Queen me!

Bowsette’s blue eyes burned with fury as she looked at her advisor, she had just started to play with her new toy and Kamek came to ruin it. “It can wait.” She spoke through her exposed white teeth, daring the little man to naysay her.

Sitting in the bed, Link watched and listened to the conversation while pulling the bed sheets more up to cover himself. He had missed the beginning of their conversation as his mind tried to bring his breathing and lower regions under control. What he did pickup on was the little wizard had motioned in his direction and the transformed Bowser looked angry. ‘She looks incredible when she is…’ Link shook his head, clamping his legs together to try and dislodge the thought. “What is going on?”

Turning around to look at her conquest Bowsette flipped her hair as she took the first few steps back into her bedroom. “Nothing you need to think about my pet.”

The Queen of the Koopa’s didn’t get any further into the room before she heard her persistent minion and friend clear their throats from behind. Making eye contact with Link she took in a deep breath to try and calm herself so she didn’t strangle Kamek’s neck. “You have more to say?” She asked, turning back around.

“Yes, but its only…” Kamek could feel his leader bearing down on him, even as they stood a good five feet away, their very presence pressing down on him. “It can’t actually wait.”

Jaw clenched, Bowsette flexed her long black nailed fingers before turning around in place once more. “New plan, get out of bed. We have something to fix.”

It took Link a moment to catch up, his eyes darting between the two. “Oh no!” Link crossed his forearms in front of him in an X. “I’m not doing that!” He had finally been rid of Princess Peach and the profile's intrusive thoughts.

Rolling her eyes, Bowsette finished stalking towards her bed and reached to grab the smaller man by the neck, but found only air and he shifted to avoid the grapple. “Stop making this difficult.”

“Stop…” Link started, never being the quickest with a quip. “Being a villain.”

Raising one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows up, Bowsette appraised him. “I am no villain.” She said before lurching forward, not to grab the elfen man, but to pull up the sheets and blankets around him, pulling them off the bed and up around him at the same time in a makeshift sack. “I am a ruler of a nation that started from the outcasts of others. Take my goombas. They were once part of the Mushroom Kingdom, but were often thought of as less than, even evil. With me they are treated equal to the koopas.”

As she talked the man in her makeshift back struggled to get out, anything they were trying to say muffled by the fabric. Letting gravity take hold she let his imprisoned body fall to the hard floor before picking him back up. “Stop your struggles, we have places to be.” Bowsette laughed at his attempt to get out, she was much too proficient at **** for him to get away.

Bent in an awkward way, feet up, his back bent so that he was in something close to a U shape, Link was far from comfortable. It was better than the ropes and the gag, but at least then he could see around him instead of now trapped in a fabric prison, unable to even see his hand in front of his face. If he had any of his equipment this would be easy to free himself from, but for the next minute he was stuck, being jostled as they moved listening to the click clack of the woman’s shoes and her going on about not being evil.

Before Link knew what was going on he found himself air born, his stomach lurching before he came back crashing to the hard floor, the sheets and blankets mostly falling away. Touching his hand to the side of his head, Link winced as he took in where he was. A familiar room he had been in, now looking a bit worse from wear and tear. Turning around, ignoring most of the scorched surfaces of the room he saw the floating pink light and gulped. “Hey, hey.” Link shook head, looking back at the darkly dressed Queen and her wizard. “How about instead of… you know.” He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. “I just you know, go back to my land.”

Even as Link said that he knew he couldn’t just leave things as they were. No matter what Bowser… Bowsette said about not being a villain they had openly discussed using Peach’s profile for their own nefarious schemes right in front of him. The profile wasn’t calling to him, they didn’t belong together, but he was still missing a profile and seeing it only made that hollow feeling inside of him more prevalent.

“Afraid not.” Kamek said in his high raspy voice. Magic symbols floated out from his wand, moving in front of and into his thick spectacles. “What you were when you arrived is clear to me now, I can see it. I can see you and possibility of what can come. As you are you do not have the power to leave, no other land will accept you with out a profile. You… Link are stuck here, but yet here you do not belong. With out a profile you cannot go, but if you stay you will be gone.”

“What?” Link asked confused.

Glowering at the naked man who was holding a sheet up to protect his modesty, a wasted effort far as Kamek was considered. “When the next reset comes, you will be gone. Your only hope of leaving is taking back what you had when you came here and if you don’t you have no future while our own will be altered for the worse. Do the right thing… hero.”

Frowning Link looked back to the profile, he had already made his choice before the wizard’s speech. He didn’t fully trust him with his doom and gloom predictions, but he still couldn’t leave it in their hands. With more than a little apprehension he stepped closer to it, reaching his hand into the light. Link expected for a sudden shift to happen like when he touched the other powerups in this place, but he couldn’t even so much as feel any warmth coming from it. “How do I do this?”

No sooner had those words left Link’s mouth when the pink light shifted its position from in front of him to on him. While he could feel no warmth from the light when he touched it, he could feel it rushing inside of him, filling up like he had eaten a handful of spicy fresh picked peppers. The heat itself only lasted a second and when it relented he once more found himself standing taller, perched once more in four inch pink pumps and all the other things Princess Peach normally wore. The hollowness inside of him was gone, even if what was there didn’t quite fit and along with it knowledge of this land.

Pressing his pink lipstick covered lips together, Link shifted in place. Before he had been dragged off to that bedroom… A light blush came to Link’ face as he thought about how he had been touched and how good it had felt. Before when Bowser had grown to an enormous size, he had the Princess Crown powerful and along with it some of his old power. His thoughts had shifted naturally to thinking of themself as a female, things just fit. Unlike now where he was himself… sort of but dressed as someone else of another gender. He was uncomfortable in his own skin. Just like he had been when this first happened, only now he had something else to compare it to, making it worse. “I’m going to go.”

Bowsette waved her hand in the fake Peach’s direction, in a dismissive fashion, the passion she had felt having cooled.

While Kamek tapped his wand to the ground, colorful shapes floated out of it like they were soap bubbles. “I cannot send you home.” He squinted through his glasses, the magic he recently cast in them helping him see the truth of what was before him. With the profile merged once more with the imposter the rules of the land held firm and it was difficult for him to not see them as who they really were. “There is no gateway from here to there, but I can see you already have a pass to Brawl and that I can use.” With a cackle and a twirl of his wand like he was a majorette with their baton he ended his little colorful show by pointing it directly at the dress wearing young man. A red circle came from the wand, then a triangle that speared right through Link and then back out.

Link gasped, looking down at his midsection, expecting to see a wound, but he hadn’t felt so much as a pinch as the little koopa flung his wand behind him, that same circle growing in size and becoming more solid as a red wood, metal reinforced door took shape. Something in Link told him that door would lead him to the Land of Brawl.

Pulling up the hem of the dress, Link stepped over a more soot covered part of the floor to avoid dragging his dress through it. He walked easily in heels like he had been practicing all his life, not to be confused with being mentally comfortable with that fact or the idea he thought of what he was wearing as his own. As he walked past the rules of the koopa’s he couldn’t help glancing at her, specifically to her crown. The very crown that had transformed Link in a way he didn’t care for, but also let him touch a piece of himself… and his equipment that he wanted enough that it felt like a need.

As he was, Link felt weak, delicate. He knew Princess Peach was capable, at least she was in Brawl, as she had more than proven her combat prowess. Link felt defeated and would have held his head low if it wasn’t for the poise training that the profile within him passed on. ‘No, I can’t…’ Link thought, glancing around the room for the shield and sword that had fallen from his grasp when he had that crown on. They were nowhere to be seen, him positive they had vanished to wherever they had come from.

Only a few feet past Bowsette the dress wearing man spun around on the ball of his feet like a practiced ballerina to snatch the crown and put it on his own head. The princess Crown came down right atop the existing crown that Peach normally wore and in an instant his perspective changed. Taking in a deep breath Link felt his body expand, growing just a little taller from five foot nine to five foot ten with most of grown happening in his… her legs. It wasn’t just a little growth and a bit more strength that changed, but their anatomy, much like it had the last time Link put on the crown. Link’s stomach pulled in, their hips widened, his male appendage pulled into his body and large D cup breasts grew. It wasn’t painful, but it felt like it should be.

While everything happened in microseconds, it felt like the time was much longer for link. After their body changed it was then time for the clothing. Gone was the pink and white dress, the long white opera gloves, even the underwear changed. A black lace thong panty settled into place, followed by a matching shelf bra. The dress that covered her body was black with pink lacy frills, the bodice hanging low to show off her cleavage. The skirt of the dress didn’t just have a slit it in, the dress was designed to be mostly three quarters wrap, leaving one leg exposed. Next came black lace gloves formed around her arms. The earrings stayed the same, while a black choker with a blue broach took form around her neck as Link’s pink heels changed ever so slightly as the heel on the four inch pointed toe stilettos grew an inch, forcing Link’s feet to be at more of an angle. The final change was a fan in her hand that had a black metal frame that felt heavy, with black and pink silk for the leaf.

Standing there, Link pushed out one leg slightly, opening the fan and waving it slightly fluttering her lashes. Link was gone and in his place was Queen Lin Toadstood.