you demand your pants back

Your desire for some semblance of normalcy and privacy pushes you to insist, "I don't care. I want my pants back."

The attendant sighs, seemingly annoyed by your persistence. "Fine, have it your way." She hands you your pants, and you fumble to put them on over the thick diaper. It's a tight fit, and the diaper's bulk is unmistakable.

You make your way back to Bonnie and Tyler, trying your best to act nonchalant despite the noticeable bulk of the diaper beneath your pants. As you approach, Tyler gives you a sympathetic look, and Bonnie smirks as if she's won some unspoken victory.

"Well, look who's back," Bonnie says with a sly grin. "Feeling more comfortable now, dear?"

You shoot her a glare, but decide not to engage in further argument for now. "Let's just get through this landing and figure out what's next."

Tyler pats you on the back, "Don't worry, man. Once we settle in, things might not be as bad as they seem. It's just a diaper, right?"

You offer a **** smile, realizing that, for now, you might have to accept this strange reality. The spacecraft descends towards Obaasan, and you prepare yourself for the next chapter of your life in this peculiar, female-dominated society.