Customs

The shuttle lands smoothly, and you feel a gentle bump as it touches down on Obasaan's surface. The excitement of your new life surges through you, momentarily pushing aside your curiosity about the men in diapers. You gather your belongings and follow the crowd towards the customs area.

As you approach, you notice that there are two distinct lines: one for women and men accompanied by women, and another for unaccompanied men. The line for women moves quickly, with officers greeting each arrival warmly. You glance over at the line for unaccompanied men and see that it is moving more slowly, with more scrutiny.

Suddenly, you hear raised voices coming from the unaccompanied men's line. You see a young man, his face flushed with anger, arguing with a customs officer. He seems agitated, his gestures animated as he speaks.

"I'm not going to wear a diaper!" the young man protests loudly. "This is ridiculous. I'm an adult!"

The customs officer, a tall woman with a stern expression, looks at him calmly. "Sir, it's the law on Obasaan. All men are required to wear diapers. If you refuse, you will be sent back to Earth immediately."

The man shakes his head, his voice rising in frustration. "You can't make me do this. I have rights!"

The officer's expression softens slightly, but her tone remains firm. "I understand this is difficult on earth, but here oyu only hve to right to fill your Pampers. You have a choice: comply with our customs or return to Earth."

The man's shoulders slump, his defiance giving way to resignation. "Fine," he mutters, looking down at the floor. "I'll do it."

The officer nods and gestures for him to follow her. "This way, please." She leads him to a curtained-off area nearby.

As they disappear behind the curtain, the customs officer's colleague, a woman with a kind smile, steps forward to reassure the remaining men in line. "It's a big adjustment, but you'll find that life here is fulfilling and supportive. We'll make sure you're well taken care of."

You turn back to your own line, moving forward as the customs officers process the women and their accompanying men. When it's your turn, a friendly officer scans your identification and welcomes you to Obasaan.

"Welcome, Anna," she says with a warm smile. "We're glad to have you here. Enjoy your new life and studies at Obasaan University."