Arrival at the Dorm

The automated bus glided to a smooth stop in front of a modern, sprawling building labeled “Dormitory 3 - Obasaan Academy.” Anna’s heart raced as she clutched the tablet displaying her room assignment. Stepping off the bus, the faint crinkle of her diaper reminded her that this place already had its own rules—and she was now fully immersed in them.

The lobby was bright and welcoming, with soft pastel walls and plush seating scattered around. Several women milled about, their outfits ranging from casual to overtly childish, every one of them unmistakably diapered. A receptionist at the front desk greeted Anna with a cheerful smile, her badge reading “Orientation Specialist.”

“Anna! Welcome!” the woman exclaimed, glancing at her screen. “You’re in Room 214. We’ve been expecting you. Let me grab your room key and some orientation materials."

Anna nodded, muttering a soft “Thank you,” before heading toward the elevators. Her heart pounded with every step, and the crinkling sound from her diaper seemed impossibly loud in the quiet hallway.

The elevator ride was short, and when she stepped out onto the third floor, she was greeted by a corridor painted in soft, calming colors. The walls were lined with murals of whimsical animals and flowers, and the doors to each room were adorned with small plaques bearing the names of their occupants.

Anna walked slowly down the hall, scanning the plaques until she found hers: Anna Williams – Room 214. Her name was written in neat script, and below it was a cheerful little cartoon bunny wearing a bowtie.

She paused in front of the door, her hand hovering over the doorknob. Her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. This was it—her new home, her new life. She had no idea what awaited her on the other side.