DipperXRobbie Chapter 2

It was around 6 o'clock when Dipper and Robbie returned to the Mystery Shack. The two chattered away happily as they walked, but they both stopped dead as they saw the looming building ahead.

“Alright, we should probably split up here,” Dipper said, making sure no one else was in sight. Once he confirmed they were along, he leaned over to Robbie and gave him a bear hug. Robbie  laughed and ruffled his hair. “Heh, yeah. So... Yeah. Guess I'll see ya tomorrow? … Dipster?” His awful attempt at a pet name made him cringe, but Dipper merely smiled as he stood on his tip toes to face the bigger boy.

“Don't call me Dipster, man,” Dipper whispered as he gave his boyfriend a peck on the lips. Robbie returned the favor as the two began to smooch, Robbie slowly sliding his hand down Dipper's back. The younger boy kissed his beau on the neck softly, relishing his touch. Then suddenly, Robbie stopped, pushing Dipper away. “OH GOD, THIS IS SO GAY” Robbie nearly hyperventilated as his mind raced. This was the fourth time today he remembered he was dating a boy, and the fourth time he nearly had a panic attack. Hell, he nearly collapsed after Dipper gave him a blowjob in a dark alley earlier. Dipper sighed, fed up with Robbie's outbursts. Damn it, his first relationship and he had to deal with the constant freaking out. Giving Robbie a quick hug, he mumbled, “Yeah, yeah, you big baby...” He let go before Robbie could freak out again and walked to the Shack, giving an awkward backwards wave to the guy behind him.

 

He made it inside and silently sit down in front of the TV, trying to keep his face as blank as possible. He thought about the impromptu date he had gone on. His mind remained stuck on this through dinner as Grunkle Stan and Mabel stared at him.

“Hey, kid. You ok?” His caretaker had tried to ignore his nephew's silence, but watching kid so stone-faced was killing him. He decided to get him out of his shell a little bit.

“So... Anyone see anything go in my room today?” This broke Dipper out of his daydreams as he stare at Stan.

“What? Did anything happen? Because I-uhhhh... I thought I heard Gideon laughing. I mean, maybe I was just imagining. But I did hear something about horses...”

Stan's face became blank as he heard this. Quietly, he stood up and walking upstairs into his room. There were sounds of shuffling, metal clanking, and the unusual sound of a box of rocks being shaken. He walked back past the table, loading a shotgun with shells. The kids stared silently as their uncle, pumping the gun, whispered “If the police ask, I was sleeping.” he walked out through the gift shop, the kids following him.

“Grunkle Stan?,” Mabel anxiously asked. “What are you doing?”

“Just takin' a walk, kid. To Gideon's.”

Grunkle Stan got into his car and after a few seconds of starting up, he speed off down the road into town. The twins looked at each for a few moments, worried about Stan. Suddenly, Mabel realized hat she could put her plan into action. Grinning, she said to Dipper, “Heeeeeey. Wanna see something cool?”

“Only if it's not another squirrel,” he muttered as he followed her inside.

 

“Come on, it's up here!” Mabel giggled and skipped up the attic stairway, ready for the big reveal. Dipper followed, thinking that she had just found a cat or something. The second he stepped into their room, Mabel ran behind him and locked the door.

“IKNOWYOUANDROBBIEAREGOINGOUT!” Excitedly, she pinched his cheeks, blushing hard herself.

“Oh, you two are just so CUTE! Did you go out?” Dipper felt like someone dropped a bomb in his stomach. The embarrassment of the situation rushed to them as his sister shook him, waiting for an answer. As he opened his mouth, she quickly remarked, “I saw you both come out of Grunkle Stan's room earlier!” Suddenly, her face turned to disgust.

“But seriously, an elephant and a horse? What did you guys do in there? Did you...”

She looked around to make sure no one was in earshot.

“Did you give him a Cleveland Steamer?”

“Jesus, no! Ugh, why would ANYONE do that?” He shuddered at the very thought. “No, we just... Hey, wait! I don't have to stand for this!”

Indignation at his sister prying into his business, he turned to leave.

“Wait! Don't you wanna see why I brought you up here for?” Dipper stood there pondering on what to do next. Finally, his curiosity overwhelmed him and he turned, his arms crossed.

“Alright, sis. What is it?”

“Ok, ok... So, you know how Robbie almost puked earlier about that 'I'm not gay' thing?”

Dipper nodded, having been through happening many more times that day.

“Weeeeeeeell, I  have something that might turn him around.” She reached under her bed and pulled out a box and held it out to her brother, smiling the hardest that Dipper had ever seen her smile. Giving her a suspicious look, he place the box onto his bed and opened it.

Inside were panties, stockings, a purple skirt, and Mabel's classic rainbow-star sweater. He stared at this box from a good while, Mabel gushing behind him.

“See? If you dress like a girl, then Robbie'll stop being such a wimp.” Mabel stopped and seemed to relish the next words she said.

“Your boyfriend will think you're so cute, Dipper!” She fell back on her bed and roll for a bit, watching her brother's reaction. Silently, he covered the box up and slowly walked to the door. His sister ran over  and blocked his exit, waving her hands.

“Whoa, hey. Where are ya goin'?”

“I'm GOING outside.” He tried to push her out of the way, but she held firm.

“Dipper! This is what you need this to save your relationship!”

“NO! I am a MAN, Mabel! Men don't dress up like their sister!

“Oh yeah!” The girl gave him a little smirk before drop the bomb on him. “Men don't put other guy's junk in their mouths! IN AN ALLEY!”

Dipper stepped back as him face flush redder than it ever had before. He wanted to yell at her, to argue with her. Hell, he especially wanted to punch her square in her smug face. But he couldn't. He knew she was right. And the true hurt. He quickly turned so Mabel wouldn't see his face.

Mabel heard sniffling, follow by the plink of something hitting the dusty old floorboards. As she watched his back heave slightly, she realized what she had done.

“Oh... Ah, no...” Mabel  walked over and draped her arms around around her brother, who was trying desperately not to make a sound.

“Dipper... I'm sorry, OK?” He turned to her, his face red, tears slowly streaming out of his eyes as his sister tried to comfort him.

“You're still a man, Dipper. I mean, look at Manly Dan and that weird skinny guy that follows him around. I'm pretty sure they're doing some stuff together, if you know what I mean. Wait... Who is that guy any-”

He interrupted her  mid-thought as he covered his face with his hands, sobbing as he started to break down. Then, he lost it. His restraint was gone as he covered his face, bawling. Mabel quickly hugged him, his face buried in her sweater as he continued to cry.

He wasn't a man. He had screwed a guy, went out with him on a date, and gave him a BJ in an alley. It wasn't just that, though. All day, he felt giddy, like his heart was full of helium. He stood close to Robbie, taking every opportunity to touch him, to hug him, to kiss him. He skipped alongside him when no one had watched. He found himself listening intently to whatever Robbie had said anything. And worst of all, he felt himself wishing that Robbie would keep him safe forever. This change in feelings made Dipper feel weak, as though he had just lost his arms. He had always wanted to be a strong manly man that took no crap, but here he was, cuddling up to another boy, kissing him on the chin as they hung out in the guy's room.  And it was killing him. He couldn't take loving Robbie like this, but he couldn't go on living without it, either. So he cried. He sobbed and wept into his sister's sweater as she rubbed his back silently. This went on for the next five minutes, until he just couldn't cry anymore. Out of tears, his self-control returned to him, and he realized what had just happened. He was ashamed of everything that he had done that day, so he did the only thing he could do. He hide in Mabel's sweater for two more minutes.

For those minutes, he thought about what to do next. He could leave now and act like this never happened. Still, Mabel would know. He couldn't run out like this. He was a man! Yeah. No. He wasn't a man.

Then, suddenly, as if she had read his mind, Mabel murmured, “You're still a man... If you wren't you wouldn't have saved be from those gnomes, or the ghosts.” Hearing this, his mind flipped back to those battles. He remember being terrified, but he still came out on top. Yeah, Mabel defeated Jeff, and yeah, Dipper danced around in a lamb suit to free his friends, but he still fought! He still conquered! Hell, he beat a multibear with only a spear! And he couldn't forget his battle with Wax Sherlock Holmes, either. He was a man, damn it, and no matter what happened, he'd always be a man. A new sense of relief flooded his body as he realized that he could wear girl's clothes, fuck Robbie, and still take down anything that came before him. He might let Robbie defend him from a robber or the like, but Dipper could jump in if necessary.

Dipper suddenly stood up, looking at the box full woman's clothing. Although he was snifling, he knew  felt at peace inside. Mabel stood up and whispered, “Are you OK now?, to her brother. He nodded, then turned her, his voice cracking.

“Yeah... I...Thanks. Mabel.” He turned away, his face full of embarrassment.

“No prob,” she replied, a small smile on her face. “So. What now?”

He know his answer, but he had to gather the courage to say it.

“Do you want to wear it?” Mabel quietly asked. Welp, she just saved him some embarrassment. He nodded silently, keeping himself turned away. “Ok, bro,” she whispered as she walked over to the door.

 

After the door opened and closed, he took the top off the box, examining it's contents. Pulling out the sweater and skirt and setting them aside, he dumped the rest of the box onto the bed. So many colors and patterns... Sorting through them, picked out a pair of pink panties with white kittens decorating it. Cute. Blushing, he stripped naked and started to slide them on. It took him a few seconds, but he got them on with no trouble. They were tight on his tiny hips, but not uncomfortable. He moved his body around to get used the the feel of something so tight. He bend his body around and stretched his legs, feeling silly as he got used to the underwear. He noticed the mirror in the cornet of the room, and decided to see what he really looked like. Pulling it over, he gazed into it, seeing a cute, feminine boy only wearing panties. His skin was smooth and hairless with no

 He flinched when he first saw it, disturbed that he had even done this. However, after a few more seconds, he began to pose. His turned around, looking at his ass in the mirror. As  much as it killed him to think this, he had to admit that his butt looked pretty good in his panties. After making a few more poses, he gave himself a thorough look at himself. The thing that stuck out the most was, obviously, his dick, bulging out of his underwear. He sat on the floor and held his legs up, commenting on how good he looked. After a few minutes of this, he was finally satisfied with the way he looked. He walked over and thought about which stockings to pick. After some deliberate, he decided to go with plain white. He sat down and slid them on, already admiring how they looked. He checked himself in the mirror, softly rubbing his legs. He had to admit, the feeling of nylon of his legs made him feel good. He started to get aroused, but he quickly shook his head, eager to put on the rest of his clothes. Eager, huh? By this time, his shame of dressing like this was fading fast. He pulled up the skirt onto his waist and pulled the sweater over his head. He poked his head into his view of the mirror, a bit nervous about how he would look. Taking a deep breath, he walked in front of the mirror and looked at himself. He was shocked to see a short-haired Mabel looking back at him. He was such a cute girl. He blushed happily as he turned about, looking at himself. He was ready. Opening up the door, he looked around for his sister. Sneaking downstairs, he saw her on the chair watching TV. Taking a deep breath, he walking into the room. Glancing his way, Mabel instantly started jumping in place excitedly.

“OHMYGAWDYOUDIDIT!” she squealed ad she ran to hug her brother. “Oh, you look SO good! And you remind me of someone, too.” Exploding with excitement, Dipper calmed her down until she was no longer bouncing off the ceiling. Gaining control of herself, she cleared her throat.

“Ok. So, what are ya gonna do now?”

Dipper instantly knew what hew was going to do. “I thin I'll pay Robbie a little visit,” he said a bit too proudly.

“Oooooh! Looks like you need to do something with your hair, then.” She ran off , only to return instantly with a hairdressing kit. Dipper sat crosslegged in front of the chair as Mabel sat behind him, working on his hair. Examining his hair, she decided to brush out his hair a bit. After that, she used some barrettes to hold his hair up into a curly bob. Taking a few seconds to look at it from all angles, she was pleased.

“Alright, bro, it's done!” She handed him a mirror so he could inspect his new 'doo. His hair looked similar, but it was brushed out and shaped up a bit. Still, even with this lack of relvolutionary changes, he really looked like a girl now. Beaming widely, stood up and hugged her.

“Thanks so much, Mabel! I feel so... good now!” He jumped and twirled a bit, giddy about his changes.

“No problem, Dipper. And remember, you're a girl now! Now you get to cry in a movie without any fat guy calling you beta again, whatever that means.”

Dipper shuddered as he remembered the neckbeard's jeers, his Cheeto-dust covered fingers pointing into his very soul. But there was no time for nostalgia! Now, he had a job to do. Thanking his sister again, we walked out of the shack, making sure to play himself off as Mabel as he skipped down the road.

 

The trip to Robbie had been uneventful. There was no one on the streets at all, so he didn't have to do a Mabel impression to get past anyone. It actually disappointed him a bit. He had wanted to test out his newly found girlishness before meeting Robbie. Still, no one else had found out about his recent... changes, and he preferred to keep it that way. He hopped the back gate at Robbie's house in an attempt to be secretive. The teen's parent's might have been home, and Dipper didn't want this to get uncomfortable. Once he was in Robbie's yard, he made his way towards a tall tree with a branch brushing against a second floor window. After taking a quick minute to stretch his limbs, he began scaling the tree, making sure not to get his sweater dirty. With little hassle, he made it to the outstretched branch. Luckily for him, the branch was thick, so he had no problem leaning over and knocking on the window. Peering inside, he saw various generic looking rock band posters, many of which looked as if they were parodies of real bands. His examination of the room ended when Robbie's face appeared in the window, looking right at him. His heart fluttering a bit,  Dipper gave a little wave at his boyfriend, his cheeks blushing lightly. Robbie wrenched open the window and let the small boy in, staring at him with a confused look.

“Uh... Mabel?” he stared at Dipper intensely. “You got any good reason to be here? Jumpin' around on my tree? Looking in my room?”

Dipper's face blushes redder as he stuttered, “Robbie, I'm not-I'm only kinda dressed as...”

Fumbling around with his words for a while, he finally blurted out, “It's me, Dipper.”

Robbie's eyes widened as he looked over the boy, his brain slowly realizing that the girl in front him was indeed Dipper. Giving him a cocky grin, Robbie kneeled down in front of the crossdressing boy. Patting his Dipper's cheeks, he said, “Wow... You look pretty good...” Dipper felt Robbie's hands reach up his thighs, gently squeezing him as he copped a feel on Dipper's butt. This was totally unexpected. Usually, Robbie would deny he was gay until he was fucking Dipper doggy-style. Hell, even afterwards, he'd maintain how not gay the gay sex he just had was. But now, Robbie gave no complaints as his hands roamed all over Dipper's supple, young body.

Dipper smiled and gave his man a neck hug, relieved that he didn't have to hear any bitching or forced attempts at machismo. Sighing softly, he melted into Robbie's arms as the other boy began to massage his ass cheeks, squishing them with his fingers as he felt up Dipper's panties from under his skirt. His dick began to stiffen from the groping, and he soon found himself craving Robbie's dick again. He began to slither down Robbie's chest to his pants, where he was pitching a sizable tent. He quickly unzipped the teen's jeans and pulled out the fully-erect cock. He quickly slid the meaty length into his mouth, savoring the feeling of the pulsating member in his throat as his ass was fondled even harder.

He bobbed on Robbie's cock for what felt like hours, the tinge of salty sweat in his mouth dissipating after a while of forcing more and more of the dick down his gullet.

“Shit, not now...” Robbie yanked Dipper's head off his prick, his head pulsating slightly.

“You didn't finish already, did you?” Dipper questioned nervously.

“If I did, your mouth would be fulla chowder right now.” The couple chuckled nervously at this as Dipper thought of what to do next. Deep in thought, he was interrupted by a hand clenching his ass. Robbie rest his head on Dipper's shoulder, caressing his chest as he fondled him.

“You know what we gotta do now, right kid?” Dipper gave a  slow nod, his face blushing deep red as he tried to hold back an embarrassed smile.

“Yeah, but I thought you were straight.” Dipper couldn't help but rib his boyfriend a bit about his denial. Robbie handwaved it away, saying “Hey man, I am straight. Just look atcha! One-hundred percent lady right here!” He growled suggestively, giving Dipper a deep kiss as the girly boy squeezed the teen's ass for once.

With a lusty look in his eyes, Dipper parted lips with Robbie, turned around and got down on all fours, giving his man a nice view of his supple ass. “Come on, Robbie. Want some more?” He smacked his ass, his ass jiggling a tiny bit as he beckoned the other boy. Almost instantly, Robbie mounted him, his erection rubbing on Dipper's ass as he kissed the girly boy on the neck. Moaning softly, the bottom pushed back with his ass, making the covered member press into his butthole a bit.

Robbie wasn't in the mood for teasing, and neither was Dipper. He unzipped his fly and smacked his cock against Dipper's panties, enjoying the soft cotton feel on him. Dipper was more than ready for what was to come as Robbie slid down his panties, exposing his genitals. Even his insistence on being straight couldn’t keep Robbie from licking Dipper's luscious cock, which was hard as a rock from his excitement about getting fucked again. Robbie tongue bathed Dipper for only a minute before squirting lube into his hand.

“Hmm?” Dipper looked back to see his boyfriend rubbing the gel onto his dick. Pursing his lips, he lifted his ass higher.

“I thought you liked my ass, hun.” Dipper was acting out a fantasy at this point. He knew Robbie wouldn't tell a soul about this, so what's the harm in a little added sexiness, even if it did make him sound like an older woman? Robbie gave a smirk as smacked his prick onto Dipper's cheeks.

“Oh, I like it a lot. Let me show you how much...” Too horny to think of doing anything else, he slowly pushed his tip into the young boy's hole. Dipper moaned softly as Robbie slowly began pushing in his sizable dick into the boy's moist ass. As soon as the teen bottomed out, the boy had to bury his head into a pillow to stop himself from moaning loud enough to alert Robbie's parents. As he grunted and moaned, Dipper suddenly felt Robbie's weight on his back, his hands on his chest, his lips on the back of his neck. Robbie humped Dipper for a few more minutes, grunting into his lover's ears as the boy returned the lusty sounds with a few of his own. Suddenly, Robbie pulled out and whispered to Dipper, “Let's try this on your back.” Dipper obliged, becoming incredibly self-conscious as he looked up at the larger boy. Then, he noticed that Robbie was blushing and sweating hard as he peered down at Dipper, biting his lower lip as he took in his feminine appearance. He stared at Dipper for a bit longer before slowly laying on to on Dipper, their noses touching.

“Hey...” Robbie gulped nervously as he looked at his boyfriend, who was resisting the strong urge to look away.

“Hey.” Dipper responded, as Robbie glanced away for a second. After an awkward ten seconds of this, Robbie began prodding his dick onto Dipper's ass, looking for the entrance but failing miserably. The guy nearly hyper-ventilated as he kept shifting his gaze from Dipper's face to Dipper's sweater.

“Whoa, man. Don't have a heart attack or anything, ok?” Dipper sat up and put his arms around Robbie, giving him a concerned look. “You good?” Robbie muttered something back, nodding quickly as he sit on the edge of the bed. But Dipper could tell what was going on just by the look in the teen's eyes. He climbed into Robbie's lap with the quickly and softness of a kitten, pushing the tip of his nose onto Robbie's. He held Robbie's face in place as soon as he tried to look away, forcing the boys to lock eyes.

“Chill out, okay?” Dipper gave Robbie a peck on the cheek and pushed him back onto the bed. He watched as the cross-dressing boy slid down on top on him, nibbling gently on his neck as he positioned his ass onto Robbie's hard member. Robbie sighed as he hugged the boy, whispering to him, “This is some straight-up faggot shit, kid.” As Dipper slid down Robbie's long shaft, he gasped back, “At least we're being faggots together, right?” Robbie groaned and punched the kid hard in the shoulder. "Whatever. Let's get this over with. Babe."

Even with the shoulder pains, he had to smile at Robbie's pet name.

Squeezing his ass, Robbie began thrusting up into Dipper, causing the boy to moan hard as he was pounded. The outbursts surprised Robbie, who quickly had to quiet the boy as he bounced on his cock.  As he fucked Dipper, Robbie began to feel at peace with this whole situation. He had been trying to delude himself with his constantly assertions that Dipper was a girl, or that it wasn't gay unless you got fucked. But he was slowly getting used to the idea of having a cute little boyfriend. It was pretty fucking gay, but as he locked lips with Dipper, sliding his dick between the boy's soft asscheeks, he thought that if being gay felt this good, he might as well go all the way with this relationship.

The rough anal pounding turned into sensual love making as the boys went at it, constantly changing position. And the entire time, Dipper was trying his best not to wake up everyone in his house with his incessant moaning. Robbie couldn't help but try to get him louder, pinching his nipples and roughly fondling his ass as he sucked on the younger boy's lips. As Robbie pounded the boy from a scissor position, Dipper's limit was reached as he began shuddering and muttering that he was going to cum. Robbie took this opportunity to try to get himself off as he began pumping away at Dipper's asshole. The young boy had to shove his face in a pillow as his prick let off bursts of jism, the pleasure and love he felt nearly causing his heart to burst. Following his lead, Robbie shot in Dipper's tight ass, moaning himself as he climaxed.

The pair slowly caught their breaths, lying down on a part of the bed not covered in sweat and jizz. Dipper looked over at Robbie, trying to think of something as his asshole throbbed from the pounding he received. As he opened his mouth to awkwardly attempt to say something, Robbie said, as casual as he could, “So. You doing anything tomorrow?”

“Uh... I-I don't think so. I've got the day off.” Dipper replied, stuttering slightly.

“Cool, cool. So... You wanna, I dunno, go shopping or something?”

“Shopping? Dude, you have like 9 pairs of hoodies and tight jeans over in the closet.”

“No, you nerd! I mean for you! I mean, if you want some more clothes or whatever. Hell, we can just go chill somewhere if you want.”

Dipper's heart fluttered as Robbie proposed this idea. Still, he had to play it cool. Leaning back, he said casually, “Yeah, that sounds cool, man. Nothing else I gotta do anyways.” Looking over, he saw Robbie failing to hide a goofy grin. The two laid there, talking about stuff just to pass the time. Soon, it was 9 o'clock, and Dipper knew he had to get back home to see if Stan had killed Gideon. Putting his panties back on, he began climbing out the window, waving back to Robbie. As the boy took a misstep and fell to the ground, Robbie smiled, feeling better about his sexuality. And as Dipper hobbled back home, he couldn't help but feel excited about what would happen the next day.