Anna get's checked

Anna stepped nervously into the customs booth, clutching her bag. The man inside smiled warmly, his demeanor calm and welcoming. He wore a uniform with a crisp badge labeled "Customs Official", and his clipboard was already in hand.

"Welcome to Obasaan, Anna," he said, his voice steady and soothing. "Let’s go ahead and get you checked in, shall we?"

Before Anna could reply, he gestured toward a padded bench in the corner of the booth. "Please take a seat. This won’t take long."

Anna hesitated but complied, sitting gingerly on the bench. The padding crinkled softly under her as the official jotted something on his clipboard.

"Good, good," he murmured, then glanced up at her. "Now, let’s check your attire. Stand up for me, please."

Anna’s cheeks flushed, but she rose to her feet. The official stepped closer, his movements efficient but not rushed. He crouched slightly, tugging the waistband of her snug pants down just enough to reveal the top of her diaper. He gave a small, approving nod.

"Well prepared," he said, his tone pleased. "You’re already in an Obasaan-standard diaper. That’s excellent, Anna. It’s always nice to see newcomers adjusting so quickly."

Anna didn’t know how to respond, her cheeks burning as she muttered, "Thank you?"

The official chuckled softly and continued. "Now, let’s review a few important rules for women here on Obasaan. I’ll keep it brief, but you’ll be given a full orientation packet later."

He straightened and began to list the rules, his tone professional but kind.

"Rule number one: all women must be diapered at all times. The only exceptions are during bathtime and diaper changes. If you’re ever found without proper protection, it could result in a warning or additional supervision." He paused, giving her a moment to process the information before continuing.

"Rule number two: diaper changes are exclusively performed by men. This is a foundational aspect of our culture here. You’ll find that it fosters a sense of care and mutual trust. Women are encouraged to relax and allow themselves to be cared for."

Anna bit her lip, her blush deepening. The matter-of-fact way he presented these rules left little room for argument, though she couldn’t help feeling self-conscious.

The official then glanced down at his clipboard and flipped through a few pages. "Ah, here it is," he said, stopping at a specific document. He scanned it briefly before looking back at her.

"Since you’re enrolled as a student and living in the dormitory, you’ll have a male student assigned as your designated checker and changer. This means he’ll be responsible for ensuring you remain comfortable and properly cared for during your day-to-day activities. He’ll also be in many of your classes, so he’ll be readily available when needed."

Anna blinked, her mind reeling at the revelation. "I… I’ll have someone assigned to… check me?" she asked, her voice shaky.

The official smiled reassuringly. "Yes, Anna. It’s standard practice for all unaccompanied women in student housing. However," he added, his tone softening, "you’re also free to allow anyone else to assist with your changes if you feel more comfortable with someone else. It’s entirely your choice in the moment."

Anna nodded slowly, her thoughts swirling as she tried to absorb everything. The idea of having a male student regularly checking and changing her felt overwhelming, but she could also sense a strange sense of reassurance in the structured system.

The official placed the clipboard down and offered her a small tablet. "Here’s your initial schedule, along with the name of your designated checker. You’ll meet him at the dormitory later today."

Anna took the tablet, her hands trembling slightly as she skimmed the information. A name stood out at the top of the page: “Ethan Calder—Assigned Caretaker.”

"Any questions so far?" the official asked, his tone encouraging.

Anna shook her head, though her thoughts were a jumble of confusion, nervousness, and curiosity.

"Good," the official said, stepping back with a satisfied nod. "Welcome to Obasaan, Anna. You’re all set to proceed. Enjoy your time here, and remember—you’re in good hands."

With that, he gestured for her to exit the booth, leaving Anna to step into the terminal with a new sense of uncertainty about what lay ahead.