.

Yeah, I got it now.

At any rate, I understood that they're one incredibly attractive family.

So, what is this?

Why did they come to me? I don't get it. Could it have something to do with my body turning all soft and pudgy?

They all started discussing what to do with Ellie, and after a while, the conversation seemed to end, and the four of them left.

"Ellie, we'll do everything we can, so tell us anything, okay? I'll come by again after school."

Once the legendary beauty called Amy was gone, the old maid disappeared too.

Damn it, if I could speak, I could ask so many things.

I'm worried about not being able to contact the company, but first I should focus on recovering my body. Why is a foreign maid taking care of me? Why did that attractive family come? Why am I fat? I've got tons of questions, but I can't do anything about it right now. In times like this, playing it cool is my style.

I glanced at the table.

The things the foreign maid lady brought were neatly arranged.

A cute floral pouch, a similarly cute two-hand-sized box likely containing makeup, a hand mirror, a bunch of miscellaneous books, and several pieces of women's clothing in pink and white that a guy like me would never wear. Also, some sweet-looking snacks on a plate.

I grabbed the hand mirror that was just within reach.

And then, I casually looked into it.

Fuh!?！？！？！？！？！？

Yes, I casually looked into it.

Feh!?！？！？！？！？！？！？！？

That's right, I casually looked—Hiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!