Link takes the job.

Well, like, it wasn't like she had anything better to do, right? Twirling a finger in her hair, Link nodded. "Yeah, like, I think that sounds cool. Could you take me there? It's a little scary at night, y'know?" To her great satisfaction, he did indeed take her to the club, where the owner was very much impressed by her. He asked Link to dance on the stage for a bit, and despite Link having no experience dancing at all, she found herself doing perfectly! It made her so happy how everyone stared at her so intently as she danced, and when she was done he offered her a bunch of money and a job there. Fifty ruppees was a lot, right? Then he told her that she would need a new name, for her on-stage purse-oan-uh...whatever. Barely thinking, Link replied that Heroine would work fine, since she used to be a hero, y'know.

In the months of working that followed, Heroine became a regular fixture of the town, even if some of the residents didn't like that very much, she knew a lot of guys, and a few girls, who definitely did. Every once and a while she thought about her old life, the whole stopping Ganondorf thing, and wondered if maybe she should try turning back to normal. But that always seemed like something she could do later, another day. Right then and there, she was enjoying dancing on the stage, talking with all the really funny guys at the club, and moving from boyfriend to boyfriend, enjoying her new body the fullest.

It was a full year after changing into Heroine, and she woke up that morning next to her boyfriend, Darrel. He was still asleep, and Heroine rested her head against his strong, broad chest, something that always comforted her. Maybe today she should quit work, she wondered. Then she could lift this spell, somehow, and get to fightin' evil and junk. Then Darrel's eyes opened, blearily, and she looked down to see his cock was tenting her bedsheets, and shrugged. She could always do that tomorrow, or whatever.

THE END

...or is it?