Duckshots!

The Making of Scrooge McDuck! (Scrooge)

2017 Ducktales - pre canon
Trans!Scrooge
(Slight) Goldie x Scrooge

Dresses sucked. They were big; bulky; and, worst of all, pink! It only took Scotlyn six years to realize she didn't like them. That wasn't the only thing she didn't like. She hated the fuss her sisters and mother made over appearances. As long as she wasn't covered in dirt, she thought she should be fine for dinner, but that was not the case in her mother's eye. That should've been her first clue she was different.

Scotlyn also disliked tea time, gossip, cooking, and cleaning. Not that her sister enjoyed them, but they did more than her. It got old fast, and she was a nonstop fountain of complaints. Although she never complained on those days that she had to work with her father. Those days she got to wear her father's hand-me-downs because her mother didn't want any of the dresses ruined. The days where they were in fields for hours at a time, only to cool off in the creek.

Today she had made the mistake of going into town with her father in his old clothes, which didn't bother her. She actually preferred them. However, if her mother found out, she was doomed. As she helped her father load hay into their cart, a hand landed on her head, making the old hat she was wearing cover her eyes.

"Fergus!" the man who owned the hand called. It was a dear friend of her father's she had met only once or twice before. "Where did you pull this lad from, hey?! He's an awfully hard worker. I might need to borrow him."

"Well, that's up to Scotlyn? What do you say?" Her father called back.

She noticed her father didn't correct him. Maybe he too, was afraid of her mother finding out she had gone out in his old clothes. She looked up at the man, whose hand dropped to her shoulder.

"Any time, sir," she offered.

"Well, I'll take you up on that lad!" The man walked off with a nod.

That was the first time anyone mistaken her for a boy and wasn't as upset as it should've been. Mother would've been devastated. However, Scotlyn could only think of how he called her a hard worker, and she smiled all the way home. She didn't know why that made her happy, but after the encounter, her mother had a harder time getting her to wear dresses.

Her mother still got her into a gown on an odd occasions, such as her first day of school. She had special instructions not to get it dirty. When she and her sister came back, not only was it dirty, but all three of the sisters were scraped up and bruised. Their mother demanded an explanation.

"Well, we were outside for lunch," Matilda started.

"I was done and decided to play. All the boys were climbing this tree, so I thought I'd join them!" Scotlyn explained. Their mother gasped in disapproving horror.

"They kick Scotty to the ground, mum! We couldn't let them get away with it!" Matilda shouted, throwing her arms around Scotlyn protectively.

"Scotty?" Downy asked.

"That's Scotlyn's new nickname!" Hortense explained impatiently. "We couldn't stand by and watch Scotty get hurt. Family helps family."

"I'm not proud you got in a fight, but sticking up for your sister was the right thing to do. However, it's not ladylike to call your sister such a boyish name," their mother explained as their father walked in.

"Let it be, Downy. They're just kids."

"Just kids? It's downright improper, Fergus," she gasped.

"Since when have any of them been proper?" Fergus huffed, making his way to the kitchen.

"You really like it, daddy?" Scotty bounced after father, who only grumbled. It was a better response than the signature face of disapproval from her mother.