Kyle the man who had refused a diaper earlier

As you continue to unpack your things, you take a closer look around the room. One side is already decorated with posters of sports cars and action movies, and there are a few model cars on the desk. It’s clearly been set up with a masculine touch.

Curious, you glance towards the wardrobe on that side of the room. Feeling a bit nosy, you decide to peek inside. You open the door slightly and see neatly hung shirts and jackets, definitely men's clothing. On the shelves below, there are folded jeans, shorts, and a few packs of fluffy white diapers, similar to the ones you saw on the shuttle.

The sight catches you off guard, even though you've already been introduced to the concept. It’s one thing to hear about it and see it in public, but another to see it in your own living space. You close the wardrobe door quietly, feeling a mix of curiosity and intrigue about your new roommate.

As you finish organizing your belongings, the door opens again, and a young man walks in. To your surprise, it’s the same man you saw earlier at customs, the one who had argued about wearing diapers. He looks around the room with an annoyed expression before his eyes land on you.

"Hey," he says, dropping his bag on the floor. "I’m Kyle. I guess we’re roommates."

"Hi, Kyle," you reply, trying to sound friendly. "I’m Anna. Nice to meet you."

Kyle looks around the room, his annoyance evident. "Can you believe this place? They’re actually making me wear diapers. It’s ridiculous."

You nod, remembering the scene at customs. "I saw you earlier. It did seem like a tough situation."

Kyle sighs and sits on his bed. "Yeah, it’s insane. I’m an adult. I shouldn’t have to deal with this. Don’t you agree?"

You pause, considering your response. "It’s definitely different from what we are used to. But I guess it’s just how things are done here."

Kyle shakes his head. "But that doesn’t mean it’s right. They can’t just **** us into this."

You try to choose your words carefully. "I understand where you’re coming from, Kyle. It’s a big adjustment. But maybe there’s a reason for it? I mean, we’re in a completely different society with its own customs."

Kyle looks frustrated. "You really think it’s okay? To be treated like this?"

You take a deep breath. "I don’t know if it’s okay or not. But we chose to come here, knowing it would be different. Maybe we should try to understand their way of life before we judge it."

Kyle looks at you for a moment, then sighs heavily. "I just don’t get it. How can everyone else be so accepting of this?"