It was a typical afternoon in the Sozin house as Katara and Zuko battled the "old-school" way after unearthing Zuko's ancient Super Nintendo console and the legendary Super Mario Bros.

"Damn," muttered Zuko as his player lost a life to one of the many evil walking mushroom residents of the game.

Katara just giggled as she expertly pressed the buttons to jump over the fiendish fungi. "You'll never catch up, Zuko!"

Azula, perched on the couch, well-distanced from the game freaks practically falling into the widescreen television, let out a dramatic sigh.

"Zuko I can understand… he's naturally a dweeb with a complete lack of social grace… but you, Katara? This isn't right."

Katara groaned and paused the game. "What do you want, Azula?"

"What the hell?! I was just about to get that mushroom!" Zuko exclaimed in outrage.

Azula ignored her brother's protests. "Okay, who's the older girl between the two of us, Katara?"

"You are," Katara replied monotonously.

"And who is more mature?"

"Well, it really depends on how selfishly you decide to define 'maturity', Azula."

"Can we get back to the game, please?" Zuko waggled his console in front of Katara's eyes, but she ignored him.

Azula let out a satisfied smile as she absentminded inspected her perfectly manicured (if rather sharp) nails for invisible chipping. "Well then, I think it is in my interest, being your oldest and bestest friend"—Zuko desperate tried to muffle his laugh and disguise it as a passing cough—"to educate you on the finer points on being feminine."

Her proud stare lingered over Katara's baggy gym pants and formless hoodie.

"Out with it, Azula," Katara snapped. "What do you want?"

"I want to help you, darling," Azula clucked, causing both Katara and Zuko to roll their eyes.

"You're just compensating for the fact that Jet's dumped you again," Zuko stated.

"Shut up," Azula retorted, glaring at him.

"Oh, c'mon. I see it every time. You break up over something stupid and then you throw yourself into giving somebody a makeover just to make yourself feel appreciated. And then, you get all weepy and go back to Jet anyway two days later. I don't see what you like in him anyway… he's an idiot with too much love for his motorcycle and his hair."

Azula gave her brother a piercing glare before turning back to Katara. "You need this, dear. Don't listen to anything he says."

Katara glanced at Zuko, who looked pissed at this unsavory interruption of his game, only to turn back to Azula and grin.

"Sure, whatever, Azula. Just don't screw up my hair."

Zuko frowned. "How am I supposed to finish a two-player game by myself?"

"Oh, give it up, Zuko," Katara whispered. "You were going to lose anyway."

Zuko made to follow his sister and the offending twit to argue otherwise but suddenly found a door between himself and the now-giggling duo.

Katara was now in the realm of Azula's bedroom.

Zuko realized that the poor girl was a poor, hopeless case.
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"This, Katara," Azula said dramatically, holding up a black tube, "is mascara. Use it well."

"Shut the crap, Azula. I know about makeup."

Azula raise an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

Katara sighed. "My Gran-Gran taught me all the essentials back in fifth grade."

"Then why have you been wasting two years in just this?" She waved her hand at Katara's ensemble.

"It's comfortable. Easy to move around places."

Azula ignored her excuses and rummaged through her wardrobe to find the right outfit, plus appropriate accessories.

She pointed to Katara's hoodie. "That. Off. Right now. And then put on this."

Katara grumbled but obliged under Azula's stern guidance.

Azula smiled wickedly as Katara squirmed into the more feminine, much more tight-fitting clothes.

"Much better…."
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Zuko spent most of the two hours actively avoiding the Azula Zone, fearing for Katara's sanity, but couldn't help but perk up when he heard his name thrown into the discussion within.

"—I don't think Zuko really would care about how I look in this, Azula. This is just a waste of my time."

"Oh, shush, I can't apply eyeshadow properly if you keep moving like that—"

"—this is a waste of my time. I could have been out there kicking Zuko's butt at Super Mario."

"I thought you said he was going to lose anyway—"

"—yeah, but it's fun when I beat him. Gives me bragging rights."

A sigh. "Katara, you've been spending too much time around my brother and other boys, like that Haru. Whaddya say we spend more 'girl time' together this weekend? We could go to the mall to do some quality shopping. It'll be fun!"

"I have swimming practice this weekend. Sorry, Azula, I'm gonna have to bail."

"Oh well. Ty Lee's out of town on some circus tour thing and Mai's gone to a resort."

"Do your friends go shopping with you all the time?"

"No, I usually go on the weekends with Je…. Nevermind."

"Oh… uh, sorry."

"Hey, no worries, Katara. We can always go next week!"

Zuko rolled his eyes. Girls.
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"Ta-da! How does she look, Mom?"

Ursa Sozin beamed. "She's looks absolutely wonderful, Azula! If only her mother were here to see her like this…"

Zuko sputtered. That wasn't Katara… that was some ridiculously beautiful alien girl that had obviously been kidnapped in the Azula Zone and put in Katara's place. He peered into Azula's room to check whether Katara was still bound and gagged within the room.

"I feel weird," said the Katara-clone as she adjusted the knee-length skirt and unconsciously pulled at the embroidered shirt.

"You'll get used to wearing a skirt soon enough," Azula assured her.

"What did you do with the real Katara?" demanded Zuko angrily.

"I am the real Katara, you idiot."

Oh. That changed things for Zuko.

"You… uh… look nice," he mumbled, surveying her fitted shirt and graceful skirt, although utterly avoiding the sudden appearance of her chest (many things, he reasoned, were hidden behind all those hoodies and loose-fitting shirts).

"You like it?" Katara asks, almost cautiously.

"Yeah, it… uh… brings out your form. Or something like that."

Katara's face broke out into a smile. "You're so silly, Zuko. Rematch?"

Zuko returned the grin. "Definitely!"

But the game was already played and, unfortunately for this teenage boy, his heart had already lost itself to this teenage girl.