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

Chapter 4

"Ellie, are you okay?"

A beautiful woman named Amy peered into my face with teary eyes.

I nodded for now.

"It hasn't even been two days since the accident. You need to rest."

Staring at the beautifully balanced face like the golden ratio of a beauty, I was in a daze.

I was no longer myself.

I was no longer Kobashigawa, the handsome, top salesman, popular and competent guy.

I raised both hands and looked at my fingers sunken in fat.

Ah......

I really am no longer myself.

I was no longer the super handsome, super top salesman, popular guy, competent guy, cool guy, sexy guy, sharp guy, the strongest and best Kobashigawa.

There were countless things I left unfinished.

The presentation I had scheduled for the next day. With that, I was supposed to secure a section in a newly opened large shopping mall in the city center. It was a golden opportunity to launch our company's branded products in a standalone store for the first time.

Though it was completely outside my jurisdiction, I was handpicked across departments by the new store project team to give the presentation. I probably spent over 50 hours just practicing for it. Including the prep time from the whole team, it had cost a significant amount. I had poured all of that into my sales skills and presentation ability. Of course I had regrets.

There were five girls I was in the middle of hitting on.

The one I especially liked was a project planner from another company who wouldn't give me her number. A strict-looking woman with black hair and sharp eyes.

Even so, she wore stylish perfume and suits, and was a thoughtful person. She kept saying she couldn't give her number because she wasn't attractive, but that was absurd. From my perspective, she was such a wonderful woman I wanted to embrace her right away.

By chance, I met her during a sales trip in Shinbashi, grabbed coffee with her, and finally exchanged numbers—only for all this to happen. What a waste!

The next favorite was a college girl working part-time at a girls' bar.

I liked nightlife and often went to such places, but I had an unspoken rule not to hang out with the hostesses outside of work. I hated being pitched to on my days off.

Besides, I'd grown tired of the games—whether it was private, work-related, or fake romance. But that college girl was different. By some miracle, she'd fallen in love with me at first sight. No, she didn't give me rice—she fell in love with me at first sight!

And she had unbelievably huge boobs. Seriously huge. Like extra-large watermelons attached to her chest. If I'd hung out with her, I could've played with those boobs all I wanted! Damn, what a waste! Damn it!

Maybe because I was angrily slapping the edge of the bed, the legendary-level beauty looked surprised and troubled.

"Sorry. Did you want to get out of bed that badly?"

"N-no, I didn't."

I barely held myself back from speaking like a man.

"I see. But I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Yes, indeed."

The legendary beauty and the old maid nodded in turn.

I found myself oddly convinced by the theory that I had died. I didn't want to believe it. I really didn't, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Even the thunderstorm I saw in that dream—I could accept that I had actually seen it with my own eyes.

Even so, I'm a realist and a perfectionist.

Maybe that's why.

In a situation like this, someone who keeps screaming "I can't believe it!" is the weird one. In reality, I was a fat, ugly girl with acne. I could move my arms, turn my head, and even talk. This body is me. This is reality.

"Um, is this my room?"

I asked, feigning ignorance.

"This is Greifner Hospital."

The legendary beauty held both of my hands tightly.

"It's thanks to Sister Amy's thoughtfulness, believing it would be hard for you to return home."

"Why?"

I asked the old maid.

Strangely, once I started talking, feminine speech flowed naturally. Perhaps a lingering trait of the original Ellie.

"Even if you ask me why......"

The maid looked down with a troubled expression.

"Ellie-sama would know best......"

"I'm sorry...... um, Clarice. I think my memory is a bit fuzzy."

"Oh my!"

The beauty immediately placed her hand on my forehead.

"Does anything hurt?"

"Not at the moment."

"That's good to hear... Ellie, do you remember what happened that day?"

"The day of the thunderstorm?"

"Yes. You jumped into the pond in the backyard of the mansion, and unfortunately, you were struck by lightning that hit the lone cedar tree and collapsed. The doctor said it was a miracle you survived. I healed your wounds with my healing magic, but your whole body was in a terrible state with severe burns, you know?"

I didn't jump into the pond, but it was close enough.

More importantly, didn't this beauty just say "healing magic"?

That's not funny, even as a joke.

"Father says you were possessed by an evil spirit that drove you to attempt suicide, but I don't believe that at all."

"Evil spirit......"

"Ellie, you don't need to worry about that."

I chatted for a while with the legendary beauty named Amy.

Apparently, this Amy was the third daughter of the four sisters of the Golden family. She was beautiful, smart, kind, smelled nice, and had big breasts—basically a superhuman.

And judging from how the phrase "healing magic" kept coming up in conversation, it seemed that magic, as ridiculous and unscientific as it sounded, really existed and was commonly accepted in this world.

But reality is harsh.

The more I talked with this Amy-sister, the more I realized how beautiful she was, and how ugly and fat the Ellie I had possessed was. I should probably request a DNA test. Honestly, the fact that Ellie and Amy were sisters felt more magical to me.

Amy and the maid Clarice took diligent care of me during the late-night snack and stayed with me until visiting hours ended.

It seemed Ellie was dearly loved by these two, but didn't get along well with her father or other sisters. When I tried to touch on the topic vaguely, their expressions instantly darkened and they quickly changed the subject.

After they left, many thoughts ran through my mind, and I couldn't feel sleepy at all.

I moved my chubby legs and crawled out of bed.

I opened the curtains, and a full moon was floating in the sky.

The moon was twice the size of Earth's.

"Hahaha..."

I had a hunch, but this clearly wasn't Earth.

There were also many odd things about the language.

First of all, even though it wasn't Japanese, I could speak it.

Maybe Ellie's body was unconsciously understanding everything, and I was just perceiving it as Japanese. Or maybe, since something as strange as me and Ellie fusing happened, there was some auto-translation function. Either way, it was convenient, so who cares.

The writing wasn't Japanese either, but I could read it.

I picked up the book that the maid Clarice had brought and flipped through it randomly, but I could understand the words easily. The grammar was somewhat similar to English, but occasionally hiragana and kanji would pop up. Maybe only I could see it that way.

Thinking that far, I opened the closet in the back of the room and looked into the full-length mirror.

Standing there was a fat, ugly, acne-faced girl with a salesy expression.

Sigh......

As I slumped my shoulders, the girl also let her chubby shoulders droop.

Ellie was me, and I had become Ellie.

That was an undeniable fact.

I tried to accept reality, striking guts poses over and over with the indomitable fighting spirit and positive thinking I had cultivated as a rookie salesman—but it was mostly ineffective. Who in the world would be inspired by a fat girl randomly punching the air and shouting "Yessss!"? It was utterly ridiculous.

"Damn it!"

I stomped my feet, and the floor felt like it might give out under the weight.

And since the voice was a cute girl's, there was no impact at all.

It sounded more like "Damn it☆Ahaha" than "Damn it!"

If this were at least my own voice, I could vent a little.

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"Ahhh, I can't take this anymore."

I flopped around on the bed, unable to think.

Even with Ellie's massive body, the bed was so big and comfy she could roll from side to side.

Despite being fat, I didn't have much of an appetite.

Or maybe it was because my mind was still mine that I wasn't hungry.

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were healthy meals of bread, vegetable soup, raw vegetables, and dessert, but I didn't feel like eating and only had the soup and dessert.

It had been three days since I saw myself like this.

Knowing it was pointless, I still checked the mirror several times. Naturally, I was Ellie.

I had to accept reality.

By the way, what shocked me the most these last three days was that Ellie's panties were enormous.

More like a toddler's tank top? Or a women's top?

When I put it on my head, it looked like a tulip hat with two holes in it. Girls' panties are supposed to fit tight like a swim cap—that's common sense. When I was little, I used to wear my sister's panties on my head and strike a "Panty Man!" pose, only to get smacked repeatedly.

......I wonder how sis is doing.

She was looking forward to my wedding, whenever that would be, but now I've turned into a fat, ugly girl in some incomprehensible other world—if I told her that, would she laugh? Yeah, knowing her, she'd burst out laughing.

Clarice the maid turned pale and tried to stop me when she saw me wearing panties on my head, which made me laugh. "M-My lady, wearing panties on your head is just so... boundless," she stammered, mistakenly saying "boundless" instead of "improper." In a way, those giant panties really did convey a sense of boundlessness, so she wasn't entirely wrong.

Of course, I only laughed on the inside. I got scolded right away and quietly took off my panties. Taking off my hat? No, taking off my panties.

By the way, Clarice the maid seemed to come by the hospital whenever she could, after finishing up work at the house. When I asked if any other maids were coming, she gave me such a terribly lonely look that I decided not to bring it up again. When she looks lonely, her worry lines deepen, and the sense of sorrow becomes overwhelming.

Clarice brought dinner on a tray.

"Miss Ellie, if you become this emaciated, it will harm your health. You must eat properly..."

Come on now, I'm still very much an active fatty, okay?

I must weigh at least a hundred kilos.

Seriously, how puffed-up was Ellie's face?

I still had no appetite, so I ate the soup, an apple, and a grapefruit, and had her take the tray away. Since I didn't touch the bread, Clarice tried to feed it to me, but I gently declined.

After she quickly tidied up the room and changed the bed sheets, she left.

Left alone, I thought about various things.

About the work I'd left unfinished.

About my family.

About my friends.

About Japan.

I dragged my heavy body and wandered around the room.

Then I happened to spot a paperback-sized diary hidden at the very bottom of a stack of books on the table. Its pink cover and floral relief design gave it a distinctly girlish appearance.

The diary was locked with a silver key.

Moreover, even when I flipped it over, looked from the side or the top, there was no keyhole to be found.

As I struggled to figure out how to open it, I placed my thumb on the key, and it unlocked on its own.

It was quite an impressive mechanism.

The principle behind it was unknown.

The front and back covers were connected by a bent silver plate to prevent the book from opening, yet when I placed my thumb on it, the middle of the silver plate automatically popped open.

I moved my heavy body to the desk and sat down on the built-in chair.

Because I was fat, my flab spilled over the armrests, but that was part of the charm.

In this world without electricity, we used lanterns at night.

I turned up the flame of the lantern on the desk and opened the diary.

The diary was filled with everything about Ellie. Shocked by its contents, I lost track of time as I read and ended up vicariously experiencing Ellie's life from age twelve to fourteen. It even recorded why Ellie locked the diary and why she went into the pond at home during a thunderstorm.