“Alright Link, the machine’s all ready!” Purah called. “Just slap that slate on and you’ll be able to use all of my amazing new inventions!”

Link nodded, Purah obviously eager to upload her latest experiments onto his Sheikah Slate. He had dropped past her research lab while he was in Hateno, and she had been proud to announce that she had figured out how to add new functions directly to the slate, and Link was more than happy to see them.

“And… snap!” Purah called as her ancient reactor shed a single drop, splashing onto the screen and transferring the data instantly. Link turned it on, scrolling through his new options as the tiny scientist scampered to his side.

“This one creates extreme heat, and this freezes things, and this one…” Purah babbled excitedly, running through them faster than

“What’s this one?” Link asked, his finger hovering over an icon of a female figure.

“That one? Hang on, that’s not supposed to be there-” Purah started, but Link carelessly pressed it out of curiosity, Purah yelping and hopping away as Link was instantly bathed in blue light. It was a feeling similar to when he was about to be teleported, but although his body was shifting and moving, he didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

“Oh boy, here we go.” Purah mumbled, backing away from his shining figure. “Whatever happens, it’s not my fault! You’re the one who pressed it!”

Link looked down to see his clothes vanish save for his underwear, letting out a strangely girly squeal of embarrassment, instinctively covering his chest. But instead of hard pecs, his biceps pressed against something strangely soft and rapidly pushing outwards, Link’s jaw dropping as he looked down at two perky breasts growing larger by the second! He watched as his arms themselves began to shrink, his muscles turning softer and smoother as he lost much of his muscle mass, leaving him merely toned as his hands became small and delicate. Still covering his chest with one arm out of an unconscious sense of modesty, his touched his spare hand to his tingling butt, which rapidly expanded around his palm, pushing out inches into a distinct bubble butt, impressively large. It looked awkward for a moment before his hips too pushed outwards, expanding just past his shoulders while his waist sunk inwards, and combined with his newfound D-cups, gave him a curvy hourglass figure.

Link’s face began to soften, her nose shrinking and her lips plumping while his eyelashes thickened, his eyebrows becoming thin and delicate until his already slightly girly features turned outright womanly, unmistakably feminine. His hair began to itch, and he pressed one hand to the side of his head only for huge clumps to fall from his fingers, the entire left side of his head’s hair falling out and leaving him with a thinly shaved layer. The other half grew thicker and began to rapidly grow out, falling over the side in a punk-like half-cut that fell down to her noticeably narrower shoulders, her entire body more petite. Although Link couldn’t see it, her soft lips gained a thick, bright blue layer of lipstick, while matching eyeshadow  coated her eyelids and the area around them, while thick mascara made his eyelashes long, dark, and eye-catching.

It was a rather gothic look, but Link didn’t have long to marvel at his hourglass body nor her soft, plump thighs, or even realise that she had lost quite a bit of height before he felt his breasts start to be constricted as the blue light turned solid, coating his body with a tight black bodysuit. He winced at how it compressed his package, only for that painful feeling to quickly fade along with his manhood itself, which seemed to shrink into nothingness, Link reaching out to find only a smooth, feminine fold where it once was. Now made truly a woman, she could only watch as the rest of her new outfit began to form around her. A tight kimono-esque top materialised over her torso with a short skirt, reminding her of Paya’s outfit, and the look of the Sheikah women in general. She felt shoes form around her feet, then her heel be abruptly pushed upwards by a tall high heel, Link stumbling to keep her footing in the awkward footwear. Her outfit complete, the newly christened kunoichi's light finally faded, Purah poking her head out from the table she was hiding behind.

“Well, I guess we know that it works now.” Purah commented, Link’s beautiful new features instantly contorting into a snarl, her lips pouting cutely and undermining her anger.

“Purah, what the hell did you just do to me?” Link said roughly, stomping up to her and nearly falling over from her heels in the process.

“Well, you see, funny story, Link… Linka? I like that, it’s cute, we should brainstorm some new names for you now that you’re a girl. What do you want me to call you?” Purah asked, and Link crossed her arms under her bust, not feeling particularly whimsical about this at all.

“What I want is for you to turn me back!” Link shouted.

“Turning back?” Purah said innocently. “Well, that wasn’t really meant to be for you, so I didn’t plan that far ahead…”

“You’d better have a real good explanation for this, Purah.” Link fumed, Purah taking some mental notes that Link was definitely having a different reaction than she would have expected. She was also a bit chatter than usual. Perhaps the process had some sort of personality change involved? Wouldn’t be surprising, what with the transformation into a girl…



“Well, I was looking into my de-aging experiments and found that I could try uploading a body template to guide the system. Naturally, since it was intended to restore me to adulthood, it suits my tastes.”

“That explains this ridiculous body.” Link grumbled, cupping her breasts. “These are gonna take some getting used to.”

“Hey, it wasn’t meant to be for you!” Purah explained. protested under Link’s glare. “We should consider it a great stride for our understanding of Sheikah technology that it worked on you!”

“And why the outfit?” Link questioned.

“I figured I could throw in an experiment on whether or not you could make clothes using the slate.” Purah shrugged. “Don’t worry, you look really cool now, you’ll make a great ninja! Though you probably don’t have the muscle for swinging around big swords anymore. We’ll have to find you a dagger and get you used to sneaking around!”

“If I’m supposed to be a ninja, then why am I wearing these ridiculous heels? They’re not stealthy at all!” Link complained, still barely able to keep her balance.

“That’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make for style!” Purah declared. The newborn ninja put her head in her hands, hoping she could come up with a solution for this before Zelda saw her…