A/N: Male puberty can be somewhat of a sticky subject, so we are treading as delicately as two witty females can.
Avatar belongs to Mike, Bryan and Nickelodeon.
Aang sighed. The trip to the mall had been unproductive and somewhat humiliating. Sokka had bought his tight jeans and insisted on wearing them as they set up camp and got ready for bed. Toph was following him around and kept "losing her balance" as she grabbed various parts of Sokka over and over again. Katara was glaring at everything within a fifteen yard distance and not speaking to the three of them. This had been one sucky day.
While shopping Katara had insisted on following Aang around which had made it somewhat awkward when he had gone into a shop he thought might have the answers to his problems. Katara had asked over and over again why they were there and then, seeing the other two members of their group walk by, insisted they join them as well. At that point Aang had lost it and told them to all to leave him alone for a minute. This is what had upset Katara.
Aang hated to see her upset, but there was no way he was going to discuss his man problems with the girl who made some of those problems more apparent. Best to pretend he didn't wake up sticky almost ever morning.
And when the other three had left him alone, he was able to quick grab a bottle of "ManVoice: From Falsetto to Fire Lord in Five Days." He turned the bottle over and read, "Tired of not being the master of your own destiny because your voice fluctuates? Ready to do something about it? Simply take one tablespoon twice a day for five days. Soon your voice will be so smooth that it will melt butter. So deep that it will cause earthquakes. And so manly that you will have to beat the ladies off with a stick."
Sounds exactly like what I need he thought as he cast a furtive glance at Katara. He tried to uncork the bottle, but found that it was stuck. He tried to get a better grip on the cork and tugged, but it was like the cork was welded to the bottle. "Oh no you don't," he muttered while shaking the bottle, "I went through a lot today to get you. I need you to open so I can sweep Katara off her feet. I think she might be a lot less moody if my voice was awesome."
But the bottle remained tightly plugged. Aang could swear he heard it laughing at him - a deep, manly rumble of a laugh. "ThAT's iT!" he yelled and he blew gust of wind at it with his air bending skills. Then he watched in horror as the bottle flew into the air and started falling back down, end over end, until it burst on the ground by his feet. As it shattered a dark green, viscous liquid bubbled out and splashed all over his pants.
Aang looked down at the green goo that assaulted him and he wanted to cry. This had been his last hope. He reached down to try to clean his pants off and try to salvage enough medicine to make his voice behave, but all he managed to do was make the mess worse. His hand was glowing and it looked like the material of his pants was slowly being eaten away. He needed to wash himself off, fast.
Remembering the stream running by their campsite, he took off. His friends all looked up as he ran past, green liquid flying off of him and onto everything else. Sokka reached down and touched a drop that had landed on his new tight jeans that, in his opinion, made his ass look hot.
"What is this stuff?" he asked and promptly put it in his mouth. Instantly his gag reflex engaged, trying to force the offending goo back out. "GAAAAAAAAAAAH! This is disgusting! It tastes like I kissed a bat toad.
"How do you know what a bat toad tastes like when you kiss it?" Toph asked with a sly grin.
"Oh, I, uh... well I - mumblemumbleKataramumbleforcedmumbleprincessmumblefrog."
"What?"
"Katara used to make me play princess with her, and I was always the one who had to kiss the bat toads to see if they were princes," he muttered while inspecting the part of his jeans where the goop had landed.
Toph's mouth hung open. She stuck out her hand in the direction of Sokka's pants and swiped it over his thigh. "What was that for?" Sokka asked.
"Just checking."
"Don't forget to tell her what your name was," called Katara from her spot by the fire.
"Katara!"
"You had a name? What was it?"
"I don't remember!"
"Sokka, how could you forget? As I recalled it took you a few days to come up with a name that was good enough for you," said Katara with an evil glint in her eye.
The color drained from Sokka's face. "You wouldn't."
"As I recall it had to have the perfect blend of sweet girlish innocence and tough warrior pride. Let's see, what was it?"
Sokka started backing towards the stream. "I think I'm going to go wash this stuff off my pants so they won't stain." And he took off running.
Just as he was rounding the corner he heard Katara yell, "Oh yes, now I remember! It was Princess Rosebud Kitten Dewdrop Sharp Thing Gladiator!"
Stripping down Aang jumped into the water before whatever it was could reach his sensitive skin. He started to scrub away until he noticed something. Something that hadn't been there before the spill. His body was getting hairy. He was turning into a monster.
Well there was only one thing to do. Sitting in the shallows, he closed his eyes and started taking long, deep breaths. Suddenly his tattoos began to light up and when he opened his eyes he was in the spirit world. And standing in front of him was Avatar Roku.
"Aang? What is wrong?" Roku quirked an eyebrow as he gazed down at the young Avatar. "Has Zuko been picking on you again?"
"I told you, it was more than picking! He tried to fry me to a crisp! But that's not why I'm here. Avatar Roku I think... I think I'm turning into a monster."
Roku's expression turned grave immediately. He bent down and gripped Aang's arm in a vice like grip. "Why do you think that?"
Aang looked up into the wizened face, hoping that Roku could give him the answers he sought. "Well, I'm sure you noticed that I'm sporting some hair on my head."
"Yes," admitted Roku, although his puzzled look deepened.
"I've never had hair before," said Aang "and I think there's a reason behind that. I think the monks were protecting me from myself. Because I think the hair on my head has triggered something in me, and now I'm growing hair EverYWheRE!"
"Everywhere? But I don't see any other hair than on your head," said Roku.
"It's hidden... down here," stammered Aang as he waved his hand at the area between his legs.
Roku's head snapped back and he took a few steps back. "Well that's - you see - you're not - you don't have to worry Aang, you're not turning into a monster."
"i'M NOt?"
"No."
"Then what -"
Before Aang could finish, Roku had started running away. He looked back and called over his shoulder, "I'm sorry Aang! I have to go! I forgot I had something important I needed to do somewhere that isn't here. Good luck!"
"BuT! WAiT! What'S haPpenInG TO mE?"