----“Ahh~ La da dee~ La da doo~” The Happy Mask Salesman hummed to himself as he traveled through the dark, dank Southern Swamp. He shifted his shoulders and hefted his heavy backpack further up his back, looking around as he walked. He’d been this way many times, traveling through the kingdom and elsewhere, adding to his collection of masks wherever he went. Lost in his thoughts and imagination, he barely noticed a shape approaching him quickly, before crashing into him and sending both himself and his bag flying.

“Oof..!” He cried out, pulling himself up and rubbing his head, turning to look at what had hit him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement, catching a glimpse of a Deku Scrub rustling away quickly through the underbrush, although…He quickly rushed over to his bag, checking it frantically. “Tch..!” He frowned. One of his masks was missing! That Scrub must have run off with it when it knocked him down!

“At least it was not the cursed mask this time…” The Salesman sighed with some relief, but then straightened his back. “Never the less, I had better retrieve whatever mask was stolen before some mischief is made.”

He hurriedly gathered up the remaining masks into his bag, then set off after the retreating Deku Scrub. Before too long he reached the great gates of the Deku Palace, just in time to see the Scrub dashing in past the guards. The Salesman tried to catch up, but the guards crossed their spears in front of him.

“No humans! Only Deku allowed entry!” They chirped at him angrily, their leafy moustaches bristling angrily.

“Understood, understood, my good fellows! Pardon me!” The Salesman replied, bowing repeatedly as he quickly retreated round a corner, putting a finger to his chin. He HAD to get that mask back, and he certainly lacked the physical prowess needed to scale the walls and sneak in.

“Hmm… I wonder if…” He muttered to himself, setting his backpack down and rooting around in it, letting out a triumphant cry as he pulled out a mask shaped like a Deku Scrub face, only with heavy-eyelids and prominent eyelashes.

“Oh ho ho, that young fairy boy’s mask isn’t the only one I have~” He grinned to himself, placing the mask over his face. His whole body stiffened as the mask’s power washed over him, his body getting less scrawny, with curvaceous hips swelling out, alongside a large chest pressing tightly against his jacket. His skin became a bark-like texture, deep brown, while his red hair lengthened and changed became leafier. His purple jacket and pants shimmered, transforming into a grassskirt-like bra and a simple brown skirt around his wide hips and thick thighs, the breeze between his legs making him very aware that he was no longer a he.

“Ooof…” She groaned as she regained control of her body, looking down at the magic the mask had made of her. She chuckled to herself. “Hehe~ Well this will make retrieving that mask more than simple~ And maybe I can convince the King to part with some of his rare tribal masks as well, mmhmm~”

She giggled, heading back to the gate, passing through easily without a word past the starstruck guards, secure in the knowledge that no one would ever know of these secret uses of his own masks~

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Majora's Mask is just full of TF content huh? I wanted to make a Deku girl --but with a twist. Rather than Link, that shady old Happy Mask Salesman should be the one to change! He has all these masks after all! So +1 to a guy we don't see TF'd too often when he totally should be. XD

Though, I made it a willing TF/TG for once! Good to have variety now and then, even if I definitely prefer unwilling~ maybe he will end up with a different mask ending up differently than intended...

This story was guest written by my friend and fellow artist (who also does TF work if requested/commissioned) over on dA! I showed her this pic and she made the above short story out of it, as another fun way to mix it up.

(I do not own the Happy Mask Salesman or Deku, those belong to the Zelda series/Nintendo/etc)