diapers are mandatory for women

The man looks at Anna, puzzled by her question. "What do you mean?" he asks, glancing around as if trying to see what she's referring to.

Anna shifts closer, lowering her voice even further. "The... diapers," she says nervously, barely above a whisper.

Recognition dawns on the man's face, and he nods slowly. "Ah, I see," he replies. "Are you new to Obasaan?"

Anna nods, her curiosity piqued. "Yeah, it's my first time. I got accepted into the university."

"Well," the man begins, leaning back in his seat, "there's something you should know about Obasaan. All women here have to wear diapers. It's just the way things are."

Anna's eyes widen in shock. "What? Why?"

The man sighs, as if explaining a well-known but controversial fact. "The people of Obasaan believe that women are less mature than men. They think the diapers serve as a constant reminder of this supposed lack of maturity. It’s a cultural norm here, deeply ingrained in their society."

Anna feels a mix of disbelief and outrage bubbling up inside her. "That's... that's ridiculous," she stammers.

The man nods sympathetically. "I understand how you feel. It was a shock for my wife when we first moved here too. But over time, we’ve learned to adapt. Many of the women here have come to accept it as just a part of life. It’s different, yes, but the community is strong, and there are plenty of opportunities."

Anna takes a deep breath, trying to process this new information. "So, every woman here wears diapers? Even at the university?"

"Yes," the man confirms. "It’s mandatory."