She breaks the curse!

Link's paws tread on sacred ground as he approached the sword. The Master Sword, the Sword of Evil's Bane, this weapon had many names and its legend was older than Hyrule, nearly as old as the Triforce. As he moved closer, the sword began to shine in its pedestal, blinding him, pushing him back.

No, it wasn't pushing him back, it was repelling the curse that Zant had placed on him.

And as Midna rode on his back, clutching to his fur, she felt the same purifying light blast through her. She, too, had been cursed by Zant, and for much longer than Link had, as as they got closer to the sacred blade, she felt that curse purged from her.

Her arms grew longer, allowing her to reach around Link's neck for a better grip, and her legs grew long and supple, brushing against the ground beneath them. Her face lost its impish roundness and grew more angular, and her body, her body regained what she had lost. She felt full breasts form from her chest, her waist tighten, and she found herself restored to her true form, that of a beautiful Twili woman.

Her heart burst with joy as she hugged Link, likewise restored, from behind, lying on top of him. "It worked!" she said in delight. "The curse is lifted! On both of use!"

He got up from beneath her, turned around, and beheld Midna in her true and glorious form. For a moment, he just stared. To say he was dumbstruck was an understatement, as he looked at her, wide eyed and mouth agape. Midna was about to make some crack about how her beauty had stolen his words from him (not that Link had ever been verbose at the best of times), when she realized exactly what she was showing him.

She was showing him her body. All her body. She hadn't been wearing clothes as an imp any more than Link had worn clothes as a wolf, but now that she was back in her full-breasted, wide-hipped, long-legged form, her nudity was much more apparent.

She felt a surge of emotions as she realized what had happened. Part of her was pleased and flattered at the effect her body was having on the usually stoic Link, but most of her was embarrassed beyond words. When they had first met, Midna had thought that Link might make a useful minion, but over time they had developed a sort of friendship … and maybe something more that Midna, in her cursed form, couldn't speak of in words. Somehow, Link had become both the first person she would have wanted to see her in her true form, and the last one she wanted to see her naked.

Midna fell to her knees, clutched at her exposed, restored body, and looked down in shame. Her fiery orange hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, offering her a slight hint of cover. "S-stop staring!