KK's Quickies: Feisty Featherweight to Ravishing Ring Girl (3/4)

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No matter how hard Benny trained, he couldn’t seem to build any muscle, only managing to tighten up his curvy, feminine backside and slender legs and arms. When the night of the big fight arrived, many spectators, who had only seen Benny fight in his prime as a wiry nineteen-year-old, and only seen him recently in the baggy sweaters and track pants he had taken to wearing, were shocked at the boxer’s appearance. With his slim shoulders, narrow waist, and shaggy hair, not to mention the budding curves, there was no denying it: Benny MacDonald looked more like a female boxer than a testosterone-fuelled phenomenon.

To his credit, he did manage to make a fight of it, using his old skills and agility, but it only took one wild haymaker from his opponent to break his nose, cheekbone, and put him out cold. When he woke up, Benny found himself in major trouble. The mobsters who had bet big on him were now out of their minds with anger over losing so much money, and not only that, but someone using the name B. MacDonald had wagered a significant amount on Benny’s opponent. Believing Benny had taken a dive and played them all for fools, the mobsters issued an ultimatum: either they had their money back in three days’ time, or he was a dead man.

Unable to convince them he had lost fair and square, and certainly had not placed a bet against himself, Benny was forced to go to the only person he knew with enough money to help him… Patrick Ross. While Benny’s stock had plummeted, Ross’s had only gone up, and he was now undisputed champion in his weight category and raking in the money from sponsorship deals and fights. Swallowing his pride and showing up on his doorstep was almost as difficult as showing up to his gym wearing a dress and heels, but more tribulations were in store for the hapless Benny.

“Pretty Boy MacDonald?” Ross demanded incredulously upon finding his former rival at his doorstep. “Is that you?”

Benny could hardly blame him for not recognizing him. His face had been beaten up so badly in the match that it was swollen as a puffer-fish and still covered in blood. As he explained his situation and humbly begged for help, Ross only shook his head sadly.

“That’s way more money than I have access to,” he said. “You really screwed yourself over, MacDonald. What the hell happened to your career, anyway? You’re not in any kind of fighting shape, from what I can see.” He reached out and prodded one of Benny’s slender arms, feeling how soft his muscles had become. Once, Benny would have socked him right in the nose, but he could only hang his head in abject misery.

“If they find me, they’re going to make what happened to my face look like a picnic,” Benny said desperately. “Can you at least help me hide from them?”

Ross snapped his fingers. “That’s it!” he exclaimed. “With your face looking like it is now, nobody’s going to recognize you. And what if when it heals up, it looks even more different?”

“You mean plastic surgery?” Benny asked, frowning. “I don’t think a nose job is going to be enough to disguise me, Ross.”

“Not on its own,” Ross grinned smugly. “But combined with a change of gender, I think it should do just fine.”

As much as he hated to admit it, once the initial shock wore off, Benny realized Ross’s idea wasn’t as crazy as it seemed. Nobody who knew Benny MacDonald as a cocky, macho boxer would ever think of him stooping to disguise himself as a woman, and he had been careful to hide his increasingly feminized body from the public at all times. As for the nip and tuck, there was hardly a boxer alive whose face hadn’t undergone some changes thanks to life in the ring, and he figured he could get it reversed once he was safely out of the woods, anyways.

“Alright,” Benny finally agreed. “Just as a temporary measure. I’m sure they’ll stop looking for me before long...”