Julie, a 25-year old Transwoman looking for a fresh start.

Julie had been carried into the room before she was placed onto the absorbant floor onto her padded bottom. Her brown hair had been brushed perfectly straight with a big pink bow clipped in it to match her dress. It poofed on the shoulders and had a bright pink tutu. The only thing that didn't match was the color of her underwear

"So long, sweety. Have fun at daycare," said Daddy Unit.

"We'll be back to pick you up darling," said Mommy Unit.

And the both of them had left, the force-field barrier switching back on and leaving the children. Julie said nothing, the pacifer in her mouth not allowing it, and she grabbed each of her forearms nervously. This was her first day at daycare, afterall.

"Hey."

Addressing her was a thirty-something year old woman. Her head was a poofed out nest of blonde curls full of bright pink hairclips. If she had any make-up and dressed differently, she could have been a famous actress on Earth. Instead, she was crawling up to her on her hands and knees. She wore a spaghetti strapped mini-t that reached just above her belly-button, and a bright pink diaper strapped around her waist. She didn't have a bra for her c-up breasts and her nipples were visible beneath her shirt, but she didn't seem to care.

"Why are you dressed like that?" she demanded.

"Yeah," said a redhead and brunette, all dressed just like the blonde, flanking her. They all had mean girl energy. All they lacked were the trashy make-up and high heeled shoes.

Rather than reaching for it, Julie settled with spitting out her paci, the tassel that tied it to her chest keeping it from falling to the floor.

"Because M-Mommy and Daddy dressed me," said Julie. "They said I looked pretty."

"But why are you wearing that?" she repeated petulantly. She then reached down and patted the front of her own diaper firmly. "Girls wear girl diapers. Why are you wearing boy diapers?"

She pointed across the room. Against the wall was a massive bookshelf, the entire thing a mess of toys and craft supplies meant for all ages. Grabbing onto one of the top shelves was an older man. He wore a blue t-shirt. Instead of pants or even briefs like an adult his own age should be wearing, he had a bright blue diaper of similar design to the one Julie was wearing. The white powder dusted his inner thighs, the impressive musculature of his legs making the inside of Julie's diaper tingle, indicated that he had just been changed into it.

"Dat's because I need it," said Julie, even more nervous now.

"But that's a boy diaper," said the redhead. "You're a boy, aren't you?"

"No. Mommy said I'm a good girl," said Julie, trying to hold back tears.

"Boys aren't supposed to be wearing dresses," said the Brunette.

Julie, original name Elliot and assigned male at birth, had come out as trans in high school. Her friends abandoned her, her parents went into full denial, and Julie had been forced to live on her own before she even graduated.

She had come to Obasaan as a fresh start. The colony was entirely managed by the artificial intelligence that maintained it and all of the humans who immigrated there came for similar reasons. All of the people there had grown up back on Earth or any of the other dozens of space colonies on the moon, but had been regressed back into babyhood where they were cared for by robots.

The robots didn't judge Julie. They held no prejudices or biases. When she had been "adopted" by her new robot family, they acknowledged her for who she was. When she filled out her stats in the immigration process, she had filling out "Female" on her Gender stats and they didn't argue with her about it. In fact, their AI algorithm knew exactly what to do.

She didn't mind the babying as much as she thought she would. In fact, her new robot parents had course-corrected their parenting algorithms to nurtur her exactly the way she needed them to. They dressed her in pink onsies and pretty dresses. They called her their special baby girl and it made her smile. They fed her bottle formula laced with the right mixture of hormones to help her body transition. She even felt her chest grow a little, though babies had little use for titties of their own.

Sure it made her more emotional at times, but babies were supposed to cry, and mommy and daddy knew how to comfort her.

She still had to wear boy diapers. She still had a pee-pee instead of a woo-woo, and the diapers were specially designed with this in mind, which made hiding her status as trans from biased humans a little difficult. Thankfully, those bullies were all babies just like her. She could cry about how mean these girls were being to her, and she definitely might, but they couldn't do anything else.

She was safe here.