Woken up by Marge

“Wake up,” Marge hissed as she shook Becca.

Becca stirred awake and groaned. “W-what’s going on?”

“We’re almost there. You better go to the potty again before the seatbelt sign turns on,” Marge said.

Becca sighed and nodded. She got out of her seat and went into the bathroom, taking her undies and skirt off again as she sat on the toilet and did her business. “I’m done,” Becca said.

Marge nodded and had Becca lean forward again as she wiped her. “Good girl,” Marge said. “It’s a good thing you’ll be living with me.”

“Huh?” Becca said. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve been requested to watch you,” Marge said. “Your mommy was very specific about your needs.”

“My needs? I don’t… I don’t understand? I’m 25 years old,” Becca said.

Marge laughed. “Yeah right, and I’m 92… young lady no more games, get your hands washed now. You’ll stop making up things if you know what’s good for you.”

“B-but I’m not lying. You can verify,” Becca said as she gave Marge her passport as they sat back down.

Marge laughed. “Honey, you can pretend all you want. You can go by a different name, but that doesn’t change your age.”

Becca gulped. Did… did Marge really think she was a kid? She sighed. At least no one she knew was going to find out about this. Then she looked at her passport herself and gasped.