ID

"Well, we need to get you your ID and updated drivers license." Her stepmother said.

"I already have an ID though? Why would I need a new one?" Margaret questioned, focused intensely. It was what was required so that she did not get lost in the haze of substances.

"When you commit a crime in this State, you have to get a new ID. It's super silly. Once, when I ran a red light, they made me get a new ID. Just running a red light, mind you honey!" Her stepmother said, causing an exasperated sigh from Margaret.

"That's so ridiculous. But I'm glad you knew, I never would've known. Let's head over there as soon as possible!" Margaret said, rolling her eyes.

"On it!" Her stepmother said, rolling out of the parking lot and to the local government building. It was a short drive, all things considered, and soon enough, they were standing in line, awaiting to be called on.

Their number was called soon enough, and they walked to the front. Margaret let her step mother do the talking, sitting down on a chair to collect herself.

"Hi, my sweetie Maggie needs a new ID. Could I get the paperwork for that?" Her stepmother asked.

"Certainly Miss. Might I also say, juveniles have a separate ID they always need to have with them." The bored looking man behind the counter said, sliding several forms her way.

Margaret swung her legs, to and fro, trying not to focus on the bubbling pain in her stomach. She failed, and rubbed her stomach. Her stepmother caught onto it, and her voice was thick with concern.

"Tummy ache?" She asked.

"Yeah. I guess those meds weren't too great. Or maybe I'm just weak." Maragaret said, giggling.

"No, it's not you. See, what happens is that your body gets empty space in the stomach and with that, it starts to really really hurt. So eating something would help, especially something filling." Her stepmother replied, as Margaret followed along word for word.

"Wow. I never would've thought about it that way. How much should I eat though, so I don't get too full?" Maragat asked.

"Honestly Magpie, I'd be worried about not eating enough. You're skin and bones. Here, take my card and go raid a vending machine or two." Her stepmother said, sending Margaret off with her own card, to spend what little was left of her own money on pseudoscience.

The two forms were easy enough to fill out, with the only interesting parts being a few options at the bottom of the form.

'The following options are voluntary, and DO NOT need to be chosen to successfully acquire a State ID. Please check these boxes if you VOLUNTARILY agree to the following programs:

[X] Full Body Portrait - Your ID photo remains just your face, but several pictures of your person are taken, from head to toe. This aids law enforcement in stopping counterfeiting operations, identity fraud, and may help identify you in a rescue situation.

[X] Fingerprinting - Your ID # will be associated with a copy of your finger prints, which will allow easier identification in law enforcement scenarios.

[X] Mass Transit Pledge - Your drivers license (if you currently hold one) will be revoked for the time of 1 YEAR, in the meantime, you will have reduced fares of buses, trolleys, and ferries. This policy by the governor will help economic and environmental concerns, and will mean your ID fee is FREE. (Will have to retest for your drivers license.)

[X] Release and Consent Form- I VOLUNTARILY allow the State to use my face for advertising and any other purpose to support State government business.

Her stepmother had concocted a plan to merely take Margaret's drivers license, thinking it necessary, but she realized there was a gold mine in the options. Her stepdaughter, reduced to riding the bus like a common idiot. Speaking of the girl, she saw her coming back at this very moment.

Margaret had listened to her stepmothers plan, and for the most part, it had worked. A combination of chips, honeybuns, and whatever junk she could find in the snack machines had been swallowed down. Her rumbling gut had silenced itself, and Margaret happily skipped back.

"All better now?" Her stepmother asked.

"Much! My tummy feels amazing now! Your street smarts win again." Margaret said, a genuine smile across her face.

"Right I told you sweet thing, listen to me, and you'll be on track in no time." Her stepmother said, giving her a genuine(ly fake) smile in return. "Now, we need to get you ready for your ID photos!"

"Goodness, I forgot about the photo." Margaret said. "Should I go put makeup on?"

Her question was answered by a tug of her stepmother's had, urging her towards the bathroom. Once they were inside, her stepmother pulled her into the family stall, wiping a few of the most obvious crumbs off her dress, but not taking much of the assorted stains from around her face. She fooled with the tights, and tightly bound the pigtails in Margert's hair.

"Here, let me check to make sure you don't have any panty lines from your diapers." Her stepmother said, smoothing the diapers down. As her hands distracted her stepdaughter, one finger discretely slipped into them, pushing one, then two, gel suppositories' up her colon. Margaret did not complain, busy sucking her supplied rum and coke.

Photo time came, and Margaret waltzed in front of the camera, she smiled, and faltered when the technician stood up.

"Wait there. Shift change, someone will be with you in a minute."

The minute felt like hours as Margaret's stomach rumbling worsened. Her bowels pressed tightly, feeling like they could release at any moment. Hearing the clock tick, Margaret began to fidget, while her stomach turned, and her head swam. Ultimately, it was only a matter of time before she released her bowels.

It came, of course, at the perfect time. Eyes scrunched up, smile on her face, she filled her diaper with all the assorted junk she had consumed in the past few hours, the diaper more then full from it. Legs spread wide to keep balanced, she stood no chance, and her photo was perfectly captured by the camera.

Next came the full body shots, with Margaret merely following along with like a zombie. Her messy diaper made her horrified she might get found out, so she did not protest when her stepmother came over, 'fixing' her dress to expose the brown, sagging diaper, nor did she protest when the one mitt came off to fingerprint her.

She truthfully didn't say so much as a word until they were out near the car, and her stepmother waved her nose.

"Whew, someone needs to change their kid or something." She said as they walked towards the car.

"Uhm, listen, don't be mad. But that's me. I had...well I had an accident." Margaret said, horrified to be squished down into it with the carseat straps.

"You didn't!" Her stepmother said in faux surprise.

"I did. Please, don't be angry with me." Margaret said, bashful and dizzy.

"Messy Maggie, I would never be angry with you sweet dear. Let's get you changed when we get home, it'll be quick, I promise. I didn't bring a diaper or else I wouldn't make you wait." Her stepmother said.