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

Chapter 3

Ugly.

And fat.

Ugly and fat. Yep. No doubt about it. Fat and ugly, fat and ugly.

"Damn it!!"

I slammed the hand mirror down onto the ground with all my might.

"What the hell is going on!"

Seems like I passed out for a few hours after seeing myself in the hand mirror.

I checked again and again. There was no mistake. Reflected in the mirror was a chubby, round-faced girl whose eyes were sunken from layers of fat. Maybe from bad habits or greasy food, her face was covered in pimples.

That ugly girl was looking back with an apologetic expression. Like a sales rep who failed to land a one-month contract, it was a truly dejected and sorry face.

She looked to be about 12 to 15 years old. It's hard to tell the age of foreigners by appearance.

Well, that doesn't really matter.

Why am I a fat, ugly, pimple-faced, foreign, girl, and a child?!

This is messed up.

Damn it, pulling on my face just hurts.

Oh—God!

Save me!!

Not that I believe in God.

Ahhh, what the hell is this!

This fat body! Damn it! What the hell is going on!

Even when I punch my own stomach, it just bounces back with a satisfying squish.

"Someone explain this to me!"

Huh, I can talk. And my voice... it's a girl's voice......

"Ah—ah—ah"

What's with this cute voice!

Such a cutesy voice!

Despite being fat.

"My name is Kobashigawa Death."

I tried saying my name, but, I don't know, it just feels so wrong.

Huh, come to think of it, I can move my body now.

I tried sitting up with all my strength. Then I was shocked by the sheer bulk of me. Not being able to get up before was probably partly because I wasn't feeling well, but mostly because my body was just too heavy.

Just getting off the bed, I nearly fell.

I desperately extended my thick legs to the carpet and stood up. I felt a bit dizzy, but quickly recovered, so I tried walking slowly.

What the hell. I feel insanely heavy.

My real body trained like crazy, wasn't that heavy, and I had decent athletic ability. With a long stride and brisk pace, I could move as fast as a small girl running.

But what is this? Huh?

With every step, some part of me jiggles up and down annoyingly. My whole body feels like it's weighed down with barbells. Because of my chest and belly, I can't see straight down. I almost fell several times, leaning on dressers and walls.

As I staggered around the room, I found a small door. When I opened it, it turned out to be a small closet, and on the inside of the door was a full-length mirror. When I saw my reflection, I opened my mouth and completely froze.

A blonde girl, about 160 centimeters tall and probably weighing 100 kilos, was standing there with her mouth agape.

Yep, that's me. That's me.

No—wait, is that me?

"Oh my, Lady Ellie! You mustn't! Walking around will harm your body!"

The maid called Clarice burst through the door and clung to me.

Apparently grabbing my arm, the plump old maid with her wrinkly hands looked into my face.

"What's the matter?"

"...Who is this?"

"What are you saying? Of course it's you, Lady Ellie."

"Ellie......"

"Yes. You are Lady Ellie Golden, the fourth daughter of the distinguished Golden family."

"Golden...... Fourth daughter?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"Golden...... Theater?"

"Oh my. Do we own a private theater?"

"No, it just kind of popped into my head..."

"I see. Well then, let's return to bed."

Before the old maid could even finish her sentence, I passed out, unable to keep up with this reality.

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In the pouring rain, I was drifting through the air.

The raindrops hitting my body passed through my transparent form, splashing on the ground and soaking in. In the sky, massive lightning bolts flashed, threatening to scorch everything just by being seen, rumbling loudly as if to swallow the whole world.

Someone stood by a pond centered around a large tree.

Maybe it was a pond built for fun by a rich person next to their mansion. Looking around, there was a refined gazebo near the water, with a marble-like table set up. Beyond that, a path led to the mansion.

Curious, I floated toward the pond's edge.

There she was—the fat, ugly, pimple-faced girl from the mirror, standing there soaking wet. Her sense of despair was indescribable. The look on her face was so hopeless, it hurt just to see her. She hung her head and didn't move.

How long had she been like that?

She occasionally bit her lip, furrowed her brows, or let out a self-mocking smile, but they were such subtle expressions you'd miss them if you weren't watching closely. I, floating in the air, stared at her. Like I was nailed in place, I couldn't look away.

Eventually, the girl started crying.

Her soft sobs quickly turned into full-blown wailing.

It was a cry full of anguish, as if she had given up on everything.

She looked up to the sky, mouth wide open, screaming as if to swallow the lightning itself.

My chest began to ache.

I couldn't breathe, clutching my heart with both hands and writhing. I twisted my body to stay calm, trying not to take in all her sorrow. If I didn't, I felt like I'd be crushed by the weight of it.

After crying for a while, she took off her sandals with practiced ease, like getting into a bath, and stepped into the pond fully clothed.

I tried to stop her.

But my body wouldn't budge.

I couldn't move.

I didn't even have a body right now—I was transparent. Even if I could move, I wouldn't have been able to stop her.

As I struggled, she waded into the pond up to her chest and clasped her hands in prayer. She seemed to be murmuring something. I didn't know what it was, but I knew I had to pull her out of the pond right away.

Lightning flashed across the sky.

It didn't matter that she was fat, ugly, and had pimples. I wanted to save her. I didn't know the details, but she was probably trying to end her life. If I couldn't even save the girl in front of me, did I really deserve to call myself a man?

I forced my body to move and ran toward her.

Since I was floating, maybe I should say I flew. I just rushed forward with everything I had.

But I didn't make it in time.

She stopped murmuring, spread her arms wide, and smiled.

A deafening explosion hit like a shockwave, blinding me with lightning, and the blast was so strong my hair stood on end. The massive tree in the center of the pond cracked and fell, flames swirling upward.

She was hit by a massive electric shock, and like a fish killed by electrocution, she floated motionless in the pond.

I looked down at her from directly above, and before I knew it, I lost consciousness.

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It took me about five minutes to realize it had been a dream.

Looking to the side, the old maid was fanning me worriedly, while next to her, a legendary-level beauty was holding my hand.

She died. She got struck by lightning and died. That probably wasn't a dream—it had to be real. Or rather, it must've been my memory.

And I died too, hit by a fancy black car while stumbling drunk in Roppongi.

That must be it.

Then my soul or whatever ended up possessing this girl. That's probably what happened.

So, both she and I died, and now it's her body with me inside, a new existence.

I see.

That's how it is.

I get it now......

So this is God's prank.

A prank of God.

Yeah, like hell I can accept thaaaaat!

Why did a handsome guy like me become a fat, ugly, pimple-faced, foreign, girl, and a child?!

Damn it! This fatso!

Even if I punch her belly, it just bounces back with a satisfyingly squishy resistance.

Somebody please turn me back to normal pleeeeeeease!