Wheeee! I'm ba-ack! All because the Potato has inspired me to write more (yeah, the reviews have, too)! Oh...sorry about posting the 1st chapter twice, my bad! I must've made a mistake. Well, here's the 2nd one.Awwww, the potato has helped me! tosses potato in the air You're such a cute little potato! Yes you are! What a cute little-

Other person: Ahem! Can we just get on with the story?

Me: Oh, of course! On with it!

Chapter 2

"Aaaggghhhhhhhhh!" I fell out of bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud. I was panicking badly and breathing hard. "What the heck is going on!"

I looked down at my hands again. Those were DEFINITELY not mine! I half-stumbled over to the floor-length mirror and looked at myself, horrified. Broad, firm chest, muscular biceps, and a huge fire-shaped scar covering half of my face. I gawked at myself. What I saw in the mirror was Zuko. I gasped and raised a shaking hand to my face.

Oh my god! I must be going crazy, I thought. Next thing I know, I'll be seeing little furry bunnies in coconut bras doing the tango! I'll have to lock myself up in an insane asylum and wear a straight jacket! Aaaaggggghhhh!

But wait. I suddenly stopped myself. I can't be going nuts. Bobby walked in the room and also saw me. He freaked out, too, so….no. I'm not imagining this. Unless...I thought, BOTH of us are nuts. But…but….

I continued to stare at my newfound body in the mirror, and slowly flexed a muscle. So did the reflection. I stalked up to the wall and looked closer. Fierce amber eyes stared right back at me, and I flinched. Again, the figure in the mirror did the same.

I touched the left side of my face, which felt rough and tight. My eyelid felt like it had been stretched over my eye, and felt strange when I blinked. It didn't hurt, but I was so baffled by this…event, that I didn't consider the fact that it wasn't sore. My limbs were heavy, and I suddenly felt faint.

I fell back on my bed. I was really baffled now. How could I possibly wake up one morning and happen to be sporting the body of someone who didn't even really exist?

As I looked back at the mirror to the confused and perplexed stranger sitting on my bed, I realized that I wasn't imagining. This was really happening. I felt the back of my head and grabbed the ponytail of hair that didn't belong to me. This…this hair. It's not mine. I glanced down to the sculpted chest. Neither is this.

I was on the verge of exploding. I had no clue what was happening and I was sure that I was going crazy. I was stuck in a boy's body. Could you blame me? I might not have reacted as horrified if I was in a girl's body, even though I would have still been shocked. But a boy's body? Man, I was not looking forward to the next time I'd have to go to the bathroom. I was just really thankful that I hadn't chosen to wear tight pants or short-shorts the night before.

Thump.

I looked up to see my little brother standing in the doorway, with a scared and horrified expression on his face. A tear leaked down his cheek as he said in a small voice, "Where's my sister?"

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I had never seen Bobby like this. An urge came over me to run up and hug him, and tell him that everything was OK. But it wasn't. And if I did do that, it would probably terrify him even more. I looked back down at my hands and gave a ragged breath.

"Bobby."

He shuffled a bit.

"It's me."

"Liar!" He screamed. Tears poured down his face as he yelled. "You're not my sister! Where is she! What have you done to her!"

I stood up and yelled back. "Bobby, listen to me! I'm Christie!"

My brother backed up a little, and proceeded to scream at me. "You're not my sister! I'm not stupid!"

He suddenly stopped, as a brand new expression crossed his upset and angry face. Horror. Amazement. Disbelief.

"…..you're that guy from that show she's obsessed about. You're Zuko."

I slapped my hand to my forehead.

"Bobby, listen to me. I am not Zuko. That guy doesn't even exist! He's a cartoon!"

"Bu-but you're standing right in front of me."

"Oh. Right."

I was stuck. How could I explain my situation? I didn't even know what was going on. I slid down onto the floor and tried a better way to approach this.

"OK, Bobby. Don't believe it's me? Fine. I'll prove it to you."

I stood back up and placed my hands on my hips. Correction: Zuko's hips.

"OK. How's this? When you were seven, you got your head stuck in the toilet of a porter-potty, and it took two hours for the police to arrive and pull it out. And we still haven't figured out why your head was in there in the first place."

My brother looked uncomfortable.

"And remember when you had an accident in your pants because the female teacher you had a crush on came up and talked to you?"

"Hey, you weren't supposed to know about that!" Bobby burst out, cheeks turning an uncomfortable shade of red.

"And remember the time when- "

"OK! OK! I get it!" Bobby said, desperately trying to hide his embarrassment.

I crossed my arms. "Now do you have my point?"

He looked down at his feet and said, "But I don't understand. Why are you a guy?"

"Beats me."

"So….you're really Christie."

"Yup."

Bobby looked me in the eye and asked, "Then why do you sound like Zuko?"

Ooh. I hated when he started playing games with me.

"Bobby, you are such a dimwit!"

He nodded his head and said, "Yep. That's my sister."

Ugh. Finally. At least he believed me now.

Well, it was almost noon, and I still hadn't eaten breakfast. I walked with Bobby into the kitchen and grabbed a box of cereal. After getting a bowl and milk, I sat down in a chair and began to eat ravenously.

Wow, I thought as I devoured the bowl and started on seconds. I never used to be this hungry. Maybe it's because I now have to eat for a body that's thirty pounds heavier than I'm used to.

I glanced over to see Bobby discreetly eyeing me from across the table.

"What?" I said through a mouthful.

He smiled and shook his head. "Zuko eating cornflakes. Not your everyday breakfast experience."

I glared at him and continued shoveling the cereal into my mouth. And just when I had a good mouthful of cornflakes, my parents walked through the door.

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What happened next turned into a whole mess of things going on at once. After the scene of my mother screaming and backing up suddenly, knocking my father over, both of them colliding and tumbling to the floor, I quickly stood up and calmly (if that's what you'd call the situation) explained what was happening.

It took over an hour to convince them that I was not some scar-faced, obsessed, firebending dude (and yeah, they'd seen Avatar before, too). After they realized that their only daughter had been sucked into the body of a 16-year-old teenage boy, the two of them collapsed onto the couch and tried to wrap their brains around the situation.

"So you're saying that you just…woke up like this?" my father started. His eyes were practically bulging out of his head.

I nodded and rubbed my forehead. Ugh…this information was starting to get to me, too.

"But, how?" Mom chirped in. "Why did it happen?"

I grabbed a kitchen chair and planted my butt in it. "Your guess is as good as mine. How should I know why I'm walking around as some human flamethrower?"

My brother snickered at that. I gave him a dirty look.

"Mom, I'm so confused."

My mother came over and hesitantly placed a hand on my shoulder. She still didn't like that fact that I was now a guy.

"Honey, maybe you should go and get dressed."

I turned around and looked at her. "And what exactly am I supposed to wear?"

She rolled her eyes and suggested that I wear something of my father's. Ewwww.

"Mom! That's so gross! I am NOT walking around in Dad's underwear!"

"Well, it's not like you can go shopping like this."

"Why not?" Even as a firebending guy, I still wasn't willing to wear my father's boxers.

My brother took this as an opportunity to show me up.

"Well, smart guy, what do you think would happen if other Avatar-friendly people saw you?"

"Hey hey hey!" I started after him. "That's smart GIRL to you!" Then again, he did have a point. I could just imagine all those fangirls crawling over me….ewwwww. I might have looked like Zuko, but I was no boy. Just thinking about that made me want to gag.

"So you have a point," I admitted. "But what if I disguise myself or something?"

"Puh," Bobby huffed. "Like any amount of make-up is gonna hide that scar on your face!"

"Why you little-"I started. Flames spouted from my hands as I became angry. "Whoa!" I exclaimed. "That is so awesome!" Not only did I have Zuko's body, I also had his firebending ability! Cool!

I looked over at my parents and brother, who had all cringed up into balls.

"You-you can do that?" my brother stuttered. He was white all over.

I smirked. "You have a problem with my scar now?"

"N-no."

"Good. Now. How about we all go shopping for clothes?"

Mom unfurled herself and made an uncertain face. Then she said, "Well, shouldn't you do something about your hair? Not many boys these days go around with ponytails."

"Correction, Mom. Zuko's hair. Not mine. Plus I'll just wear a cap or something."

I hopped out of my chair and made for my room. After sorting through all of my clothes in search of something that a 16-year-old guy could wear without dying of embarrassment, I found a large grey t-shirt and really baggy jeans that I used as comfort clothes. I slipped them on and grabbed my Yankees cap. After grabbing my dad's sneakers and applying make-up to my face to hide the scar in the least noticeable way, I viewed the finished product in the mirror. Nice. I still was wearing Zuko's customary scowl, but aside from that, I looked pretty normal. One problem, though. The left side of my face was still noticeable.

Bobby walked into the room and commented on the make-up job, making sure that I was aware of the scar problem.

"Easy enough to fix," I said as I grabbed something off my dresser. "That's why I have these." I held up the sunglasses and smiled. They had been given to me as a joke-gift because of their ridiculous size, but I was now really glad to have them.

"OK, but I hope it works, Zu- I mean, Chris."

I placed the glasses on my face and looked in the mirror again. Perfect. Couldn't see a thing.

I strutted back into the kitchen to show off my "new look". My father approved, but Mom….well, she still didn't like what was going on.

"Well, c'mon," I urged her. "Let's go!"

The four of us hopped in the car and drove to the nearest Clothes Mart. After getting shirts and pants and boxers and who knows what else, we drove back home, but only to find two very unexpected visitors sitting on our front steps.

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I jumped out of the car and went flying up to the front of the house. There, a baffled looking Sokka and confused Aang were looking around unhappily.

"Hey!" I yelled over at them. They turned and looked at me.

"Who are you?" Aang asked, very uncertain about what was going on. I slipped off my sunglasses and he gasped. Sokka jumped up and grabbed his boomerang.

"Whoa- hey, Freak-face, unless you want you head split, I suggest you back away from us!" he said.

I put my hands up and said, "Sokka, I'm not who you think I am! What the heck are you doing here anyway?"

Sokka lowered his weapon. "What are you talking about?"

"Sokka. Aang. I'm not Zuko. I know, I look like him, but I swear I'm not. You gotta listen to me. Something weird is going on."

"You can say that again."

Aang was wearing a mix of curiosity and caution on his face. "What is going on, exactly? And how do you know our names?"

"Here," I said, opening the front door. "Come inside. I'll explain everything."

Whew. That was a tough one to write. Oh, guess what? I named my potato Bob!

Other person: raises eyebrow Bob?

Me: Yes! Isn't it fantastic? swings potato in the air Make sure to review, please! And remember, the Potato sends his love to all of you!