#transdipper

Ok since the Gravity falls fandom has just EXPLODED since the Book of Bill released (IM STILL MAKING MY WAY THROUGH IT, IM JUST CURRENTLY TRAVELING AND HAVENT FOUND THE MOTIVATION TO READ😭)

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So I originally planning to do this same idea by doing animation for my hoe friend but of course I can't animate properly and it's not a good program for me personally

So like a month later I just decided to draw it instead since that's what I'm best at and I didn't want to completely give up on the idea

And normally when you think of Trans AU/Headcanon It's normally F - M (Female to Male) for Dipper so I kept it as an option but like..

Everyone dose it

so I wanted to be original and do M - F (my friend helped me pick which one mostly)

And no I don't hate the whole trans theory just because I debunked it I just hate that it's a theory with the low evidence it haves I'd just keep it as a AU or a headcanon just for fun but hey that's just my opinion

But anyway let's not being that into this

And explain the drawing and whole background of it

I'm not a known or professional short story writer on here or anywhere so don't expect any perfection from me. 😅

Gonna use she pronounons by the way.

So this is like Male Dipper transitioning into female basically Mabel was the first she told because they have a twin trust that no one can break Mabel was very happy and proud her for coming out but it was time to tell the stans she was very nervous and had no idea how to bring up that she's female stuck in a male's body so being the great sister Mabel is she made Dipper his own personal sweater with a Transgender flag on it gave him one of her purple skirts and encouraged him to go downstairs and let the Stans see her then come out Dipper was sweating like crazy but kept his confidence up still looking adorable though,and luckily and of course the Stans were very supportive of her and started using She/Her pronounons. Even later in the day Ford was talking and Dipper and Mabel stumbled into what he was talking about saying "My nieces" Dipper managed to hear since he was in the room next door and came and cried,He later came out to Wendy,Soos, they're parents and such they felt the same as the Stans and of course many people weren't happy and said not so good things about her transition but she didnt let them get to her and continue to push through her journey,soon buying feminine clothes,getting excited and happy about hormone pills for the first time,getting the big surgery,and getting off shoulder sweaters just to show off that she finally got a bra,and such.

Dipper is still the nervous reck,awkward,adventurous,Ford fangirl that she always was.

She dosent fully prefer being a girly girl exactly but she'll wear something girly if she just wanted to that day or mostly for some special event

A ponytail,shorts/Jeans (Sometimes a skirt),any shirt or sweater that's comfy is her favorite style so nothing gets in the way while she explores or slay or get hurt by any jerks and monsters and a human dorito

[S]Who's her bae

And yeah she's 15 and Bi in this Au

But yeah I decided to keep some of Dipper's clothing pallete

I'm suppppper happy on how it turned out pretty much everything even Ford because I normally draw him terrible

Happy new year! anyways here are the Mystery Twins this is the first time I actually finished drawing them together lol.

Other chapters 

I am so sorry that this took me so long. I promised it months ago and I suck, but with gravity falls ending, my feels are all over the place and thus, my muse for this has returned full-force. Here we go:

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It was impossible to feel normal when confined to such a small and brightly lit space. 

Dipper had a loathing of being confined, of being trapped and locked away. It was part claustrophobia, part cleithrophobia; but mostly it was just an extension of how he felt all the time in his own body: trapped. Confined. Locked in. What was worse; this boxed-in space had bright lights overhead and two angled mirrors. The only way to not catch a glimpse of himself was to close his eyes. 

Not only was he trapped, but he was trapped by himself; with himself.

A banging on the door makes Dipper jump, and he only relaxes slightly when it is Robbie’s voice on the other side of the wood, “Are you almost done? I’m starved and you’ve been in there for over a half-hour. Get a move on, loser!” A pause before the same voice mumbles a nearly silent, “I thought shopping with my mom was bad. Fucking hell...”

Dipper sighs, locking eyes with himself in the mirror, and an array of Dippers frown back at him. The mirrors reflect off each other, creating the illusion of an endless line of Dippers. None of them quite right, and all of them looking small and pathetic and out of place. 

There is a small pile of clothes in the corner, and while each outfit fit, and felt more comfortable than anything he would’ve been forced to try on back home, none of them feel right. Or, rather, he doesn’t feel right in any of them. All his curves and angles were in the wrong spots. He felt like a paint-by-number where the artist ignored the color guide and didn’t even bother to stay inside the lines. It was body dysmorphia. Or gender dysmorphia. He could never keep the two separated in his head, and it didn’t help that his only interaction with the words and descriptions where online definitions and special chatrooms. It was strange that the place he was allowed to feel and be most like himself: the internet, was a place which his body didn’t exist. It made him tingly to think about.

Robbie pounds on the door again and Dipper shouts out that he’ll be out in a minute. He tries to get his own clothes back on without looking at himself, but as he pulls on his pants he catches his reflection again. It takes everything in him to not go into a full panic. Instead he takes long, deep breathes. And he fixates. He pulls at his skin and glares at himself. He is too skinny, too pale, and too helpless to fix any of it. The only saving grace was the binder that hid his upper chest. It was true, that it wasn’t something he needed yet. At least not until puberty hit. But it helped. He didn’t have to look at how pale skin gave way to pink skin; didn’t have to think about what he might look like in a few years without it.

When he steps out of the dressing room, he feels less like himself than he has in weeks, clothes overflowing from his arms. Robbie huffs out an annoyed string of words and brings them to the front to pay while Dipper just wraps his arms around himself as tight as possible. He doesn’t even protest when Robbie pays, nor does he complain when Robbie picks out where they are going to eat.

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Dipper pokes at his food, has been for the last 20 minutes, and Robbie has been silent the entire time, swallowing his food and going back for seconds before even noticing the untouched food on the other boy’s tray. 

“You’re not going to buff up by just looking at your food.” He remarks, and goes back to eating his own food so he misses the dark look Dipper sends his way.

Dipper ends up throwing out the food. Hos body doesn’t feel like his, and he can’t bring himself to care about feeding it.

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Even though the clothes Robbie bought are nice, and they have the benefit of being new and something he picked out from a wider selection, the heavy does of dysmorphia is still clinging to him, weighing him down and making everything harder. Making him cranky and snippy and the worse version of himself.

 Dipper knows that the new clothes are helping, knows that his old clothes needed to be washed and spent some time off his body, but how often in the past two days that he was forced to look at his naked body was getting to him. Clawing at him. It was easy to ignore what laid under his layers when he never had to encounter it, but now that Dipper has a new set of clothing, he has no realistic reasons left to not change regularly. He was now forced to undress and redress. He was forced to be reminded of how alien his body was.

Ford idly makes a comment about Dipper’s new vest and for some reason it makes his blood boil. He didn’t like people noticing his body or what was on it. 

He ends up snapping at Grenda twice, and then Candy once, causing the first girl to punch him, and the second one to cry. He gets thrown out by Mabel and kicks the shop door on his way out.

He walks for two miles, trying to clear his head, but the pain and confusion just build up instead. By the time he hits the three mile mark he is fuming with a boiling range. He doesn’t know what to do with it, and so he just keeps walking, until the anger literally blinds him. 

He sees black over his vision and he tries to fight it. This... anger terrifies him. He hates this part of himself, as well. Sometimes, it feels like he hates every single part of himself. 

He pulls out his cellphone and calls Robbie. Then he blacks out.

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When he comes to, he is in a car, and there is a warm weight around him. It takes him a few moments to realize that he is in Robbie’s car, a blanket wrapped around him. Robbie’s voice filters through his ears, and after a few words, he picks up what the other boy is saying.

“..... Yea, nothing better to do on a Saturday. Fucking kid. Fucking bullshit. You’re overflowing with fucking bullshit, dude.” It isn’t said in amusement, or as a careless drone of words like his insults usually are. They carry weight. Robbie is all closed off and brooding again, slamming shut the metaphorical door with a snipped, “you’re overall an okay dude. Even kind of cool sometimes. But right now you’re being fucking pathetic. Which makes you fucking pathetic at the moment.” 

The words run down Dipper’s back like ice water. He knows he wasn’t meant to hear them, and somehow that makes them hurt even more. “I didn’t ask for your help. You clearly don’t want to be here so just leave. Stop bothering with me.”

Robbie jumps, letting out a curse, before his fingers tighten on the steering wheel, his knuckles going white, “that’s you’re problem, Pines. I’m fucking here, aren’t I? And, by the way, you called me. So don’t pull that card you little shit. You walk around like you’re so much better than everyone and you jump down everyone’s throat all the time. Look the fuck around, Dipper. Everyone in this town is a nutter of some kind. You really think anyone notices or cares that you’re-”

“-I’m not a nutter.” They are pulling up the Mystery Shack as Dipper’s voice breaks.

“God. I didn’t- You see, this is what I mean. You walk around like you’re the only one dealing with shit. I might not get what you’re dealing with but I do know what it’s like to be born.. Wrong. So get the fuck over yourself.”