Anna takes a bus to the dorm.

Anna boarded the automated bus, clutching her tablet with her dormitory details and schedule. The padded seat beneath her crinkled softly as she sat down, a reminder of the unfamiliar bulk beneath her snug pants. The bus hummed quietly as it began to move, gliding smoothly along the streets of Obasaan Colony.

She glanced out the large windows, her curiosity drawn to the people walking along the wide sidewalks and gathering in open spaces.

One couple caught her attention immediately. The woman wore a pastel-colored romper with puffed sleeves and a frilly hem. The snug outfit barely concealed the thick diaper underneath, its pastel patterns faintly visible through the fabric. She clutched a stuffed animal—a well-loved bunny with floppy ears—close to her chest, her expression serene and content. Her hair was styled into two neat pigtails, adorned with bright pink ribbons that bobbed with every step she took.

Beside her was a man in his late twenties, dressed casually in a plain shirt and jeans. His presence was calming and authoritative, the way he held her hand gentle yet firm. He guided her to a seat, his movements fluid with care. Once they were settled, he reached into a bag slung over his shoulder and retrieved a brightly colored sippy cup. With a warm smile, he handed it to her. She accepted it eagerly, taking a sip as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The man leaned closer, adjusting the strap of her romper and whispering something into her ear that made her giggle softly.

Not far from Anna, three women boarded the bus together. At first glance, they could have been mistaken for any group of young women on Earth—except for the unmistakable signs of Obasaan’s norms.

Two of the women wore casual outfits: one in leggings and a sweater, the other in a sundress. However, both had obvious diaper bulges.

The leggings clung tightly, leaving no doubt about the thick padding underneath, while the sundress puffed out awkwardly around the waist, the diaper's bulk peeking through with every step. The third woman stood out the most. She wore only a short t-shirt that ended just above her navel, leaving her pristine white diaper entirely exposed. The plastic backing crinkled loudly as she moved, the tapes pulling snugly over her hips.

Across from Anna sat a young woman in a bright pink onesie adorned with cheerful cartoon animals. The fabric hugged her figure, the snap closures along the crotch drawing attention to the thick diaper beneath. The padding was unmistakable, its edges protruding slightly from the leg holes of the onesie. She sat not in her own seat but on the lap of a man who appeared to be her partner.

The man, dressed simply in a t-shirt and jeans, seemed entirely at ease with the arrangement. He bounced her gently on his knee, eliciting delighted squeals of laughter from the woman. She clung to him with one arm, the other resting lightly on his shoulder. His hand patted her diapered bottom rhythmically.

He leaned in close, murmuring softly into her ear, his words too quiet for Anna to hear. The woman responded by nuzzling into his chest, her eyes sparkling with contentment.

Anna couldn’t tear her eyes away from the interactions unfolding around her.

She fidgeted in her seat, the bulk of her own diaper pressing against her snug pants. The journey was giving her a glimpse into what life on Obasaan would be like, and though it was vastly different from anything she’d experienced, a small part of her was curious to see how she might fit into this strange new world.