They just moved here for a cheap house

As Lillian and Stefan finished unloading the last box from their car, Lillian's eyes caught sight of something peculiar in the corner of the room. Walking over, she discovered a large piece of furniture she had never seen before – a changing table. Confusion wrinkled her brow as she tried to make sense of it. What was this strange contraption, and what were the white and pink objects neatly arranged on top of it?

Stefan, noticing her perplexed expression, approached her with a smile. "Ah, I see you've found the changing table," he said, gesturing towards the piece of furniture. "It's a common feature in homes here in The Colony."

Lillian furrowed her brows in confusion. "But what is it for?" she asked, casting a curious glance at the array of diapers and pull-ups neatly arranged on the table.

Stefan chuckled softly, understanding her confusion. "Well, you see, Lillian," he began, his tone gentle, "The Colony is actually an infantilist community. In order to qualify for a house at a reduced price, one of us had to register as a 'little.'"

Lillian's eyes widened in surprise as she processed Stefan's words. "So, you mean..." she trailed off, struggling to comprehend the implications.

Stefan nodded, his expression serious yet compassionate. "Yes, one of us has to live like a toddler as part of the community's requirements. And that's why you see the changing table and diapers – they're for you."

Lillian took a moment to absorb this new information, her mind swirling with thoughts and questions. It was a lot to take in.

"Wow," she finally breathed, her gaze lingering on the changing table. "It's certainly... different.