DSMP trans oneshots

TransTommy

Idk, Christmas special ig.
Merry Christmas yall :) you made it another year. Congrats.  I'm so proud of you.

"GIVE GIVE!" The blonde gestured grabby hands towards the taller brunette who only rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face, immediately giving in he passed the wrapped box to his boy he saw as his brother.
"Alright, fine." He let go as Tommy immediately snatched the box from Wilbur.
"It's from all of us" Phil chimed in.

Exited, the younger ripped the decorative paper off of the unknown object, just revealing a plain old box.
He put it next to his ear and shook it, it made no sound.

"You're playin me" he glared, "is this really just an empty box?"

"Nono its not empty, you'll love it, just open it up and see." the brunette beamed proudly, overly exited for the blondes reaction.
This was awfully suspicious to Tommy, believing there was a certain punchline to a joke he was about to encounter.

"Don't patronise me, Wilbur." He glared, but curiosity got the best of him, almost immediately forcing him to subconsciously start opening the box...

To reveal another, slightly smaller, identical box.

"You gotta be kidding me." The boy deadpanned.
The piglin let out a low chuckle from the counter where he was unwrapping his own gifts.
"Shut up, Blade"

"Remember that's from me aswell" the hybrid reminded, tearing his attention away from his own gift, "I have the ability and authority to take it away just as fast as I contributed to it and helped it into your possession." He threatened.

"Nope." Phil intervened, "no you don't." He sighed.

"Alright everyone shut up" Wilbur ordered, "and let Tommy open his gift."

The blonde eyed Wilbur for a moment, intrigued by the boys eagerness, suspicious of his excitement.
(Insert sussy imposter sounds)

He opened the box.

Another fucking box.

"Oh for fu-"

"language." Phil interrupted.

"WHY IS IT JUST BOXES???" He questioned.

"Just keep opening them and find out!" The brunette retorted, trying not to laugh.
Phil sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "was the box inside a box really necessary?" He asked.
"Yes. Yes it was."

The box which was originally slightly bigger than the boys torso, was soon stripped of its boarders to reveal a much much smaller box after what felt like hours of yelling and unwrapping, almost 1/10 of its original size.

"This is a cruel prank." Tommy pouted, opening it to reveal yet another box, "and a waste of cardboard."

"Oh no, this is how wars start." Techno muttered under his breath from the table, earning a small chuckle from Phil.

"It's not, I swear." Wilbur promised, silently enjoying the youngers suffering. He knew the end result was too good for a small box.

"Can you at least explain why so many boxe- OMG ANOTHER FRICKIN BOX!" He screamed, making Phil purse his lips as he tried his best not to burst out into a fit of laughter. He too knew the end result would be worth it.

"Well you see" Wilbur started, "we got you something really great. But giving it to you as it was just seemed... so small" he shrugged, "and so we made it appear bigger and more exiting!"

Tommy sighed, "fine. I hope it's worth it."

It is.

It was another three boxes later that he finally pulled out...

"An envelope?" He questioned, baffled.

"Oh my god just look inside, please." Wilbur begged, unable to contain his excitement any longer.

The blonde teared the top off and pulled the folded paper out. It looked important? Confidential kind of important, printed and all in neat font, multiple pages all double sided.
"What is..." he trailed off, starting to read the letter.

Skimming over the introduction, he stopped at one phrase in particular.
"You're appointment for your top surgery has been booked for ********..." he whispered aloud, "no way..." it didn't feel real.
"You guys... you didn't... nah, nono this... wait how..." he felt tears sting his eyes as he looked up at his family, "if this is a joke, I swear I will hunt you down till every last one of your canon lives' are-"

"It's not a joke, Tommy. It's not fake, nor is it in any way made to deceive you." Phil reassured.
"We noticed that you had been researching it a lot recently and started saving. We thought we might help out."

"But... the money..." he tripped over his own words, like his brain was lagging, he was absolutely dumbfounded, he couldn't believe it, "it's so much, how did you... how did you get that... like how... I don't understand." He covered his mouth his a shaky hand as he gripped the letter with the other. He don't believe it was possible.

"We got enough together, and a few others chipped in too, though they sadly couldn't all be here to see your reaction." Wilbur answered.

"Who?"

"It's on the last page at the back" Techno pointed out.

He pulled the back page out revealing a list of names.
He read them out loud, mentally thanking each, taking note to thank them in person as soon as possible.
"Wow... Ranboo, Tubbo, Niki, Quackity, Bad, Skeppy, wow even Sapnap and George, Purpled and Eret too..." he listed, the list only continued from there, almost everyone he knew had pitched in.
He had a lot of people to thank.

"So... this is really happening?" He asked, reading the pages again and again.

"Sure is"