the thick babyish diaper

As Anna carefully picked the thick, colorful diaper, her decision seemed to brighten the room a touch more, reflecting her acceptance and perhaps a silent readiness to immerse herself into the new culture of Obasaan. Mia’s face lit up with a soft smile, a gesture that spoke volumes of her support for Anna’s choice.

Mia’s Daddy stood up as Anna prepared to leave the room to change. He chuckled, a sound that filled the space with warmth and a hint of paternal fondness. “You know, on Obasaan, our ladies don’t usually take care of such things by themselves,” he said, his voice tinged with humor.

Anna's blush deepened, and she gave a tentative smile. "I... I guess I’ll need to get used to that, then," she said, her voice a mix of nervousness and excitement.

"And besides," Mia's Daddy continued, chuckling softly, "girls in such babyish diapers definitely shouldn't have to worry about changing themselves."

Anna paused, a slight blush coloring her cheeks at his words. She wasn’t used to such customs, her independence clashing gently with the nurturing practices of Mia’s world. She was hesitant but also intrigued by the care and closeness it implied. "I... I guess I could use some help then," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mia's Daddy nodded, a gentle smile spreading across his face.