Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br/>Willpower: 8.<br/>Corruption:  0%<br/>Favor Points: None.<br/><br/>"What -- no, no, I didn't mean -- stop it!" Zelda whimpered, taking a step back and almost falling over as her body changed. Her skin turned paler, her purple sweater shrank and turned into an extremely skimpy bikini top, just barely covering her expanding breasts... ("Nooo... feels weird...!")... and her long flowing skirt shifted and shrank into the flimsiest of loincloths... ("Noooo.... nnngh... Please, I didn't mean...!") and her headscarf changed shape and material in order to become a golden tiara as her hair darkened slightly and her face changed and her ears grew.... ("Oh...")<br/><br/>And there she stood, the splitting image of Princess Zelda from the Nintendo games -- but not cartoonish or pixellated. And wearing an outfit that the American censors would never have approved in a kids' game. Especially since the loincloth was just hanging in front of her naked crotch like a very short curtain, not covering much at all, and the slightest movement made it swing slightly to give tantalizing hints of the dark blonde curls between her legs.<br/><br/>She gasped, swayed and looked like she was about to faint... the sensations of the change hadn't hurt, but they had felt weird, and she felt dizzy, as if something had changed inside her head as well. For a long moment she stood there... then she let out a small sigh and fell backwards onto the couch. "Okay.... Okay..." she said, her voice meeker than it had been. "I'm... sorry. I'll be good."