Something's Different

Chapter 2
The Morning of the Second Day

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Chapter Description: Something's still wrong the next morning, but now Detective Princess Miranda is on the case.

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Miranda knew something was wrong that morning the second she opened her eyes and saw the wall of her crib. She just wished she knew what that something was.

"You don’t like being stuck in there when you’re awake, huh?" her roommate said, evidently taking notice of Miranda’s expression. Miranda shook her head. Ella got up, the cowbell on her collar making a small noise as she did so, and lowered the side of the crib. "Let’s get baby ready for her day!" She unzipped the girl from her footie pajamas, revealing a soaked diaper.

"Ella," Miranda said. "Is anything different?"

"Well I managed to milk a whole quart this morning," she said proudly as she led the girl onto the changing table. "That’s a record for me."

"Wow. You’re a really good moo cow!" Miranda said. The horned girl in the cow pattern halter top blushed.. "But I mean it just feels like something’s weird."

"Like yesterday?" The baby nodded. "Sorry, everything still seems fine." She felt Miranda’s forehead. "And you don’t feel like you have a fever."

"I told you, it’s not like sick yucky. It’s just weird."

"Huh," Ella said as she finished taping a clean diaper on the girl. "Well I hope you feel better soon. And maybe this will help!" She pulled out a pink Disney Princess T-shirt, a tiara, and a tutu. It was sweet of her to treat Miranda like a little kid that way, but Miranda wasn’t really the type to go over the top like that. Still, the most she could do was to either throw a tantrum about it or pull off parts of it later. And she definitely wasn’t a big enough poopy head to do the former right now.

Ella soon had the girl dressed and brushed her hair. She led her over to a mirror. "So what do you think?"

Miranda looked at it and felt...great. Her roommate was right. Looking like a princess made her feel like one. "I love it!"

"Wonderful! Now just remember that nothing can bring Princess Miranda down!"

Miranda was a bit embarrassed at how much this boosted her confidence. Still, today she was Princess Miranda, and Princess Miranda could handle whatever weird stuff came her way. Which gave her an idea. She pulled out a notebook and pen. She opened it and started writing:

"Clues:

1. Algebra got easier?

2. The class changed?

3. Something’s weird about this crib."

She smiled, satisfied.Detective Princess Miranda was on the case. She grabbed her diaper bag, slipped her feet into her shoes, tightened the velcro, and headed out to the dining common for breakfast. She was sure she was going to see something, but everything there seemed normal. Some babies eating Cheerios with their hands, some bimbos giggling as they tried to figure out the waffle iron, a cow girl pulling out a boob to get some milk for her cereal, a catgirl snuggling up against a friend, purring. All normal stuff she saw every day.

It wasn’t until she started wandering around outside that she saw anything unusual. There, on a bench was a girl in a plain T-shirt and jeans, her brown hair tied back in a simple pony tail, and barely enough bosom to show beneath her shirt. She definitely wasn’t from around here. Miranda approached and saw how concerned this girl looked.

"Hi. Are you OK?"

"Oh, um," she looked over Miranda with concern for a moment, then winced and rubbed her head. "This place just seems kind of weird."

"It can be. Is this your first time here?"

"I don’t come here much. Just every couple of weeks to visit my boy...ugh, I mean my girlfriend." She rubbed her head. "Sorry, I’ve just been feeling a little mixed up since I came here."

"Don’t apologize," Miranda said. "There’s something yucky going on at this school, and I’m gonna find out what!"

"Good luck. Let me know if I can help."

"Actually," Miranda opened her notebook and clicked her pen, "could I ask you a few questions?"

"OK."

Miranda realized she probably should have thought up some questions before heading out. Still, she could figure it out as she went along, and she might as well start with some basics of who this lady was. "What’s your name?"

"Caitlin Jones. What’s yours?"

"Miranda Duchamp," Miranda said, happy that Caitlin was taking an interest in her. "How old are you?"

"19."

"Umm... do you like cartoons?" Wait, was that relevant? She wasn’t trying to make friends here. Though maybe she should be. That might be fun.

"I had an anime phase a few years ago." She rubbed her head again. "And I really used to be obsessed with Sailor Moon. Like when I was ten, my mom got me..." She closed her eyes and nearly fell over.

"Are you OK!?"

"What? Oh, sorry. I guess I had a bit of a dizzy spell." Caitlin sat back up straight and brushed her pink hair out of her face. "I feel a lot better now. What were we talking about?"

"Uh... cartoons."

"Oh, right. Yeah, I was really into Ikki Tousen when I was a kid. Like when I was ten, my mom got me a pair of panties that looked just like Hakufu’s. I used to pull them on, put on a small dress, and just go around doing high kicks. I mean I was clearly way too young to be doing that, but I just felt so powerful! And it began a lifelong obsession with anime." She motioned to her shirt. Somehow, Miranda hadn’t noticed that the woman she was talking to had a T-shirt with a big picture of anime girls in a bathhouse. "This is from a more recent anime called Senran Kagura. It kind of feels like a spiritual successor, and it’s really good!"

Miranda wrote that down. She wished she remembered what Caitlin had said before her dizzy spell. It felt important somehow. "OK...." Miranda started to feel uncomfortable in a weird, but familiar way in her abdomen. But she’d deal with that later. "So...um...what’s your major?"

"Initially, it was just Electrical Engineering, but it’s kind of easy, so I decided to triple major in that, Japanese, and Physics."

"Cool." Miranda jotted that down as she began to feel a bit tight in her lower body. "Umm...hm..."

"Do you want to ask me about when I started feeling like something was weird?"

"Oh, good idea! When did that start?"

"I’d say it was about a mile from the school. I tried to envision what I was going to do with my girlfriend and-

Miranda bent over and grunted.

"Are you OK?"

Miranda grunted some more, and she felt much better. "Yeah, I’m OK now." She straightened back up, but she felt a weight tugging her diaper down. She blushed. Of course as soon as she started to feel better her body would surprise her with poop. And right in the middle of getting her first lead. But she couldn’t cry about it now. Detective Princess Miranda had a job to do. "So, um..."

Caitlin got up, walked behind Miranda, and lifted her tutu. "Don’t worry, baby. I can take care of that." She took Miranda’s diaper bag from her shoulder and looked through. "Here we go." She took out a changing mat and laid it on the grass. "OK, lie down, honey."

Miranda gulped. She was going to be changed right out in the open where everyone could see. Obviously that was something that should happen. It didn’t make sense to put a baby’s privacy concerns over the convenience of someone caring for them, and that mat was in her bag for a reason. But that didn’t ease the embarrassment. She blushed brightly as she obediently laid down on the mat.

Caitlin clearly noticed her concern. "How about to make this more fun, I teach you something. Want to learn some Japanese?"

"Okay," Miranda said meekly.

Caitlin lifted her mini skirt and pointed at her underwear. "These are called pantsu. Can you say pantsu?"

Now Miranda was blushing for a whole different reason. It wasn’t every day that a girl showed her her panties. Except that her roommate didn’t seem to see a problem changing in front of her. And she loved it when that happened. But since when did-

"Pantsu," Caitlin repeated again.

"Pantsu," Miranda immediately repeated.

"Very good!"

Miranda beamed at the praise, and Caitlin quickly got to work getting the girl clean while she was still happy. She rolled up the diaper and placed it aside to throw away when she got the chance. She then pulled a clean one out of the diaper bag and held it up. "This is an omutsu. Can you say omutsu?"

"Omutsu."

"Very good!" She quickly taped the girl into a new clean diaper, then helped her up.

"More!"

Caitlin pulled out her phone and checked the time. "OK, I think we can do one more." She grabbed her breasts and jiggled them. "These are oppai. Can you say oppai?"

Miranda stared slack jawed at Caitlin’s chest. She wasn’t that well endowed, but they were at least as big as Miranda’s, and the tight shirt showed them off well enough even before she touched them.

"Can you say oppai?"

"Oh, um, oppai?"

"Very good!" She lifted her skirt. "Can you point to the omutsu?" Miranda pointed to her diaper. "How about oppai?" Miranda awkwardly squeezed her chest in immitation of her new friend. "So where are pantsu?" Miranda pointed at Caitlin’s panties. "Wow, you’re really smart! Great job!"

"Thanks! Can you teach me more later?"

"Sure. We’ll probably see each other around sometimes. But my girlfriend should be getting out of class around now, so I’m going to go catch up with her. It was nice meeting you."

"You, too."

Caitlin dropped the dirty diaper off in a garbage can as she headed off. Miranda picked up her diaper bag and headed off in the other direction, humming happily. It was nice to hit it off with new people that well. Now she just had to get back to investigating. Like she was trying to do with Caitlin. She looked at her notes. They never really got to the important detective stuff. She turned around, but Caitlin was already gone. Miranda stomped her foot frustrated, but then breathed deeply and started to calm down. She was Detective Princess Miranda. Nothing was going to get her down today. She’d find another lead. So she continued on, looking for anyone else who looked suspicious.

 

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