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torra-and-the-toons · 1 year

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Not sure if you know about the interview with storyboard artist Joel Dickie, where he mentioned he pictured Edd as a woman in the future, and also not completely sure if this is up your alley, but: writing prompt "can I tell you a secret?", with Dee having a heart-to-heart with Eddy about gender identity?

I do know about it! I fully and whole-heartedly love the idea of Trans Edd! In fact, I very vividly remember when watching the show as a kid, there was a brief time when I seriously thought Edd was a girl, same with Jimmy tbh.

It was something silly too that made me think that, like an early season when Edd wore his towel over his nips like a girl would and that's what made my child brain wonder if Edd was actually a girl. Jimmy I only realized was a boy upon rewatching ed edd n eddy in my 20's. Throughout my whole childhood I was legitimately confused why they showed Jimmy shirtless in his swimsuit lmao!

I'm just a little hesitant to write for the headcanon because I don't have a lot of knowledge or experience in what it's like transitioning like that, and I'm terrified of misrepresenting people who are trans in real life, so I usually leave it to people who know better than I do.

But I'll take a crack at it for you, I'm sorry if it's poorly depicted.

#13 "Can I tell you a secret?" Edd/Eddy, trans!Edd (I use she/her for Edd, but she still has the same name because I'm not creative enough to think of one right now, sorry.)

It was incredible, really… how truly shameless Eddy was at times, Edd discovered one day as the man in question burst into her room, unannounced with yet another dirty magazine in hand.

“Hey, Double Dee! Check out my new mag!” rips through the veil of peaceful silence like a machete, startling Edd so badly that she nearly fell off her desk chair. She cast a wild glance at Eddy, who was already trudging happily through her room to plop himself down on her bed like he owned the place. Really, who could believe this guy?!

“There’s an invention called knocking, Eddy, have you heard of it?!” she quipped angrily.

Eddy ignored her words, instead he held out his new magazine with a smug grin. “Check it out! It’s a vintage edition playboy! Can you believe it?!” he exclaimed, barely able to contain his stifled chuckles of excitement.

Edd’s stomach dropped when her eyes skimmed over the risqué cover. Even before she started questioning her gender identity, such magazines always made her vaguely uncomfortable. It felt wrong to even look at them, to indulge in the objectifying of a woman’s body. How Eddy could read them so callously was beyond her. Even still, she couldn’t ignore the pang of envy she felt, to have such a beautiful form to flaunt must be nice.

Edd cleared her throat. “Really, Eddy? Another paycheck down the drain to fuel your never-ending sex-drive?”

Eddy’s brows furrowed. “No! We found this in my brother’s room when we were cleaning it out, tucked away in a hidden corner! It’s a one of a kind and now it’s all mine!” he cackled as he threw himself onto his back and opened the cover.

“You better not be thinking of doing anything indecent on my bed…” Edd said pointedly.

“Relax! I’m just lookin’!”

“Did you have a point in barging into my room? Other than to flaunt your crude magazine?”

“Don’t you want in on this Hot Babe Action?!” Eddy snickered, flapping about his magazine in a tantalizing manner. “Aren’t you a man? Where’s your sense of adventure?!”

Edd bit her lip so hard, she nearly drew blood. All at once she was hit with a wall of anxiety. She’d never told Eddy the truth, or anyone else for that matter, despite battling with her gender identity for the better half of a year now. She was afraid of the reactions of her peers, but more importantly her dearest friends, and her deepest crush.

But right now, it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide it. She drew in a shaking breath in an attempt to steady her rattled nerves. This wasn’t how she was expecting her day to go, but today would be the day she would talk about this with him.

Eddy hadn’t seemed to pick up on her anxious shift in body language as he went back to skimming the pages. Edd swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Would you like me if I looked like them?” she asked, her voice small and trembling.

Eddy peeked over the pages, his brows furrowed in confusion. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

“The girls on your magazine… would you like me if I looked like them?” she repeated.

Eddy was dreadfully quiet for entirely too long as his gaze flickered between the pages and Edd. Finally, he let out a breathy chuckle.

“You feelin’ okay, Sockhead?”

Edd’s palms clammed up. That wasn’t quite the response she’d hoped for… She was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to backpedal her way out of this conversation but used every ounce of her willpower to stay strong.

He needed to hear this.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Finally, Eddy seemed to pick up on the seriousness in the atmosphere as he sat up, watching Edd curiously. “Yea, of course.”

Edd’s heart was pounding so hard, she swore Eddy could see it beating through the fabric of her shirt. “I don’t identify as a man… not anymore.”

She desperately wished she could see what Eddy was thinking as he processed what she told him. For a solid minute, he merely stared blankly at her. There was no sign of disgust, at least, she thought to herself hopefully.

Realizing he’d been silent for too long, Eddy cleared his throat awkwardly. “Wait… for real?” he practically squeaked.

“Yes,” Edd affirmed. “Are you that surprised? I’ve never been the epidemy of masculinity like you.”

“N-No, I’m just--... You want to be a woman?”

“I’d appreciate it if you addressed me as such, yes,” Edd explained as calmly as she could muster.

Eddy fell silent again. She knew deep down that he was merely processing this information, but right now his silence was the loudest sound in existence. She wanted to hear his true thoughts, not stare at a blank face.

“Do you hate me for it?” She found the question escape her before she could stop it, and nearly clasped her own hands over her mouth in regret.

“Of course not!” Eddy answered almost immediately, his conviction clear in his assertive tone. By now, his new magazine had been cast aside, forgotten about momentarily in this newfound moment between them.

“You’ve been my best friend since we were kids, nothing will change that!” Eddy explained. “It’s just… a lot to take in.”

His words lifted the heavy blanket of anxiety that had draped over Edd’s shoulders. Eddy may be a crude and brutish man, but to have his acceptance meant to world to her, more than he may ever know.

“And for the record…” Eddy began awkwardly, clearing his throat. His cheeks turned a shade darker as he averted his eyes bashfully. “You might not be a playboy model, but… you are still an attractive girl… just sayin’.”

Edd couldn’t help but to smile. “Thank you, Eddy.”

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