Dude Looks Like a Lady

Dude Looks Like a Lady

Chapter 7

By: Kigen and Usagi Youkai

Me and Usagi Youkai started a Zukka roleplay; a long one that revolved around Zukka, Sokka and him looking girly in a dress. And well, this was the result.
Each chapter will have who played who at the top.

I was Sokka and Haru.

Usagi Youkai was Zuko, Jet, and Katara.

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Sokka tilted his head to the side, slightly confused. “I thought it was to keep up with your family looks and stuff.”

“That too, but I have a few.”

The waiter came with the bill, and Sokka waited until he was paid and they were out on the street again before asking. “Like what?”

For one Zuko’s arm wasn't around Sokka's waist or taking his hand. “You like women too much.”

“... And?”

“And you're in denial.”

“About what? Being gay? I already admitted to being bi. I don't know why you're going on about me and girls. I like guys too.”

“But not enough. And I told you, I don't share.”

“And I told you if I was going steady with you, I wouldn't date anyone else; guy or girl.”

Zuko shook his head. “Not the point.”

“Then I don't get your point.”

“I knew you wouldn't.” They made it to Zuko’s home, who dug out his keys.

“Then explain so I do understand.”

“I don't feel like it.” He stepped inside, taking off his shoes and frowning as he saw three other sets of shoes.

“What?” Sokka saw the shoes. “Oh god no. If anyone asks, my name is Shoko.”

“Good enough for me.” Zuko looked around the livingroom, and saw Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee on the couch, the tv turned on. “Crap.”

“Hide me.” Sokka ducked behind Zuko for protection. Mai was there, and she knew how to use knives... AND HE WAS WEARING AZULA'S SKIRT! Shit, shit, shit!

Zuko turned to Sokka, grabbing his shoulders and trying to get him to calm down. “Relax.”

“I am.” he was lying through his teeth. “Let's just go to my house or something before they start talking to us?”

“I doubt they'll recodnize you if no one at school did.”

“I just don't want to be near them.” Sokka muttered.

Zuko thought for a moment, sighing. “Good point. To your house I suppose.”

Sokka breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

Zuko put his shoes back on, opening the door and closing it quietly behind them both.

Sokka followed, grateful that was avoided. “Lend me your cell phone.”

Zuko dug into his pockets, giving it to Sokka. “Who are you calling?”

“Katara. I don't care what you want, I'm not having my little sister seeing me get molested by you. I'm sending her to Aang's for the night.” He dialed on Zuko's cell phone and Zuko listened to one side of the conversation. “Hey, Katara, yeah, I lost the bet. You don't have to rub it in. Anyways, get your stuff and go to Aang's or someone's. Don't come home until tomorrow morning, and call first- Because Zuko and I are going there. Because Azula and everyone are at Zuko's- Yeah, okay I know Katara; I know. Hurry up. Love you, bye.” Sokka snapped the phone shut and handed it to Zuko. “Nothing perverted until she leaves the house. It's gonna take a few minutes for her to get her stuff together.”

“Fine, fine.” They headed towards Sokka's house.

Sokka opened the door and called out, forgetting he was still in the miniskirt. “Katara You still here?”

Katara was getting her things together in her room. She poked her head out of the door. “Yeah, I'm still...” she blinked twice. “Sokka, what are you wearing?”

Sokka groaned as he remembered. “I'm Zuko's slave for the day; remember?”

Katara shook her head and went back into her room, finishing packing for a sleep over. “I'm still not use to seeing you in a skirt.”

“And you never will be!” Sokka yelled to her as he took off his dress shoes.

“No need to yell. I know that.” She came out of her room with her bag. “You two going to be alright alone?”

“I hope.” Sokka muttered as he glared at Zuko.

Zuko rolled his eyes. “He'll still be a virgin by tomorrow.”

That was good enough for her. “Alright, see you tomorrow then.” She went to the door.

“Bye.” The door shut and he turned to Zuko. “I can't believe you did that.”

“What?”

“ ‘I'll still be a virgin tomorrow?’ ”

“You're a virgin, aren't you?”

“I am, I mean, how could you say that to Katara? Pervert.”

Zuko rolled his eyes. “Would it have been better if I told her that I wouldn't violate you too badly?”

Sokka froze. “You're still a pervert.”

“I'm not denying it.” Zuko sat on the couch.

Sokka sat next to him. “What now?”

Zuko shrugged. “What do you do around here for entertainment?”

“TV, read, video games, the usual.”

Zuko was uninterested with any of those options. “Sit in my lap.”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “Yes master.” He sat in Zuko’s lap so his back was to Zuko's chest.

Zuko corrected him. “It’s Lord Zuko, not master.” He wrapped his arms around Sokka's waist lazily.

“Yes Lord Zuko.”

Zuko nodded, quite for a minute. Sokka felt a little uncomfortable, and squirmed a bit, leaning back against Zuko. Zuko hummed, comfortable with that. Sokka was silent for a moment, warm and comfortable before the phone started ringing. Sokka stayed were he was. Zuko frowned when he phone rang, annoyed by the sound.

“Ignore it and maybe it'll go away.” Sokka murmured, ready for a nap in Zuko's lap.

“Hopefully.” His grip tightened only a little.

Sokka shifted, sighing happily as the phone stopped ringing. He was almost asleep.

A minute after the phone rang, Zuko asked, “Comfortable?”

“Mmm.” he shifted, snuggling into Zuko.

Zuko smiled lightly. “You're not going to go to sleep on me, are you?”

“Noooo...” Sokka mumbled, letting out a deep sigh.

“Uh-huh, sure.” He didn’t mind it much.

Sokka fell asleep, mumbling incoherently every so often. Zuko ran his fingers though Sokka's hair. And though he was enjoying Sokka's body against his, he shifted Sokka around, picking him up bridle style. He remembered where Sokka's room was from the few times he had been there.

Sokka’s eyes fluttered open as he was lifted into the air. “Zuko?” he asked sleepily.

“Yeah?” He pushed Sokka's door open with his foot.

“What's going on?” Sokka yawned cutely.

“You fell asleep, and I really didn't want you asleep on me.”

“Oh... Do I have to get up?”

Zuko rolled his eyes, setting Sokka on the bed. “No.”

“Good.” Sokka kicked off the evil skirt and crawled under the covers, snuggling happily into his bed.

Zuko smirked because he got to see Sokka in panties. “I guess that means we're not going out for dinner.”

“Sleep now. Food later.”

“Then move over.” He laid next to Sokka.

Sokka grumbled, shifting so that he and Zuko could lay next to each other. It was a bit crowded since his bed was smaller than Zuko's. He continued to shift until he was comfortable. “Night.”

Zuko wrapped his arm around Sokka. “Good night.”

Sokka fell asleep, his breath fanning against the firebender's collar. Zuko shook his head some, but closed his eyes as well, eventually falling asleep.

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Sokka mumbled in his sleep, opening his eyes and wincing at the sunlight that invaded his senses. He sat up in his otherwise empty bed, and realized he was wearing panties. “Oh, shit.” he muttered, remembering the last day. But then, where was Zuko? Well, first thing first, Sokka got changed into some more masculine clothing. Boxers (and not the evil panties) loose jeans and the usual blue t-shirt. “Zuko?” he called, leaving his room and looking for the firebender.

Zuko was in the kitchen, digging through the fridge for something to eat. He was crouching down, only in pants since he had taken his shirt off durring the night. It was uncomfortable sleeping in a shirt. He heard Sokka. “What?”

“Just wondering where you were. Anything good in there?” Sokka sat at the table.

“Nothing spectacular, but I'm going to make eggs.” he got out the carton of eggs.

“Make me some, please?” Sokka pleaded with big eyes.

Zuko sighed, getting out a pan. “How do you want them?”

“Fried with bacon and toast.” Sokka smiled, getting up and getting a can of Coke out of the fridge.

Zuko got the bacon as well while he was at the fridge. He turned on the heat on the stove and sprayed some pam in the pan, waiting for it to heat up enough.

“Thank you Zuzu.” Sokka took the bread out and decided to help by making the toast.

Zuko frowned. “Why do you insist on calling me that?” He cracked the eggs in and put two slices of bacon in with them.

“Cause it annoys you.” Sokka didn’t even bother to hide it. “Butter and strawberry jelly like usual?” He took out the first two slices of toast.

“Butter,” Zuko shifted the pan to make sure nothing was sticking.

“Kay.” Sokka put some more bread into the toaster, buttering the first two slices. He took out two plates, putting the first two slices of toast on one. “What do you want to drink?”

“OJ.” Zuko flipped the eggs.

Sokka took a cup out and filled it with juice. “How much longer?”

“A few minutes.” Zuko leaned against the corner of the stove.

Sokka buttered his own toast, adding a liberal amount of jelly.

A few minutes later, Zuko flipped the eggs again. “Give me your plate.”

Sokka took a bite of his toast, handing Zuko the plate. Zuko poured Sokka's food onto the plate and handed it to him. He cracked three eggs into the pan before putting both the bacon and eggs away.

“Thank you.” Sokka sat down at the table and started eating.

“No problem.” Getting a slice of his toast, he ate it while he waited for his eggs. He was not in a very talkative mood.

Sokka was stuffing his face with usual vigor, when the phone rang. Sokka swallowed, standing up. “I'll get it.”

“Alright.” Zuko flipped his eggs.

Sokka left the room for a sec, getting the wireless. Zuko could hear him talking. “Hi Haru- Um, I'm fine now. It was just a cold. Sore throat? How did- Yue told you? Well, it's gone now. Yeah, Katara almost made me overdose with meds. Okay, yeah. Shoko? What about her?”

Zuko listened curiously, finishing his eggs and putting them on his plate. He shut the stove off.

“Um, yeah I've met her. How long have her and Zuko been together? I'm not sure, but not too long. What? Eww... Haru, I don't care if Jet's bugging you with what he thinks of her, spare me please. Yeah, thanks for the warning Haru. See you later. Bye.” Sokka hung up the phone and walked into the kitchen, looking slightly green.

Zuko asked, curiously, and a little teasingly. “What does Jet think of you?”

“He thinks SHOKO is hot and wants to bang her. He was bugging Haru with the gruesome details, and is going to bug me with them later.” he sat down, pushing his food around; not feeling like eating anymore. “It's gross.”

“Well that's Jet, he can and will be more crude than need be.”

“But he was talking about me, ME with girl parts, being molested by him.” Sokka shuddered violently. “Ew.”

Zuko shruged, smirking to himself and he ate his eggs.

“I mean, ew, ew, ew. And he was thinking of doing a double date thing; him and Haru with you and Shoko.”

Zuko laughed. “I wouldn't mind.”

Sokka gave Zuko a slight glare. “I'm not being Shoko again.”

Zuko shrugged. “I wouldn't mind though, you could even go as yourself.”

Sokka thought about it. “Maybe...”

“We could also say that Shoko couldn't make it and that you filled in.”

“Wouldn't that be cheating or something?”

Zuko shrugged. “We don't have to kiss anything, just hang out.”

“I guess.” Sokka shrugged. “Okay. I guess we could.”

“So call Haru back and say we can all hang out, and that you're going instead of Shoko because Shoko already left.”

“All right.” Sokka stood up. He went to the other room, and called Haru back. “Hey Haru- Jet put the phone down, I want to talk to Haru. Yes, Zuko's at my house right now. No, I'm not sleeping with him. I don't want to hear about Shoko- Jet put Haru on the phone. Put Haru- hello? Haru, what's Jet doing there? Okay, okay, never mind. Shoko went home last night. Yeah, I know, she left quick. But Zuko and I can hang out tonight if you want. Yeah, tell Jet to stop whining. I don't care.”

Zuko rolled his eyes because of Jet.

“Jet, give the phone back to Haru. For the third time, I don't know Shoko's cup size! Jet! Haru? Call me back later when you decide what you guys want to do and Jet has his libido under control again. Bye.” Sokka went into the kitchen, picking up his Coke. “You're answering the phone next time.”

Zuko smiled thoughtfully. “Do you think Jet is trying to get into Haru's pants?”

“Who's pants isn't he trying to get into?”

“Good point.” Zuko reworded his question. “Do you think they've done it?”

“Probably. Jet hasn't bragged to me about it, and Haru hasn't said anything; but it wouldn't surprise me.”

Zuko nodded, just a tad irritated that Jet was getting more than he was. He finished his food and drank his juice, putting the dishes in the sink.

Sokka smirked. “Is Zuzu jealous?”

Zuko frowned at Sokka for calling him that. “I have no reason to be jealous.”

“But you said you like girly guys, and Haru's a girly guy.”

“Not my type.”

“But you said girly guys were your type. No matter what you say, Haru's girlier than me.”

“No he's not, and he's too...” Zuko grimaced a little. “Nice.”

“You've never seen him with Jet's hand down his pants then, have you?”

“Have you?”

“More than once unfortunately.”

Zuko raised an eyebrow. “He puts out a lot?”

“I've seen Jet with his hands down Haru's pants. I don't know if Haru's ever actually done that.” Sokka thought for a moment. “That would explain why he had a slight limp that one day though...”

“Well he obviously satisfies Jet or Jet wouldn't stick around.”

“Jet hangs out with me almost as much as Haru, and I haven't done anything with him.”

“That's because you're picky and stubborn.”

“It's because Jet's pick up lines don't work on me, and my dad collects knives.”

“Like I said, you're picky and stubborn.”

“And I have a bunch of big knives in the house.”

“You're also a tease and in denial.”

“I never said I wasn't. I just want to point out I have knives and know how to use them.”

“So you said, but I don't think you'd be much of a match for Jet, knife or no.”

“Just because I look a little girly, doesn't mean I can't kick someone's ass.” He started to eat his food again, now that his mind wasn't on Jet banging Shoko.

“I know, but I know how Jet fights and I don't think you'd have much of a chance. He has swords instead of little knives.”

“But he doesn't bring them to my house. I have a few spears too you know.” He thought about his and his dad's weapon collection. “Some daggers and clubs and boomerangs, and some of the knives are big enough to be a sword.”

“Yeah, and you don't bring those to school, where Jet would be more likely to stick his hands down your pants.”

“He only stuck his hand down my pants once, and that was at his house. He seems satisfied enough with smacking my ass.” Sokka groaned to himself. “What is it with horny perverts and touching my ass?”

“Your own fault for looking so feminine.”

“I do not have a girly ass.”

“Do you really want to get into this again?”

“I'm not making another bet.” Sokka said determined as he puts his empty plate in the sink.

“But you're in denial again.”

“I admit I look kinda girly. Isn't that enough for you?” Sokka started to wash the dishes.

“Not when you keep saying that you don't look girly at times.”

“Do I look girly right now?” Sokka ignored the fact his shirt was baggy enough to hide a pair of breasts, his hair is down, and he's up to his elbows in water and bubbles.

Zuko smiled. “Yes.”

“Screw you.” Sokka turned back to his dishes.

“Other way around, baby.” Zuko grinned.

“Head out of the gutter!” Sokka flung his arm, pointing at Zuko, whipping small drops of water and suds around the room.

“It’s stuck there, and it’s not trying to get out.” Zuko wiped his face of some suds.

“Then start thinking with the head on your shoulders.” Sokka started to rinse the dishes, lying them aside to dry.

Zuko chuckled and the phone rang. “You sure you want me to answer that?”

“No. Don't say anything. No more perverted comments.”

Zuko rolled his eyes. “I was talking about the phone.” Zuko went to answer it.

“Oh, yeah.”

Zuko picked up the phone. “Hello. Hey Haru, yeah, I'm here. No, he's... indisposed right now. No, he's still a virgin, relax. Yeah, today's good. Right, I know where that is-“ Zuko paused, sighing because Jet stole the phone. “No, man, she only came to visit... B cup, yup. No, they were blue and hip cut panties...”

Sokka smacked Zuko's head. “Don't encourage his pervertedness!”

“What? He asked.” Zuko rubbed his head, sweeping away the wet from Sokka washing dishes. He talked to Jet again, mostly just to annoy Sokka. “No she didn't put out, but she almost did...”

“No I didn't ” Sokka hit him again.

Zuko snickered. “No, no, we'll see you guys there, bye.” Zuko hung up the phone.

“I did not almost put out.” Sokka pouted.

“I never said you did, I said Shoko did.”

“Shoko didn't almost put out either. You tried to jump Shoko.”

“Whatever, it doesn't matter because Shoko isn't a real girl and Jet and Haru don't know that yet.”

“But I'm Shoko. Saying she almost put means you said I almost put out.” Sokka crossed his arms and pouted, wrinkling his nose as he unwittingly got his shirt wet.

“It doesn't matter.” Zuko headed into the livingroom. “We're meeting them at the coffee house at two.”

“Fine. I'm getting a new shirt.” Sokka left the room.

“Alright.” Zuko sat in the livingroom to wait for him.

Sokka returned a few minutes later in a blue and black t-shirt. “When are you going to get dressed?” Sokka sat on the couch next to the shirtless Zuko.

“When we stop at my house before we go meet with Jet and Haru.”

“What time is it now?” Sokka flopped onto his back, feet on Zuko's lap; and streched for the remote that was just out of reach.

“12:45.” Zuko pushed Sokka's feet off of him. “And I'm not your foot stool.”

Sokka lost his balance, and fell onto the floor in between the couch and the coffee table. “Ow... Be a little more gentle next time.” Sokka sat up and grabbed the remote on the table, and turned the tv on.

“Well don't put your feet on me.”

“Then don't sit where I want to put my feet.”

“Don't hog the couch.”

Sokka got back on the couch and tucked his feet under him, pouting. “Jerk.”

Zuko shrugged, stealing the remote and flipping through the channels.

“I was watching that.” Sokka tried to get the remote back.

Zuko held it out of reach, still flipping. “Too bad.”

“Give it back.” Sokka leaned onto of Zuko, streching to get the remote.

Zuko grinned, still holding it out of reach. “No, I got it now.”

“It's my Tv.” Sokka was paretically on top of Zuko.

“But I'm the guest.” He couldn’t help it when Sokka's over him like this. He stole a kiss.

Sokka kissed Zuko back, slipping his tongue inside. As Zuko was throughly distracted, his hand managed to steal the remote from the firebender’s hands. “It's mine again.” Sokka said in a song sing voice, as he flipped the channel back.

Zuko grinned. “Thoroughly worth it.”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “How much longer until we have to leave?”

Zuko checked the clock. “We should leave now since we're stopping at my house first.”

Sokka stood up and stretched. “Put a shirt on.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Zuko went to Sokka's shirt, where he left it.

“Ready?” Sokka already has his shoes on and was waiting at the door.

Zuko came back in his shirt and put his shoes on. “Yeah, let’s go.”

They walk down the street. “So, is this a date or just hanging out?”

“Hanging out.” Zuko answered.

“Wonder which it is for Haru and Jet.”

“Another place to bang in the bathroom?”

“Haru wouldn't let him.”

Zuko shrugged. “Jet would try.”

“Haru still wouldn't let him.” Sokka smirked. “Now that I think about it, Haru has Jet whipped.”

“How?”

“Whenever Haru starts to get pissy with Jet, Jet stops fighting and does whatever Haru wants.”

“Well yeah. Because if he doesn't do what Haru says, he won't get laid.”

“Which means he's whipped.”

“Maybe, but any guy backs down if there's still a chance that he's going to get laid.”

“But you haven't seen some of the things Jet does. It goes beyond backing down.”

“Like?”

“Let's just say betting isn't the only way to get a guy in a dress.”

Zuko raised an eyebrow with curiosity.

“It wasn't a big deal. Last year we were deciding what to be for Halloween, you were home being emo or something; I don't remember. And Jet said something about Haru in a dress, and Haru dared Jet to wear a dress.” Sokka started to snicker to himself at the memory.

“Eh.” Zuko shrugged, making it to his house.

“Haru dragged one of his mother's dress out. Oh spirits, it was horrible. Bright pink and sparkly and spirits it was ugly.” Sokka laughed.

Zuko grimaced. “Now that sounds more like torture.”

“And Jet did it, without arguing ” Sokka laughed harder, slipping off his shoes and following Zuko up to his room.

“Well maybe he is whipped, but that's his problem.” Zuko went to his closet, getting out a new change of clothes. Zuko took off his shirt.

Sokka flopped onto Zuko's cushy bed as he waited. “Wonder how long it took for Haru to whip him. They can't have been dating that long.”

Zuko shrugged, kicking off his pants and putting on a red short sleeve shirt. “They've been doing it quietly I suppose.”

“But still, they've had to been doing it for what? A year tops? Haru's the same age as me.”

“Maybe a month or so? I haven't known Jet to hang around longer than that.” Zuko put on some jeans.

“But Haru had him wearing his mom's clothes over six months ago. Jet'd never do that unless he was getting something in return.”

“Then they were probably in the closet with it for a while.” Zuko finished dressing, heading downstairs.

“They're still in the closet. They flirt like crazy, but they haven't told anyone yet.” Sokka followed Zuko downstairs and put his shoes back on.

“Yeah.” They left, heading towards the coffee house.

Sokka stepped inside. “There they are.” Sokka pointed to side of the café and headed over.

“Hi guys.” Haru took a sip of his drink.

Jet has his arm around Haru. His own drink in hand, he lifted his cup to them. “Yo.”

Zuko walked over to them. “Hey.”

“Are you sure you're feeling well enough Sokka?”

“Yeah, I'm sure. I just needed to sleep it off.” Sokka sat down at the table.

Zuko smirked, sitting next to Sokka.

“You missed Zuko's chick that came by. She was fine.” Jet said.

Sokka rolled his eyes. “I've met Shoko before.”

“How did you and Shoko get together?” Haru asked Zuko.

“By chance at a restaurant.”

Sokka smirked. “After Zuko had just spilled his entire dinner on his shirt.”

Zuko frowned. “Only because she tripped over her feet.”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “And you dutifully caught her before she fell, right?”

“Just barely.”

“And that's when you two decided to date?” Haru asked.

Zuko nodded. “Yeah, about then.”

“And how long ago was that Zuko?” Sokka asked.

Zuko answered casually. “Two weeks ago.”

“How are you doing in your love life Jet?”

Jet grinned. “Doing hot.” He gave Haru a quick grope on his butt.

“Jet.” Haru glared, embarrassed.

Jet looked at Haru innocently. “What?”

“Not in public.”

Jet pointed to Sokka and Zuko. “They're not public.”

“Ever think he might be talking about everyone else in the coffee shop?” Sokka asked.

“Nope, they're not paying attention to us.” Jet said.

“They just saw you grope my butt.” Haru pointed out.

“That can be interpreted as a friend grab.”

“Friend grabs don't usually involve two boys and an ass.” Sokka informed Jet.

“You obviously don't spend much time in the locker room.”

“I don't have gym until next semester. Besides, most of the guys in out school aren't strait.” Sokka thought of when he had been getting hit on Friday as Shoko.

Jet raised an eyebrow. “Are you kidding? 95% of the guys at our school drool over the cheer leaders and peek in the girls locker room.”

“I said all the way strait.” Sokka argued.

“You just said straight.” Jet said.

“Fine, I meant all the way strait.”

“And you're not one to talk about peeking in on girls, Jet. You do it too.” Zuko added.

“Yeah, but I'm bi.”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “We know Jet.”

Jet just shrugged, drinking his drink.

“So are you two serious, or just a fling?” Sokka pointed to Jet and Haru.

“Serious.” Haru replied immediately.

Zuko was more blunt. “How long have you two been doing it?”

Haru turned bright red, choking on his drink. “Well, um...”

Jet gave a thumbs up. “Seven months.”

Haru mumbled into his drink. “They didn't need to know that.”

“You have Haru and you still want Shoko?” Sokka asked.

“Hey, I can admire a hot ass.” Jet grinned. “I wouldn't mind a threesome. A guy can fantasize.”

Sokka rolled his eyes again. “And you don't have a problem with that Zuko?” Sokka turned to Zuko.

Zuko shrugged. “I'm use to Jet talking about banging the whole school.” Zuko smirked. “Or it banging him.”

Jet frowned.

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Ja min’na-san.