What's with the dress?

Cremia was taken aback by that question. "My dress?" she asked as she looked down and almost fainted. She was standing in quite possibly the most exquisite dress she had ever seen. "This... this isn't mine" she thought worriedly as she looked at the white dress with blue stripes at the end of her sleeves which stopped below her elbows, and at the rim of her skirt. Covering it however was an apron of sorts, albeit a very beautiful pink apron with golden signs and marks she had never seen before, one being a triangle composed of three triangles and a triangular gap between them. The apron ended sufficiently early so that her massive breasts were clearly visible. The apron however was being held by a red belt with a golden belt buckle to keep her already picturesque waist as toned as they could, but even then she felt like something was wrong, she was even tighter than the belt should be making her.
Then there were the shoulder pads and other accessories to boot. Golden engraved shoulder pads, a copper brooch and a pearl necklace around her exposed upper chest area down to her cleavage line made her almost faint in surprise. Then there were her toeless boots which she could feel running well up to her calves, her red toenails staring at her whenever she stared down, trying to believe what she was looking at.

"What is going on?" she thought internally as she looked at everyone staring back at her. "This... oh this dress... I... I don't know" she admitted as she looked at the milk jars in her hands. "Just what kind of prank is the skull kid playing here?" she wondered as she had to admit the dress was stunning. But she should have known better than to let him have his fun as sincere as he had seemed. Stepping off the stage she was hurrying over to the bar as the bar owner looked at her.

"Well... you appeared out of nowhere Mrs Cremia, but your dress looks lovely" he stated as Cremia nodded, conscious of everyone staring at her breasts which even by her own admission were looking too good. Her tits were large and quite symmetrical she had to admit, but something didn't feel right about how perky they were seeming, but she couldn't put her mind on it. "I take it I'll be getting my payment as promised?" she stated as she handed over the jugs and was given her contractual amount in return.

"Are you on a date tonight or something Mrs Cremia?" she was asked by someone as she blushed. "No. I'm not!" she stated as she felt a hand on her ass and turned, just about ready to punch whoever had done it, but it was Madame Aroma, Kafeis mother. "My goodness, that skirt really does your rump credit Cremia" she joked as Cremia wanted to slap her, but she was her friends mother despite being a bit of a bitch when she drunk a little too heavily. "Where'd you get it, it certainly beats that dullard Anju's dress for the wedding" she stated, Cremia knowing for a fact that Madame Aroma didn't really care about her friend Anju and her childs marriage just sighed. "I really don't know Mrs Aroma" she stated honestly as she just wanted to get home. This prank of the skullkids was tiring, and there was enough things going on that she had better things to do.

That was when however loud knocking occured on the door of the milk bar and as someone opened the little peephole, some argumentative squabbling occured, but then it stopped as the door opened and some soldiers marched in and everyone froze. Cremia could see some illegal substances like goron powder, used to sharpen weapons but also a banned narcotic when mixed with magic potions go under the tables as well as some individuals trying to slink into corners.

But murmuring started up as people realised these were not the clocktown guards. No, they were wearing armour that looked similar to the soldiers of clock town, but there were distinct engravings on them, one of which Cremia thought looked oddly familiar. Behind them followed two clock town guards as they looked around the room. "Nobody move!" they ordered as they walked down the stairs and the owner went to meet them. "Halt!" they ordered as the owner kept walking. "I'm the owner of this establisment, if you have business here i have the right to know!" he stated as they held out their swords.

"If you are the owner, then you had best hope that you have nothing to do with the reason we are here" the soldier stated as the owner backed off. "You might as well come forward thief. You are caught!" one of the two weird soldiers stated with anger as everyone in the bar looked around at each other. "This is your last chance to step forward and avoid a scene. Non-compliance will be punished!" they stated as Cremia looked at them with curiousity. "What is going on?" she wondered as she watched the soldiers look around the bar. "Alright, you had your chance" they stated as they started moving around the bar as everyone watched them scouring through the occupants. The bar was semi-crowded, and she lost sight of them, until suddenly she felt two hands grab her arms and hold them behind her back as she squirmed and screamed in shock. "Let go of me!" she stated as she suddenly found all of the soldiers around her.

"Well... well... did you think you could make a break for it?" one of them asked as she felt herself being dragged to the stage and placed in the spotlight as her heart was racing and terror was in her. "What are you doing?" she demanded as they looked at her. Her heart was beating super fast and she could feel herself starting to sweatin anxiety. "We have a few questions for you Mrs Cremia is it?" one of them asked as she stared at the clock town guard. "I haven't done anything! What is this?!" she protested as they looked at her. "Mrs Cremia, do you know of the kingdom of Hyrule?" one of them asked her as she looked at them in confusion. "No, I haven't!" she stated as they frowned. Already she could see the crowd in the bar were edging closer to the stage to try and figure out what was going on.

"You know, its a small kingdom, about seven or so days of travel away" one of them stated as she looked at them. "It must be really small and insignificant if i have never heard of it" she confessed as they weren't impressed. "Well, in that country there is a Princess who is about sixteen years old, Princess Zelda, have you heard of her?" they asked as Cremia shook her head. "No. I haven't" she stated as they smirked. "She's quite famous, some coup to overthrow her lead by a rebel called Ganondorf failed a year or two ago. But her father is getting older and is about to pass his crown onto her" they stated as Cremia was staring at them with her eyes furious. "Again, I don't pay attention to the activities of other countries, I'm a ranch owner" she stated as they looked at her with fury. "You aren't doing yourself any favours here kid" one of them stated as Cremia frowned. "I'm nineteen" she stated as they looked at her. "You look younger, and you are about as tall as a sixteen year old" they stated rudely.

"Well, it just so happens that your body type is very similar to our princesses, minus the fact your breasts significantly dwarf hers" they stated as Cremia looked at them in rage. "Don't you dare say that to my face again!" she accidentally spurted as they looked at her. "You are in no position to complain, and you'd best let us continue our questioning uninterrupted" they stated as Cremia frowned, but stayed quiet even though she was brimming with indignation.

"As we were saying, the princess other than her breasts has a body type very much aligned with yours, and a certain custom made dress was going to bring out the best of her for her anointing" one of them continued. "However one week ago a thief broke into the royal palace and managed to steal that dress" they explained as Cremia felt her heart sink. "This isn't my dress! I got it from someone else!" she immediately proclaimed as they looked at her.

"Mrs Cremia, do you think that excuse is going to work?" one of them asked her as she looked at them. "No! I swear I got it from a friend who can do magic. He probably stole it!" she stated as they looked at her. "Who was it?" they stated as she froze. "No. I can't say that! If I tattle on him then Romani will hate me, she can't see the skull kid like that" she realised. "I... i don't know his real name. He came to my house and offered me the dress in exchange for some of my milk" she offered as they looked at her. "Mrs Cremia, you're in trouble already, we don't think you were the one who stole the dress, but we need a name or we'll have to charge you with this theft" they stated as she looked at them in desparation.

"It was magic!" she stated suddenly as they looked at her. "Magic?" they asked as she nodded. "I was teleported here just a moment ago, just ask anyone. Maybe the thief put these clothes on me in that teleportation" she stated as they almost laughed. "Why would they do that Mrs Cremia?" they asked as she sighed. "I don't know, but all I know is I'm innocent" she stated as they shook her head.

"No Mrs Cremia, you certainly don't look it" they stated as she could feel a tear in her eye. "Please believe me. This is just a prank by someone to throw you off their scent, I have a little sister who needs my care, I wouldn't do something like this. Everyone knows I wouldn't!" she stated as they looked at her. "Mrs Cremia, your best hope of getting out of this is to just be compliant and get this done with by our books. If you claim ignorance then the best thing to do would be to listen to us and follow procedure" they stated as she nodded.

"Alright, then what do I need to do?" she asked as they looked at her. "We need you to hand over your outfit first" they stated as she stared at them. "I'm sorry what?" she asked as they looked at her. "You heard us the first time!" they stated as Cremia just stopped dead for a moment.