"Any ideas on how to hide the Slate itself?" he asked the Sword while he flipped through his inventory, deciding what would look good with his outfit.
It would make it difficult to get to all of its intuitive functions, but hanging it with the Sheikah Eye against your hip would disguise its origins, she said. The screen remains dark when the device is set to idle.
"Good enough," he said, deciding that for the sake of appearances, having his bow and quiver on top of a sword and shield would be too bulky. There was going to be a bit of a fine line between playing up a feminine appearance and showing off how not feminine his hips and complete lack of bust were, and he was going to just have to pray he'd get it right the first time, because he probably wouldn't have a second or third time. But loading himself down as a one-woman army was going too far away from what seemed to be the accepted view of feminine. He'd take a cue from the Gerudo, as the really gross men out there still seemed to find them 'womanly enough,' whatever 'enough' meant these days. They seemed fine without a bow and quiver.
So those went into the Slate's inventory, and after a bit more flipping through pages of stuff- boy, he carried around a lot of stuff -he discovered that he had Gerudo weapons, which would compliment the outfit nicely. The Gerudo were far from dainty women, but there was still a sort of feminine class to their weapons that made anything made by the other races look androgynous at best. If he was going to play up feminine wiles that he wasn't sure he actually had, may as well go for broke.
Zelda was going to give him hell over this. Too bad. It was his good deed for the next century, as far as he was concerned. Playing up the part of a flirty woman with little shame didn't bother him; he had to pretend to be a woman just to get into town, he was going to have fun with it. But going overboard with it entirely to keep a creepy pervert focusing his perversions on him? Women everywhere owed him big for this.
After the scimitar and the shield were strapped comfortably on his lower back, with one last check that his clothes were all in place, he reluctantly put the Sword into the Slate's inventory, pulled up the Slate's map, and clicked 'travel' on the Kay Noh shrine's travel gate.
The shrine sat atop a bit of a cliff overlooking the stable, and normally Link would just pop the paraglider and glide down into the desert proper- despite his nervousness about the paraglider, he could admit that it sometimes served to let him be a bit lazy -but the paraglider might start to become associated to him, if it hadn't already, so rather than risk even that much, he trudged down the small and winding path that connected the main road to the rise the shrine was on.
Beedle wasn't at that particular stable at the moment, and Sesami and his friends had left ages ago, so that only left the stable hands, which included that guy that didn't seem to actually do any work, just leaned back against one of the support beams that held the stable up and offered money for rushrooms. Link idly wondered if he ever did any work, and if not, why he was even kept on as help.
Eh. Not his business.
He paused under the large rock formation over head that acted as the gateway into the desert itself, staring again at the heat waves coming off the sand. Ugh. And his hair was down and his neck was going to get sweaty again and augh. He could not have been happier right then that he had a house with a shower he could return to at the end of the day and hide under. He hated being wet, but the water coming out of the shower head was water that made him clean and was easily dried off. Sweat and rain, on the other hand, were not clean, and didn't dry easily, and didn't leave him feeling any cleaner after it did dry than when he was still soaked in it.