Well, her father was a boxer too

“Come on honey, you need to get out more,” Pacifica’s father, David, pleaded with his goth daughter from the doorway of the bathroom as she applied her eyeliner in the mirror. “Physical activity is good for young hearts. Like me, I started boxing when I was a few years younger than you are now.”

“Whatever, dad,” Pacifica rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to do boxing.”

“It doesn’t need to be boxing!” her father clarified. “It could be soccer, or netball. Just something to get your arms and legs moving.”

Pacifica groaned, her jet black bangs bobbing as she finished with her makeup and stood up straight, her huge chest sticking out prominently from her torso.

“How would boxing even work?” she asked in a bored voice, choosing to ignore her dad’s points and stick with the topic that was easiest for her to argue her way out of. “I, like, don’t even have anyone to box.”

“You could box me!” her father jumped at the chance to answer, thinking Pacifica might have been showing genuine interest in the idea. “I could teach you the basics, and then we could have a spar or two. We wouldn’t need to go all-out or anything, it’s just about getting your body moving more.”

Pacifica paused. This was not what she wanted, and her dad was sounding dangerously close to landing on one of his “great plans”. It would be impossible to change his mind after that. But, before she could think of a way to stop him…

“Got it!” David said, proudly. Oh no, Pacifica thought. “I’ll show you the basics when you get back from school today. Then you can spend the rest of the week getting into shape, and on Friday we can box each other. If you don’t like it, you won’t have to do it again.”

“I won’t like it.”

“You can’t know that until you try! As your father, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.”

“Oh my god, whatever.” Pacifica groaned. “Can you just hurry up and drive me to school now?”

She didn’t like the idea. She just wanted to do her own thing after school each day, like she had been doing. But even though she didn’t like to make it obvious, she loved her dad, and she saw he was excited about the idea. He’d always taken good care of her on his own since mom left, and she didn’t want to kill his excitement. So, if it was just one week, then whatever. She’d just need to find a way to do the minimum amount of work possible.

When she got home from school that night, her dad had a gift ready for her. A pair of black boxing gloves he’d bought in her size on his way home from work. Pacifica had to admit, she actually thought they were so cute. That night the two spent two hours or so with daddy teaching his little girl the basics so that she could get a feel for the techniques. After that, it was all about the big tiddy goth finding herself a shortcut for training until the match came.

She started bringing them to school with her every day, so it would look like she was out practicing when she got home late. Of course, when she boxed her dad on Friday he would notice if she hadn’t done any preparation - but half an hour of online research saved her countless hours of boring nightly exercise and training.

Apparently, loading gloves was something some boxers did before a match. To cheat. It made their punches heavier, stronger. It seemed simple enough, and it gave Pacifica an excuse to customise those cute black boxing gloves her father had bought her and really make them her own unique pair.

With some effort over a few nights while listening to her podcasts, Pacifica added something to her gloves to make the fight easier, so she could skip training. A small incision along the seam of the glove, removing some of the padded stuffing, and some heavy weights added in carefully to not make any noticeable change to the original shape. Then some careful stitching to close the opening she’d made. Now she could box her dad, do alright for a beginner, and tell him she didn’t want to continue. Easy. Right?

Friday came quickly, and before she knew it, Pacifica was wearing her shiny black leather boxing gloves, loaded to the brim, standing across from her energetic boxing father in the middle of their living room. She rolled her eyes and groaned as he got ready to start the match, ready for it to be over already. When she’d customized these gloves, she hadn’t expected them to be so heavy on her arms. And she certainly hadn’t expected what would come next, and the rippling effect it would have on her life. She never even considered the possibility that a pair of loaded gloves might be juuustt the thing she needed… to knock her father out cold. And the busty goth’s rampage wouldn’t stop there. It wouldn’t stop until every man was kneeling at the rebellious teen’s feet.

Her father nodded as he finished the final preparations. The match was ready to start. The rest of Pacifica’s life was about to begin with one fateful smacking of the snooze button. This was the turning point, and there was no going back once she’d felt what she was about to feel.

Well, here goes…