Meg’s Transformation Scene 6

Vern was the manager. Fifty and stout, he was a bit of a curmudgeon at times but treated everyone fairly. There were several instances last summer where Megan thought the vein in his forehead would explode after he got off the phone from “those cocksuckers from Regional who have no damn consideration for what we’re doing up here.”
Megan found Vern going through a stack of invoices in the office. He seemed neither surprised nor relieved to see her.
“Back again, are ya?” he asked with a half-grunt. “Well, good. We need someone who knows what they’re doing around here.”
“I can work tonight if you need me,” she volunteered. It was best to get on Vern’s good side quickly and stay there.
He shook his head. “Might as well start tomorrow.”
Megan forced a smile, but he had already gone back to his invoices. With nothing to do, she considered leaving, but quickly remembered Doc Hardy’s advice and the prescription in her pocket. She was a little hesitant to have it filled at the place where she worked, but then again she was not about to let this thing get the better of her. Besides, many of the pharmacists only put pills in a bottle and wouldn’t even know what her scrip was for.
“Hey Raul,” she greeted the pharmacist on duty as she approached the counter.
“I thought you left,” he replied, searching fastidiously for a misplaced envelope.
“Well…I’m back. And I need this filled.”
“Sure. Just a second.”
He continued his rummaging and eventually found what he was looking for.
“There. Now Mr. Walters’ heart won’t stop and Vern can’t fire me like he’s been threatening. Ha!”
Megan smirked.
“So whatcha need?”
She carefully handed the prescription.
“You look fine to me,” he remarked.
“Allergies,” she lied. “They come and go.”
He nodded and took the prescription to the back to be filled. Meanwhile, as discretely as possible, Megan began searching the incontinence products. She was looking for a mattress pad, but so far all she found were assorted varieties of adult diapers.
“Whatcha looking for?” Josh asked.
She didn’t hear him approach and his sudden presence nearly scared her into wetting herself once more.
“I…umm…” she mumbled. “Isn’t this where Cosmetics used to be?”
“One aisle over,” he directed.
“Silly me. You must have moved it while I was gone.”
“Actually, no.”
“Well then I guess I’ve just been away too long.”
Megan marched up to the pharmacy counter and fetched her medicine. She bid everyone goodbye and assured them she’d see them all bright and early tomorrow.
“How are things at the pharmacy?” Drew asked over dinner.
“Pretty much the same,” Megan answered. “I go in tomorrow.”
“I heard you had a visit with Dr. Hardy. What about?”
Megan blushed.
“A woman’s problem, dear,” Nancy interjected.
Drew nodded and said no more.
“Does Megan have PMS?” Stephen asked. “Billy said his sister had it and then she acts like a real bitch.”
“Stephen!” Nancy scolded.
Both Megan and Carrie chuckled.
That night, shortly before hitting the sack, Megan was sure to take her medication. She ingested the pills as directed and prayed her bed would be dry by morning.
Megan did in fact awake in a dry bed, but it was not without its price. The medication kept her up and running to the bathroom practically all night. She always felt like she had to pee, even when all she could produce was two drops. It was horrible and she was exhausted.
“Is what we talked about any different?” Nancy asked as Megan shuffled into the kitchen. She needed coffee and fast.
“I didn’t wet again, if that’s what you mean.”
“Then why the down face?”
“The medication kept me up all night. I feel like….I feel bad, OK?”
“Are you sure you are going to be able to work?”
She let a loud yawn escape her. “I’ll be fine, Mom.”