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Link awoke early the next morning as the first streaks of sunlight began to shine over the horizon and into his window. He stretched his arms towards the ceiling before at last opening his eyes, completing his return to the conscious world. As his hands moved involuntarily to the bed to move aside the blankets, he felt something on his chest. Two things, in fact. They felt firm and were just large enough to fill his hands.
As Link curiously felt them, he noticed a sensation from both his hands and his chest area indicating that he was touching... his own body. Puzzled, Link looked down and nearly screamed at what he discovered. He was looking at... his own breasts!
Thinking it was some sort of extremely vivid nightmare, Link pinched himself. "Ouch!" he screeched, as the little wound on his arm began to smart. This was indeed not a dream.
Link hopped out of bed and went to the mirror, where he was greeted with an unpleasant surprise. For it was not his reflection that stared back at him, but that of a young woman. That of... Princess Zelda.
His brown hair now hung in soft waves down to his waist. His lanky body was replaced with feminine curves, including a fair-sized bosom, a tiny waist, and full hips, emphasized by an ankle-length lawn nightgown with thin straps and delicate embroidery. Even the brown eyes that once greeted him were replaced with a sparkling aquamarine.
Link heard the door click open and whirled around in surprise.
"Princess, what in the name of Hyrule are you doing here!" Impa managed to scold while still showing her respect.
"You... I... I'm not the princess," Link stuttered, still in shock.
Impa raised a questioning eyebrow. "Forgive me, Your Majesty, but why deny your identity? You are the heiress to the Hylian throne, and that is as sure as the Sun is now rising in the east."
"No, you don't understand. It's me, Link. Really. I went to bed planning to leave this morning, and I woke up like... like this," Link explained, suddenly realizing that he was speaking in Zelda's voice.
"Then prove it," Impa said, hands on her hips in annoyance.
Instinctively, Link grabbed his sword from its place at his bedside, unsheathed it, and began to perform maneuvers taught only to the bravest of Hylian warriors. Impa looked on in shock as she realized that it really was Link in his bedroom, but in Zelda's body.
"Oh, Link, please forgive me for doubting you. It's just... the body... and the voice..."
"Do not worry, Impa. Your mistaking me for the princess is perfectly understandable."
"Thank you, Link. But if you're in Zelda's body, then-"
Impa was interrupted by a blood-curdling scream that echoed throughout the castle, seeming to rattle it at its very foundation. Immediately she activated a sliding panel in the room's wall, revealing a doorway. She and Link entered into a secret passage and took it to the Monarch Wing. Just as they were about to knock on the door to Zelda's bedroom, she threw it open and dashed out, running into them and causing the three of them to topple over into a heap on the floor.
"What is the meaning of this!" she shouted, in Link's voice. "How did I end up in the body of that... that ingrate!"
"Because I'm in your body," Link whispered dejectedly as he stood up, bothered by Zelda's attitude.
"Oh, uh, that makes sense," Zelda said, swallowing hard in embarrassment as she looked up at her own body, now possessed by Link.
"You know, Princess, you're not the only one around here that's confused," Link said softly, as he reached out Zelda's hand to help himself off the floor, then proceeded to assist Impa as well, as she had been trapped under his body.
"I just do not understand," Impa said, brushing off her clothing. "How could this have happened? My family has spells that allow people to switch bodies, but they have not been used for years. Only those that practice the dark arts still make use of the spells."
Link and Zelda looked at one another from each other's bodies, then at Impa. "Ganon," all three said in unison.
"I thought he was a pile of ashes!" Zelda sighed, looking into her deep blue eyes that now belonged to Link, at least for the time being.
"Yes, but he has spies capable of disguising themselves as townspeople. One of them could have morphed into one of your subjects, gotten through the castle gates, and morphed into an ache to hide in a tree until he or she saw the perfect opportunity to grant the spell on Ganon's behalf. But knowing Ganon, if he made us switch bodies, it was to entertain his spirit until he can eliminate us. More than likely, though, he sent a spy to glean information, and the spy became irritated by his or her poor treatment and enacted the spell out of revenge."
"Well, regardless of how it happened, we have to find a way to reverse it," Zelda said, trying to make Link's voice sound authoritative.
Link rolled Zelda's eyes. "Any more flashes of brilliance, Your Highness? Or shall I continue to anticipate your overstatement of the obvious?"
Zelda became infuriated at this comment and found herself clenching Link's fists. "Listen, Peasant Boy, just because you're in my body doesn't mean you can talk to me like that. In case you forgot, I am still in command here. You may be able to fool others into believing you're truly me, but I know the truth. Either you can help me find a solution, or you can continue your behavior and force me to make you look foolish. Because I know I can be much more convincing as you then you can as me."
Link, too, became angered. "Well, Princess, you may think you know me, but you do not. Maybe this spell was placed on us to teach us a lesson. I cannot speak for you, but I can say with utmost certainty that I will be working to not only reverse it, but to figure out why it happened at all. And I will also try to learn from this experience, because I actually do care about why you are the way you are."
"What's that supposed to mean!" Zelda grumbled, folding Link's arms. But her question fell on deaf ears, as Link stalked off in a huff in her body, nearly stomping her dainty feet on the rich velvet carpeting.
"He'll never learn," she mumbled, audible only to herself and Impa.
"I believe he will learn, but it is you that concerns me," the elderly woman murmured under her breath.
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