Author's note: This is actually a really old fic that I wrote a long time ago and decided to rewrite recently. I liked it a lot so I thought I'd post it here :)

I was always a fan of trans Louie headcanon, as a trans person myself, so I wrote a story based off hair and how stressful and important it can be to some trans people. I might've sneaked my own experience of keeping my hair long for a bit longer than i probably should've out of fear of what people would say or that it wouldn't look good.

Anyways I hope you enjoy; this is my first time posting a fic publicly in years so I'm a little nervous haha.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Louie couldn't help but be nervous at the sight of the scissors and electric razor in Dewey's hands. "Maybe we should wait…We can ask Uncle Donald –"

"We can handle it" Dewey said nonchalantly, dismissively waving the have with the scissors. That wasn't quite as reassuring as Dewey thought it would be.

"Besides, you seemed really upset a little bit ago." Huey said. He was flipping through the pages of his junior woodchuck guide book. "It's probably best we solve the problem now before it gets any worse."

"But none of us have cut hair before." Louie whined, grabbing at his own long hair. "What if it looks bad?"

"Relax, it'll be fine" Huey said. He lifted up the junior woodchuck guide book, showing Louie a page about cutting hair. "I've read over this a billion times – I could practically earn my badge for it. As long as Dewey follows my instructions it'll be a-okay."

Louie's eyes fell to the ground as he began to fidget with his hair. Huey lowered the book, giving his brother a gentle look.

"Hey, if you're really that worried about it we can always wait –"

Both Huey and Dewey jumped slightly at how Louie practically shouted "No!" Louie, realizing how desperate and distress he sounded decided to try and save himself "I…I trust you guys. I mean how hard could it be to cut hair, right?" he chuckled nervously.

"Are you sure?" Dewey asked "Cause once I start there's no going back."

Louie nodded, he was confident that he needed this hair gone. He needed it gone as soon as possible. And if that meant braving the potential disaster that is Dewey with scissors and a razor then so be it. "I'm positive."

Dewey let out a laugh, almost sounding a bit like a mad scientist "Alright, time to get snipping!"

Donald squinted into the dark, the bleariness of sleep still present in his vision. He often debated on it being a blessing or a curse that the walls on the houseboat were so thin. Tonight, he decided it was a curse as he was woken up by the boys fighting in their room. They were muffled and he couldn't make out what they were saying but he could hear them ever so slightly getting louder and louder.

He groaned, turning to look at the alarm clock sitting on his nightstand. He let out an annoyed whine as he saw the time. Why on earth were the boys awake and fighting at 1 in the morning?

He sluggishly pulled himself out of bed, beginning to make his way to the triplets shared room. As he got closer to their door he could hear that the two who were fighting were Huey and Dewey. He still couldn't figure out what they were talking about though. Like their Uncle, the boys tended to get a bit incoherent when they were angry. He braced himself for whatever childish disagreement was happening and opened the door.

His beak fell open in a silent gasp. Scattered along the floor were clumps of cut hair. Donald knew who the culprit was immediately when he notice that Huey was holding a, thankfully off, Razor above his head while Dewey tried to grab it.

"I can fix it if you just let me –"

"I'm not letting you mess it up even more, Dewey!" Huey hissed, interrupting Dewey.

Donald didn't have to look to know who the hair belonged too. There was only one duck in the house with that long of hair. His eyes trailed to see Louie sitting in the boy's desk chair. Tears were welling up in his eyes and he stared silently at the ground.

When he noticed Donald was in the doorway, he cringed and slumped into the chair in embarrassed defeat. The poor boy had a choppy cut with one side of his head already being shaved.

Donald recollected himself, taking a deep breath as he got ready to use his 'parent' voice. "You have 5 minutes to tell me what in the world you boys are doing."

Dewey had only just gotten the razor out of Huey's hand when they both froze at their uncle's voice. Dewey quickly hid the razor behind his back. "Uncle Donald what are –"

"Five. Minutes." Donald repeated, more sternly this time. He was in no mood for these boys to pretend they hadn't done anything. The evidence was clear as day on the youngest triplets own head.

"We were just –"

"We were trying to help Louie –"

"We thought we could do it ourselves –"

"I just wanted it cut…"

The boys stopped, letting out defeated sighs. "Sorry, Uncle Donald."

"Sorry? Look what you did to your brother!" Donald rubbed at his temples in exhaustion. These boys were going to make him age worse than Scrooge at this rate. He glanced at Louie. The boy was shaking, His eyes watery with tears that threatened to fall at any moment. He let out a rough sigh and made his way over to his youngest nephew, giving his hair a proper inspection.

"We really messed it up, didn't we?" Dewey asked quietly.

"Honestly, I don't even know how you could mess it up this badly." Donald said. Louie cringed at those words, a low whine slipping out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Louie. We didn't mean to –"

"We? No,no, you're the one who decided to go off book and stop listening to me –"

"Boys" Donald warned, causing both of them to shut up.

"It's ruined forever, isn't it?" Louie asked in a shaky voice. Donald sighed. It was bad and while it wouldn't be easy, it was salvageable.

"It's not ruined." Donald said. "It's nothing we can't fix, don't worry." Louie nodded and Donald continued "What hair style did you want anyways?"

Huey perked up, pulling out his phone and showing Donald a picture of the hair style. Donald took a sharp breath. "Well, I might not be able to get that exact one but I can at least make it look presentable." He said.

"Just as long as all of this –" Louie gestured to his hair "is gone"

Donald nodded. He looked to Dewey "first off, give me that razor" Donald said. Dewey sheepishly handed it to him "We'll be having a talk about this later. Now go sit on the couch until I'm done fixing your brothers hair."

"Yes, Uncle Donald." Huey and Dewey said in unison, wasting no time leaving the room.

"Alright, sit up straight. We'll get this mess fixed in no time."

"Do you think we should've waited?" Dewey asked. Both he and Huey were sitting on the couch. Huey was flipped through the woodchuck guide, though he barely was scanning over the pages. Dewey had begun rocking in his spot.

Huey paused, though his eyes never left the page. "I don't know…maybe?" he gave a shrug.

"Louie was so upset." Dewey remembered clearly how both he and Huey had woken up to Louie experiencing a difficult dysphoric episode. "He said he wanted to rip it out…"

"I think we made it worse." Huey said, closing the woodchuck guide book and instead began picking slightly at the corner.

Dewey felt his heart sink. He knew they both had been thinking it but Huey saying it out loud felt so much worse. They had just wanted to help their brothers and now all they did was make him more upset. Dewey just felt so confident that he knew what he was doing. He was so sure it'd be easy.

"I screwed it up big time." Dewey said, he let his face fall into his knees "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. If I had just –"

"Dewey…"

"I'm sorry I was so stupid. I thought I could do it without that guidebook of yours but then I made that wrong cut and – and I made it worse. I made it so much worse."

"We both were stupid." Huey said. "We both thought we could do it without Uncle Donald's help."

"But I was the one cutting the hair and now –"

"and now, Uncle Donald is fixing it."

"He shouldn't have to!"

"Dewey, look. We can't change anything now, okay? We both made a stupid decision and the best thing we can do is try to make up for it." Huey stated. "Besides, you probably wouldn't have made so many wrong cuts if I hadn't started to stress you out by yelling."

"I just want Louie to be alright" Dewey muttered.

Huey didn't get a chance to respond as the door to their bedroom opened. Donald stepped out and looked at the boys "You can go back in, if you want." He said "I need to get the broom."

Huey and Dewey hesitantly made their way into their room. While they wouldn't admit it out loud, it was a little jarring to see Louie with short hair. And yet, it felt so natural. Like that was what he was supposed to look like all along.

"How does it look…?" Louie asked, fidgeting with his nightshirt.

"That's not up to us to say" Huey stated.

"I can get you a mirror real fast, though." Dewey didn't even wait for a response before he was out of the room again.

"What if I don't like it?" Louie asked.

Huey furrowed his brow in thought. "You can always wear one of my hats if you want." Huey said. "It's not a permanent solution but it might help until it grows back?"

Louie nodded, a contemplative look on his face. It wasn't long before both Donald and Dewey had come back. Donald wasted no time in sweeping up the hair while Dewey handed the hand mirror to Louie.

Louie took a deep breath, hesitantly grabbing the mirror and looking in it. His breathing hitched for a moment and at first Huey and Dewey thought he was upset. Before they could open their mouths, though, Louie said "That's me"

"Even though it's not what you wanted?" Dewey asked hesitantly.

Louie put the mirror to the side before jumping at his brothers "This is everything I wanted." He said. Dewey and Huey had never heard their brother sound so happy. "Thank you"

The brothers couldn't help but smile. "No problem, Louie"

"Just never let Dewey bring a razor to my hair ever again."

"Fair enough."