Birds of a Feather

Chapter 2
Chapter 2

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Chapter Description: Tension builds as Brandy continues to harass Emily. Chad goes missing.

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The next morning as Brandy passed Emily’s room, a green plastic package caught her eye. She stopped. At the foot of Emily’s bed was an open twenty-pack of unisex Depends. Brandy smirked to herself as she went in. Emily’s roommate was gone and Emily lay there, looking as though she’d had a rough night.

‘Oh, if only Chelsea were here,’ Brandy thought, ‘I’d make this little bitch use her Depends.’ She lifted the covers to reveal Emily in a tank top and a diaper. “Damn, this girl’s a heavy sleeper,” Brandy murmured to herself. Brandy flinched when Emily began to stir, but relaxed as she saw that Emily was still sleeping. Quickly and carefully she took out her phone and snapped a few shots. As Emily’s eyes began to open, Brandy dropped the covers, put away her phone, and feigned a look of concern.

“Emily, what happened?” Brandy asked with a very convincing tone.

Emily pushed back the comforter, revealing her diaper yet again, which crinkled as she sat up, blushing. “I…I had an accident last night.” She swallowed, tears fell down her reddened eyes as she stared off in the distance, “My roommate said she’d complain if I didn’t start using incontinence products.”

“That’s messed up,” Brandy patted her shoulder and gave her a hug, “You tell her to stick it?” She moved to right in front of Emily, making direct eye contact.

“Stick it?”

‘God, you so sheltered,’ Brandy thought, ‘No wonder this is so fun.’ Brandy stroked her hair, “Stick it up her ass, tell her to fuck off.”

“N-no. I don’t want to get in trouble” Emily shuddered, “I didn’t think that would happen.”

“Well, you should get ready for class, keep the diaper on just in case. You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in class.” Brandy repeatedly stroked Emily’s hair. She was glad that she was alone with Emily since Chelsea would ruin everything.

Emily shook her head, “I’m dry. I…I don’t think I need it.” Brandy looked away, scowling. Emily was being so passive that it should be easy to humiliate her all day long. All she had to do was play her cards right.

Brandy looked her in the eye, “Trust me, honey, better safe than sorry.” She stuffed a few of the adult undergarments in Emily’s bag, “Take a few extra with you, in case you need them.” She paused to look at the dumbfounded look Emily gave her, “You look really tired, I’ll go get you some coffee.”

“Thanks,” Emily whispered.

Brandy returned a few minutes later, coffee in hand, in time to witness Emily trying to put on some underwear over her diaper, and seized the opportunity to immortalize the image on her phone, careful not to laugh or draw attention to herself. She put her phone away before addressing the poor girl, signaling her arrival with a cough.

“Oh, sweetie, you don’t want to put on underwear over your brief,” She took care in not using the word, ‘diaper’, because if she made Emily cry now it would ruin everything. Emily had to publicly humiliate herself before Brandy would be satisfied.

“But it crinkles!” Emily protested, eyes wide, “Everyone will notice!”

Brandy drew Emily in for a hug, “I know it’s embarrassing, but should you need to change it, you don’t want to have to pull off your panties to get to it. Trust me, I’ve been in this exact situation.”

Emily sighed, “Well, what should I wear?” Brandy really liked where this was going; the look of desperation on Emily’s face was priceless.

“Just wear really baggy clothes, like we usually do. No one’s going to notice. Everyone’s got their own shit their dealing with.” Seeing the look of disbelief on Emily’s face, she added, “It’s really not as big a deal as you think. Sometimes a bug goes around and people have to resort to wearing disposable undergarments so they can make it through the day, I bet you never even notice it when other people wear them.”

The look of defeat told Brandy that Emily bought her story. Offering the cup of coffee she brought with her, she added, “You might need more to stay awake during class, they sell coffee at various locations on campus.”

Emily accepted the cup. Brandy took her phone out to text Chad, ‘…’Can you hook me up with laxatives?’… and send,’ she thought to herself as she sent the text message. This was going much better than she could have hoped for.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you in class,” she told Emily.

“Yeah,” Emily nodded, then looked at Brandy, “Uh, Brandy?”

“What’s up?”

“I can help you with your homework and study for the tests if you want sometime,” Emily twirled her blonde hair, “Thanks for helping me.” Brandy almost lost it and burst out laughing at the sight of Emily twirling her hair while wearing a tank-top and a diaper, since she had her phone out anyway, she took another picture.

Brandy nodded, ‘You’ll be lucky if you’re not overwhelmed with depression by the end of the day,’ she patted Emily on the shoulder, “Yeah, maybe sometime this afternoon, sounds great.” Brandy left Emily to her coffee and rushed off to make it to math class ahead of Emily.

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Brandy wasn’t used to making it to Algebra class early, which her instructor commented on. She hurriedly grabbed her seat. Emily sat next to her, which would provide front row viewing pleasure. She hid her wicked grin as soon as she heard crinkling coming from the door. Everyone stared as Emily entered the room.

Trying to avoid eye contact with everyone, Emily made her way to her desk, the crinkling of plastic seeming to echo with every step. She sat down at her desk, putting her large cup of coffee on the corner. Emily put her head in a low position before whispering, “You said no one would notice.”

Brandy saw that Emily’s eyes were redder than before, Her hair was still messy and she still smelled, “It’s not that, you look terrible. Everyone’s used to you looking so…” Brandy paused, trying to come up with something believable, “…alive.”

Their instructor came over to Emily’s desk, “Are you feeling alright today?” He had a look of concern on his face.

Emily brightened up, believing it was her paranoia that was drawing attention, “Yeah, just had a rough night last night, but I got my coffee and I’m good to go.”

The teacher nodded, “If you’re sure…” With that the lecture began.

All class period Brandy’s attention was split between her phone, Emily trying to stay awake, and their classmates laughs at Emily’s expense. Brenda had no idea how someone could be that gullible, but found it entertaining all the same. The instructor was careful not to ask Emily anything during class.

“Alright folks, who here can tell me about quadratic functions?”

One of the girls snickered, “I bet Emily knows.”

Upon hearing her name, Emily bolted upright and took a giant swig of coffee, grunting as a foul smell filled the room. As the class started to react, the instructor quieted everyone down.

Emily’s face was bright red, some of the class laughed while others, including the instructor, gave a look of disgust, finally the instructor said, “Emily, if you’re not feeling well you should go back home. Your assignment will be posted online and you can email me if you have any questions.”

“I’m fine, I can make it,” Emily said weakly. Finally an older woman in the class stood up.

“For god’s sake, girl, go clean yourself up.” The instructor gave her a dirty look, which prompted her to sit back down.

“I know your’re always eager for class, Emily, but I have to insist…”

Emily abruptly got up, leaving her bag and her coffee at her seat as she left the room crying. Brandy and a few others seized the opportunity to take photos as her back was turned.

“God, I know I’m gonna hear from my boss about this,” the instructor muttered before continuing with class.

***

“Holy shit, you won’t believe what happened,” Brandy’s eyes were wide with excitement as she boasted of the days’ events with Chelsea.

“Surprise me.” Chelsea grinned sheepishly.

“Well, Emily’s roommate was pissed last night, and sold her on the idea that she had to wear diapers to bed.”

Chelsea’s cheeks turned red as she laughed, “Nu-uh.”

“It gets better. I talked her into wearing the diaper to class and had her drink lots of coffee.” Brandy snickered, “Oh, you should have been there, it was a day.”

“Pics or it didn’t happen,” countered Chelsea, who couldn’t suppress a smirk.

Brandy took out her phone, showing off photos of Emily in bed wearing only a tank-top and a diaper, the two snickered as Chelsea viewed the pictures, both burst out laughing when they saw the photo of Emily running from the room with her pants sagging, revealing the white, brown-stained undergarment that was bulging from poop.

The two tried to suppress chuckling as they shook their heads. “The instructor was so disgusted, damn shame I couldn’t take a picture of that.”

“You are one evil bitch,” Chelsea laughed, “By the way, have you heard from Chad today? I haven’t seen him.”

Brandy shook her head, “No, I was going to ask you the same thing. He never got that one guy to do my homework for me, but because of Emily’s ‘accident’, he forgot to collect homework.” Brandy chuckled, “Oh, I better hear from Chad soon.”

Chelsea waved as Chris and Emily came into view, “Hey, I heard about what happened, I just want you to know that Brandy and I are here for you if you need to talk or anything.”

Brandy noticed it took Chelsea considerable effort to maintain a straight face as the crinkling from Emily’s diaper became audible. “Have you gone to see anyone about your…problem” asked Brandy.

“I went to go see the school counselor,” Emily sniffed, “She said I should probably go see a doctor, but told me that I probably shouldn’t be drinking so much coffee.” Brandy noticed that Emily was just wearing jeans now as opposed to their usual black attire.

Chris scowled the whole time. Brandy knew he probably suspected that they had something to do with the days’ mishap, but could tell it would only upset Emily more if he blew their cover. She decided to change the subject, “Has anyone seen Chad? I haven’t heard from him all day.”

“Maybe he’s sick,” Chris suggested, “He doesn’t respond to me when he’s under the weather.” Chris sounded bitter, as if he wanted to chew them out then and there, but was restraining himself.

“That’s you,” Brandy playfully pushed Chris’s shoulder, “I’ve never had to wait more than a few minutes to get a response from him.”

Emily looked down at the sidewalk, “Guys, I’ve had a long day, I’m gonna go to bed.”

“It’s the middle of the afternoon!” Chelsea exclaimed, “Come on, live a little!”

“Kinda hard when you’re back in diapers,” Emily laughed bitterly, “I soiled myself in math today-luckily I had a change of underwear, but I didn’t think I’d need it.”

“Sounds like you’ve had a long day,” Brandy spoke softly, “Go get some sleep, hopefully you feel better in the morning.”

Emily nodded. The group listened to the sound of plastic crinkling as she headed back to the dormitory.

Chris turned to the two girls after Emily disappeared behind the doors, “Okay, I know you two have something to do with this. Spill.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Brandy kept a straight face as Chelsea smirked.

“I kept telling Emily to take off the damn thing, but she insisted that she ‘might need it’. I know you talked with her before class this morning, so fess up.” Chris scowled bitterly.

“I advised her to keep it on in case she needed it, for God’s sake she shit herself in class, Chris. It might be a bug going around, but at least she was able to get herself cleaned up.” Brandy scowled at Chelsea, who was making it hard for Chris to buy her story.

“What’s so funny?” Chris turned to Chelsea, “You’ve been giggling this whole time.”

“Oh, nothing, just heard a stupid joke today…it’s stupid, but kinda funny at the same time.” Chelsea tried to weasel her way out of her laughter.

“Don’t really want to hear it.” Chris said, “You girls need to be nicer to Emily. She’s in our group now and I won’t stand for you mistreating her.”

“Yes, sir,” Brandy mocked, “You can count on us.”

“Good,” Chris spat, “About damn time.” He looked tired, Brandy guessed that he had been busy all day. “You know what,” he continued, “I’m gonna go look for Chad, make sure he’s on the same page.”

“You do that,” Brandy nodded, “If you do find him, can you tell him not to worry about the homework issue? I think he lost his phone again.”

Chris slapped his hand to his face, “You have to quit using the poor guy to pass, bitch.”

Brandy licked her black lips. She didn’t want to burn bridges with Chris quite yet, but he was definitely pushing some buttons which were usually off-limits, “I’ve been a little busy lately,” She countered, “I usually do my own homework though.”

Chris looked down at the ground, “Well, good for you…God you’re such a fake.” Chris stormed off.

“Do you think he knows?” Chelsea asked once Chris was out of earshot.

“You really don’t have a very convincing poker face,” Brandy admitted, “He’ll find out that I’m fucking with his girl sooner or later.”

“Some Goth group we are,” Chelsea laughed.

“That bitch isn’t Goth, she’s a preppy little daddy’s girl. If Chris can’t see that then he should probably start dressing like a goody-goody nerd.”

“Do you think Chad’s okay?” Chelsea changed the subject.

“He better be. I’ll have to disown him to if I have to start doing homework again.” Brandy sighed, she’d had enough excitement for one day. “Well, guess I better do it myself.”

 

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