Meg’s Transformation Scene 28

Whilst the Edmonds conversation picked up again for the umpteenth time, Carrie and Megan tried to find something to talk about. In the past, it had been easy. Despite their age gap, they got along well. However, each of them had since branched out in different directions. When they ran out of things to talk about, Megan put her head down and closed her eyes. Maybe there was time for a quick nap before they got there.
“Meg” Carrie whispered. One minute, she had been nearly asleep and the next her sister was frantically tugging on her arm.
“Ugh. What?” she replied without much candor.
Carrie leaned in closer so she was practically inside of her ear. She then asked Megan why she was wearing a diaper. Megan turned about a thousand shades of red and quickly tugged her shirt down. It had ridden up when she attempted to nap.
“You’ll find out later,” she said. She had considerably less confidence in her plan than she did when she first hatched it. However, it was far too late to turn back now. “It’s not why you think,” she added as an afterthought.
Stephen became curious as to what his two sisters were talking about and attempted to lean over Carrie’s shoulder and find out. In doing so, he inadvertently head-butted her. She promptly retaliated by shoving him away.
“Cut it out back there!” Drew snapped. Megan groaned. She was starting to wish she was back at college. Thankfully, they were almost there.
Megan’s grandparents looked as if they hadn’t aged a day since she saw them last. At 77, she supposed that was a good thing.
“College girl!” Grandpa Glen greeted, wrapping up Megan in a hug. “Hey Ida, look who’s here?”
“For your birthday,” Grandma Ida said, handing her an envelope that would undoubtedly contain a card and a check for $50 (she had gotten the exact same thing for her past 5 birthdays, but that didn’t bother her one bit). “I’m sorry we missed it.”
“That’s OK,” Megan joked. “I missed it too.” She was relieved that neither of them had noticed her diaper. Not yet, anyway.
“Marty here yet?” Drew asked. Marty was Drew’s brother and the father of three of Megan’s cousins, the eldest of whom came close to being her first crush.
Glen shook his head. “He said he couldn’t make it.”
Drew frowned.
“Your daughter’s coming though. Called and everything. She said she’s bringing her fee-an-say with her. Your mother and I don’t particularly care for that fella…”
“Not one bit,” Ida echoed.
Nancy’s eyes began to tear at the very mention of him. Drew took his father aside and explained the situation.
“Pregnant?! Holy Moses, that makes me a great-grandfather. I’m not even 80 yet. Hey Ida…”
The family gathered around a patio table, snacked on pretzels and talked while waiting for Jessica to arrive so they could begin grilling. Megan noticed how quiet her mother seemed and thought it bore a resemblance to her own mannerisms when she was upset. Hell, that was her last weekend: always withdrawing and pushing people away. Add to that her father’s penchant for heated outbursts when upset and she began to see why coping seemed so difficult for her.
Nancy had just begun to warm up when the dreaded moment came. Jessica and Ricard arrived in the Mini Cooper they shared.
“How do ya fit anything in that?” Glen remarked when he saw the diminutive car.
“I told you not to start without them,” said Ida