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[You know what's not a good idea? Walking back to your room, a happy sixteen year old boy just as it strikes noon. Link is doing just that when suddenly, he's not 4'11" anymore-- in fact, he's 3'1" and his clothes are like sacks. He trips immediately and shrieks, boots and leggings falling straight off as he flumps to the floor.
Except something is off. He knows his voice is high, but it definitely doesn't sound like that, and since when does falling on his chest hurt? He sits up on his knees, frantically trying to hold onto his sword gloves and hike up his sleeves at the same time-- much to his terror, his underwear isn't staying on and oh god this is the worst moment of his life.
Mortified and almost hysterical in the middle of a hallway is one thing, but as he shifts to stand he realizes something is definitely missing. His hips feel funny and-- and oh my god no. He-- 'she', absolutely screams in horror, probably loud enough to startle anyone nearby out of their rooms.
This entire mess is why there is a tiny blonde sprinting down the hall towards his in a sack of a tunic and a huge armfull of clothes, nearly in tears. Link hates his life.]
Except something is off. He knows his voice is high, but it definitely doesn't sound like that, and since when does falling on his chest hurt? He sits up on his knees, frantically trying to hold onto his sword gloves and hike up his sleeves at the same time-- much to his terror, his underwear isn't staying on and oh god this is the worst moment of his life.
Mortified and almost hysterical in the middle of a hallway is one thing, but as he shifts to stand he realizes something is definitely missing. His hips feel funny and-- and oh my god no. He-- 'she', absolutely screams in horror, probably loud enough to startle anyone nearby out of their rooms.
This entire mess is why there is a tiny blonde sprinting down the hall towards his in a sack of a tunic and a huge armfull of clothes, nearly in tears. Link hates his life.]