Link offers her his tunic

As soon as she said, Link covered his eyes, but was as aware that he was a blink away from seeing a naked woman again as she was that she was nowhere near decent. She tried to figure out a way out of this mess, but with herself naked and on her knees in front of Link, her mind was too overwhelmed by her utterly submissive position, so it was Link who first came up with something.

He took off his tunic.

Well, I like where this is going, Midna thought, but she silenced that train of thought. She had seen him in just his breaches before when the mayor was teaching him how to wrestle, and while she had enjoyed the view as an imp in his shadow, as a naked woman in front of him the situation had far more oomph to it.

He covered his eyes with one hand just in case his will broke and he opened them, and with his other hand he offered her his tunic. For a moment, though, instead of taking it, her mind went blank and she just stared. The tunic went down to his thighs, and with out it, Midna could see exactly what effect she was having on him by the bulge in his tight breeches. She had a sudden urge to push the tunic away, pull his pants down to his ankles, and make sweet, passionate love to him until neither of them had anything left to be shy about.

But she silenced that train of thought too, and took his offered clothes. "Right," she said, trying to regain control of the situation. "Um, don't look until I say you can."

He complied (as far as she could tell), and Midna set the tunic on the grass in front of her to examine it. It would probably work through the chest region without too much discomfort, assuming her naturally slender build made up for her breasts. The really issue, though was the hemline. Midna had fantastic legs, and Link was a bit on the short side. It wouldn't be a problem if she had something to wear underneath it (though she doubted that Link would take off his pants for her too), but as things were, she'd have to be really careful bending over, sitting down, and … and pretty much doing anything.

She realized that she was sitting there naked in the open instead of getting dressed, and she grabbed the tunic. But as soon as she tried to pull it over her head, her arm went numb and she dropped it. Odd. She tried again, but this time she could barely hold it without losing control. It was like a jolt of electricity ran through her without the pain, only the numbing limpness.

"No, no, no!" she whimpered.

Link abruptly turned around and faced away from her, and Midna had a sinking suspicion that he peeked to see if she was done and found out that she wasn't. Though maybe he just decided to adjust the tent in his trousers without facing her direction.

Midna **** herself to focus on the matter at hand. She could touch the clothes, pick them up, and even carry them, but as soon as she tried to wear them, something happened to her body. Some residual effect of the curse? It had to be, but the Master Sword should have repelled Zant's evil magic, right?

But what if the spell wasn't evil? Midna being transformed into a little imp creature was evil, and Link being trapped in his wolf form even in the World of Light was evil, but Midna being unable to get dressed? Well, that seemed pretty evil to her, but if it had happened to anyone else, she would have called it silly. Mischievous. Childish.

Exactly the sort of thing Zant would come up with before he went mad with power, and something so insignificant the Sword of Evil's Bane wouldn't even notice it. She could imagine Zant cursing her with his new, godlike power and then slapping on a curse of his own just for giggles. When they found him, she was going to rip his face apart, but right now she had a more immediate problem.

"Um, Link?" she **** herself to say. "This isn't working."