You take a deep breath, trying to process the surreal situation unfolding around you. "Hell no, I'm not putting on some weird experimental diaper or any diaper!" you firmly declare, looking at Bonnie with a mixture of disbelief and defiance.
Bonnie just smirks, seemingly unfazed by your resistance. "Well, in a few hours, you won't have a choice."
You glance at Tyler, who gives you a sympathetic look but doesn't seem inclined to intervene. You weigh your options, feeling a surge of frustration. "This is crazy! I didn't sign up for some diaper-wearing, matriarchal society. I just wanted a fresh start!"
Bonnie chuckles, "Well, sweetheart, sometimes life gives you what you need, not what you want. And trust me, you'll thank me later. Now, be a good boy and let me take care of you."
You shake your head, "I can take care of myself just fine, thank you."
Bonnie leans in, her tone turning more serious, "Look, Dave, Obaasan is different. It's not like Earth. Men are taken care of by women, and it works. You'll see."
"I'm not so sure about that," you mutter under your breath.
Tyler finally speaks up, "Listen, Dave, Bonnie's right about the customs thing. We'll be landing soon, and you don't want any trouble. Just go with it for now. Who knows, maybe it won't be as bad as it sounds.
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