Latex gloves are fun. You can blow them up so that the finger parts wave around like a cockeral's crown. And the thumb? The nose/beak whatever. You can fill them with water and drop them from the 11th floor of a hotel room window and watch them explode on some poor unsuspecting soul (not that I'd do that though).
But when you're in the doctor's office, buck naked, knees on a short stool, bent over that cheap acrylic chair where the paper slides off all the time and you hear *SNAP* as that latex glove goes on his hand, it ain't fun. No.
"I'm putting some lube on my finger now. This might not feel very pleasant. Please put your hands behind you and hold your butt cheeks apart." DAMN!!! And then you feel it, and he ain't gentle. YOW-ZER!
"Your prostate feels fine."
No shit doc, now get your f***en finger outta my butt!
Prostate exams. A necessary evil. I hate full medicals, they suck. And I don't think I have ever changed back into my clothes so quickly in all my life. Now and only now can I fully appreciate what a woman goes through when she goes to the gynae. Not pleasant, and definitely not dignified.
Oeeeef *shudder*
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