You sit with Tyler, andn otice he is wearing something strange

As you sit down next to Tyler, you notice something very odd—he's wearing a pink onesie, and there's a very obvious diaper bulge.

"Tyler, what the hell are you wearing?!" you exclaim.

"It's my uniform. Can you believe I found a job on Obaasan before we even got there?" Tyler replies.

"What kind of job makes you dress like a baby?!" you ask, flustered.

"All males wear diapers on Obaasan, and as well they should. Your entire gender is basically a bunch of big babies," interjects Bonnie, Tyler's wife.

Bonnie is a well-known **** feminist and a professor of women's studies. She's always "worn the pants" in their relationship. When she heard about Obaasan, she thought it sounded like heaven. Tyler had a solid job on Earth, but the moment he lost it, Bonnie booked passage to Obaasan immediately.

"I'm going to use the bathroom, something this little guy doesn't need to worry about ever again," Bonnie continues, kissing Tyler on the forehead before heading to the ladies' room.

"Is what she's saying true?" you inquire.

"Well, yeah. Obaasan is a Communist Matriarchy. Women rule everything, and guys are not potty trained and required to wear diapers. Dude, did you seriously do zero research on a place you plan to move to?" says Tyler.

"Dude, we've been friends our whole lives. Did you ever know me to be the type to do my homework?" you retort.

"Ha, I guess you're right," Tyler says with a grin.

"I've got to find a way out of this mess. I don't want to wear diapers for the rest of my life!" you say fearfully.

"It's too late, man. We've taken off, and you already signed the immigration papers," Tyler replies matter-of-factly.

"Shit! The papers... I didn't even read them," you respond in a panic.

At this moment, Bonnie returns from the restroom, hearing the tail end of your conversation. She smugly says, "See? You really do need a woman to take care of you. In fact, the customs officials won't be happy if you show up without a diaper on. They might fine you or worse."

"Really?" you ask.

"Yes, really. Thanks to me, Ty Ty here is all prepared. I got him a job testing experimental new diapers and other products for a major company," Bonnie says.

You look at Tyler and ask, "Did you really accept a job testing diapers? Why?"

"Well," Tyler says, "I have to wear them anyway, and the salary is more than double what I was making on Earth. Plus, Bonnie got a job as one of the researchers at the company, so it all worked out."

"What exactly is 'experimental' about the diaper you're wearing?" you ask curiously.

"All they told me is this is a new diaper designed to help men from outside Obaasan transition to diapers more easily. They said that's all they could tell me. All I know is ever since Bonnie put it on me, I've felt pretty happy and at peace with the idea of my new life on Obaasan," Tyler replies.

"This is all insane," you say, overwhelmed.

"Is it?" Bonnie replies. "The latest study showed that over 98% of males are much happier on Obaasan, and I think you will be too, Dave. Just admit that you need a woman to take care of you. I'm a caring woman, and I think I'll help you out. I have a few more of Ty Ty's diapers in my bag. If you'd like, I'll put one on you so you won't get in trouble when we land. All I ask is that you admit I was right and you really do need a woman to take care of you. By the way, I'm sure you'll find one on Obaasan—it's over 80% women, most of them looking for a cute little guy to care for."

You're perplexed. On one hand, it seems inevitable that you'll be diapered eventually, but on the other, you have no desire to give up just yet...