Oneshots

Marge's Secret

Marge hated her massive hair, it was so hard to take care of and required ridiculously expensive shampoo. But it was necessary to hide her precious secret. No one could know. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring herself down.

 Everyone else was out, maggie was at daycare, homer was at work and bart and lisa were at school. She reached up to split her hair, yet another treatment method that she had to do, and there they were, the things sticking out of her scalp that she'd grown to despise. They looked like rabbit ears, but giant and flesh coloured, almost like an insect. She shivered, remembering all the pain and suffering she'd gone through in her childhood, being experimented on and tortured at the hands of curious scientists.

 Her good for nothing mum sold her off for the cash to burn on cigarettes, heck, marge herself didn't even know why she had them, did her mum fuck the Easter bunny or something? Suddenly, she heard the front door slam, and an unmistakable belch, Homer was home early. Panicking, she frantically scrabbled to squish her hair back together and hide her shame. Homer stumbled into the bathroom, looked marge up and down, and apparently saw nothing unusual. Marge's heart was in her throat, and her mind was racing, how had he not noticed? Then it clicked, he was drunk, of course why hadn't she realised. She breathed a sigh of relief, fixing her hair finally, and stepping out once more for another lifetime of hiding.