Something's Different

Chapter 1
The first day

Chapter Description: Miranda first notices that something is strange.

"Does something just seem off today?" Miranda asked her dorm mate Ella who was getting something off a shelf.

"What do you mean?"

"It’s just like, I don’t know, something changed and it’s right in plain sight, but I can’t see it."

"Odd," Ella said as she put it on the table. She turned around and quickly unzipped Miranda’s fly and slid her jeans off, and Miranda obediently and unthinkingly stepped out of them. "But everything seems normal to me. You feeling sick or something?"

Miranda climbed on the table and laid down. "No, I don’t feel sick."

Ella untaped her roommate’s diaper. "Yeah, and nothing weird in your stool."

Miranda blushed at that, but Ella just quietly cleaned her up. "Hey, when did you get that headband?"

"This?" Ella asked, touching the black and white headband that had what appeared to be small horns sticking out of it. "I wear it all the time, silly. Gotta make sure people know I’m a cow somehow, right?" She lifted a breast to accentuate the point. "You sure you’re feeling OK?"

Now that she thought about it, From the time she moved in to her nightly breast pumping sessions, Miranda couldn’t remember her ever not wearing it. "I don’t know. Maybe my memory’s just being weird today."

"Maybe," Ella said as she taped her friend into a new, clean diaper. "Keep an eye on things, I guess."

"Will do. Anyway, I need to head to class. Thanks for the change." She picked up her backpack and hurried out the door. She tried to keep her mind off whatever was out of place as she made her way to class, but seemingly random things stuck out for some reason. Like it seemed weird to her that she didn’t see any guys on campus. But it was always an all girl college, so why did that seem strange? And why was she suddenly noticing the size of everyone’s chest? She was just a D cup herself, so it shouldn’t feel weird to notice that most girls were bigger than her. And that breeze on her legs? That was just-wait, she forgot to put her pants back on! She panicked. For a half second. Then she wondered what the deal with that was. Sure, she had intended to wear jeans with this shirt, but why did she have such a strong reaction? It’s not like she forgot her diaper, too. And she hadn’t even wet it yet, so there wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about. In fact another girl walked by with nothing covering her diaper, either, and clearly no one cared.

She finally made it to her calculus class. As usual, half the class was made up of long haired, busty girls, most of them blonde, all in tops that showed at least a little cleavage. Nothing too extreme, but it was all the kind of stuff that would be pushing a dress code. The other half of the class had people more modestly dressed and built. Well, a couple weren’t wearing any more than Miranda was below the waist, but a plain, white diaper hardly counted as revealing. She could make out some diaper bulges on the others, and she wondered if padding was the norm for those who didn’t come in looking all slutty.

"Good morning, everyone," the professor said as she walked in carefully on her 4 inch heels. With her fake breasts, blonde hair, and skimpy dress, she could easily have fit in with the first group of students. Something tugged at Miranda’s mind upon seeing her, but she needed to focus on class, so she tried to put that aside.

Luckily, as soon as the class started, everything seemed normal. She dutifully took notes and tried her best to follow along. She was never particularly great at math, but with some effort, she was managing to keep up. She started copying what the professor wrote on the board. "Lim x->1 (2-2x^2)/" -suddenly she felt a wave of dizzyness wash over her.

"Are you, like, OK sweetie?" the professor’s voice said.

"Oh, um...sorry. I’ve been feeling a bit yucky today. I’m OK." She was a bit embarrassed by the attention, so she was glad the professor went back to writing. Miranda glanced at her notes again "5x-1=9" That wasn’t what she wrote. She looked at the board, but it matched what was on her paper. That was definitely simpler than...whatever she was working on before. She looked around the room, and once again, she knew it had changed. But how?

A hand shot up from a girl in a bikini at the back of the room. "X is, like, 2?"

"Very good." The teacher wrote the answer on the bottom of the board, making sure to bend only from the hips, giving the whole class a view on her lacy panties. She wrote another equation. "Does anyone know this one?"

A girl next to Miranda raised her hand. Miranda looked her over. She was another girl who decided to show off her diaper today. Miranda could instantly recognize that it was a Huggies Supreme. Not Miranda’s style, but it suited this girl. And it matched her Thomas the Tank Engine shirt. "I-I-I think it’s three."

"Very good, baby!" the teacher said. The class continued on like that, just like it always had. Despite being sure that she was working on something more difficult before, it didn’t feel any easier.

Class soon finished, and as usual, Miranda stood up and waited. The bikini girl from earlier walked up to her. Miranda blushed hard as the girl felt her diaper, then pulled the waistband out and peeked inside. Obviously this was necessary, as it was for the other diapered girls in the class who were going through the same treatment, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t embarrassing. Particularly when a girl that pretty was doing it. Wait, where did that thought come- "You’re still dry. Good girl!" the bikini girl said with a smile.

"Th-thanks," Miranda replied. The girl didn’t seem to have any further interest in her and left, so Miranda did the same. It was dinner time, so she headed toward the dining common. She’d feel better after a meal anyway.

"Miranda!" came a voice from behind her.

Miranda turned to see a red haired girl in overalls. For some reason, it took Miranda a second to recognize her friend. It was like her brain had expected different proportions for some reason. But this was the same hourglass figure and DD breasts as always. "Hi, Danni! Wanna go to dinner?"

The two made their way to the dining common and soon engaged in their dinner conversation.

"So there I was, standing there with a yucky soaked diaper, and I waited, and I waited, and then I noticed everyone left."

"Oh Jeez. Some people are just oblivious."

"I know, right? So then I was all ’now what?’ I almost cried, but I didn’t wanna be a meanie to anyone who was taking a test around or anything. So I go out to the hallway, and I see this other girl checking her phone. I walk over and try to look all uncomfortable and pouty. She turns and notices me, but then I see her Sesame Street shirt."

"Ugh. That’s why I let people see my diaper when it’s warm out. No ambiguity from any angle."

"Yeah, but then it’s hard to make sure you stay matched all day."

"Don’t I know it. This morning, my roommate put me in Pullups, so I picked out this matching shirt, but when she changed me just before class, she used Luvs, and I didn’t even notice until I was halfway there." For some reason, Miranda felt weird when she said that. Almost like she was telling a lie. But that was exactly what she remembered.

Danni looked her over. "Doesn’t look too bad. You don’t always want to be all matchy matchy."

"Thanks. So anyway, then what did you do?"

"So I say hi, we have some awkward small talk, and we both know what’s going on on my end, but obviously neither of us is going to do anything about it. I leave, and no one else seems to be in the halls. I go outside, but no one’s paying attention. Finally, I just went into the campus store and started bawling. One of the employees was really nice and cleaned me up really well. Gave me a candy, too."

"That’s good."

"Yeah, definitely, but ordeals like this almost make me wish there was something else we could do."

Miranda thought about that. There was definitely something else they could do. Like her roommate used the bathroom instead of a diaper. So the two of them could probably... Trying to put that thought together was like trying to jam a square peg in a round hole. She tried tackling it from a different angle. She’d heard plenty of people say when they were going to use the bathroom. Therefore the two of them could do the same sort of communication about their diapers by... crying. Like they already did. She decided to try one last approach. Ella changed her own underpants. Therefore it was possible for the two of them to ch...ch... tear off their diapers in public. And probably pee on something they didn’t want to. And then get arrested for nudity now that there was no evidence that it wasn’t the adult sort.

"Trust me," Danni said, bringing Miranda back to Earth, "I was trying to think of another option the whole time. Everything I came up with was worse."

"But...but it really feels like there should be a way around it!"

Danni shrugged. "Would you really want to stop feeling so helpless about it?"

"Of course not," Miranda said instantly. That she was sure of. "I guess it’s a silly line of thinking." She was quiet for a moment. "Have you noticed anything different lately?" She explained what seemed weird to her today.

"That math class thing is really weird. I can’t say I’ve seen anything like that. Sorry."

"Don’t worry about it," Miranda said. "With any luck, it’s just a weird day.

The two kept talking for a little while before they headed back to their dorms for the night. Nothing else felt particularly strange back there. Miranda just got her diaper changed before spending a few hours playing League of Legends, and her roommate just watched something on Netflix while she pumped her nightly milk. After that, it was just another diaper change, and then it was time for bed. As Miranda watched her roommate take off her headband, part of her wondered why the horns were still on her head just before drifting off to sleep.