She reaches her dorm room.

As the bus pulled up to the university campus, Anna’s stomach churned with nerves. She clutched her bag tightly and stepped off, feeling the warm breeze of Obasaan’s atmosphere against her face. The campus was stunning—an elegant blend of futuristic architecture and lush greenery. Pathways lined with smooth, white stones curved between the buildings, and the air buzzed with the chatter of students.

Anna quickly made her way toward the dormitory, her crinkling diaper reminding her of its presence with every step. She glanced around at the other students, and her cheeks burned as she noticed a distinct difference: most of the women weren’t bothering to cover their diapers.

Nearly every girl she passed wore just a simple t-shirt or dress that left their white diapers fully visible. Some were plain, medical-looking ones, while others had colorful designs or pastel patterns, but they were all unmistakably on display. A few women wore onesies or rompers that snapped at the crotch, but even those outfits seemed more practical than modest.

Anna’s own choice of snug pants suddenly felt out of place. Her thick, babyish diaper was crammed awkwardly under the fabric, its bulk exaggerated by the tight fit. The colorful design of blocks spelling "BABY" felt glaringly obvious now, even though no one else could see it.

By the time Anna reached the dormitory building, she was thoroughly self-conscious. She tried to shake off the feeling as she entered the building, a sleek, modern structure with polished floors and bright, inviting lighting.

The receptionist greeted her with a cheerful smile. “Welcome, Anna. Room 217 is yours. You’ll find your assigned roommate waiting for you.”

“Thanks,” Anna replied, her voice tight with nerves. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and headed up the stairs. Each step made her acutely aware of the crinkling sound her diaper made, and she silently prayed her roommate would be understanding—or at least, not overly judgmental.

When she reached the second floor, she found herself standing in front of room 217. The door was plain, with a small plaque displaying the number. Anna hesitated, her hand hovering over the handle. Who would her roommate be? Would it be another girl like her, fresh from Earth and still adjusting to Obasaan’s customs? Or someone fully integrated into this world, with its open embrace of diapers and nurturing relationships?

Her heart pounded as she turned the handle and stepped inside.