It was a bright sunny morning and Julie was happy to have the holiday Monday off from work. As a new RN working in a pediatric practice, the fact that her day off coincided with the holiday was a chance happening, but a lucky one at that. She and her younger sister, Katie, were planning to do a shopping trip so she got up early, showered, and chose to wear a denim skirt and a button-down blouse. Afterward she had gone to the kitchen and began to make coffee. She had no sooner pressed “start” on the coffeemaker when Katie appeared looking quite bedraggled wearing a faded t-shirt and ancient gym shorts. Her hair was a mess and complexion was pallid.

“You look positively awful,” said Julie. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel terrible. My boobs hurt, I feel bloated, and haven’t had a decent BM in a couple of days. Every month is like this just before I get my period. The joys of being a woman!”

“Well, you know what mom would say, “Take two aspirin and go sit on the potty.”

“I did that, but nothing happened. You’re a nurse so tell me what I can do. Please!” she begged.

“I can tell you what works for me, but you probably won’t like it.”

“What’s that. I’m willing to try anything.”

“Anything? Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Whatever works.”

“OK, what you need is a nice warm enema. It will cure the constipation and also act like an internal hot water bottle. Trust me.”

“Ewww. I remember mom giving me a Pedialax a couple of times when I was younger, and they made me to go but I didn’t like them at all.”

“I’m not talking about 2-3 ounces though. What you really do need to have will be more like two quarts.”

“You’re kidding me. Two quarts?! I don’t think that I can hold that much.

“Sure, you can. If I can, so can you. Should we go see if mom has an enema bag stashed somewhere?”

“Gee, I don’t know about all this.”

“Two things. First, I’m a nurse and have given a lot of these so I do know how. Second, it’s what I have learned to do myself each month to deal with my period. So, what do you say?”

“If you say it works.”

The two went rummaging under the vanity in the main bathroom and then through the linen closet. Finally, they found the classic red rubber combination syringe complete with red hose and a black rectal nozzle attached. A quick look around and Julie found a new bar of Ivory soap and a jar of Vaseline. “Perfect!” she exclaimed as she gathered everything up and headed into the bathroom with Katie following at an albeit guarded distance.

Katie sat on the closed lid of the toilet as her older sister set to work making her an enema. She started by running the water at the sink to get warm and once it was, she pushed in the stopper to let the sink fill and then floated the Ivory soap.

“Isn’t this a lot more bother than just buying one of those disposables?” asked a very curious Katie.

“Not really. Besides those don’t have enough volume plus you can’t make them warm either,” explained Julie now scooping up the warm soapy water with a water glass and pouring it into the bag. “We’re almost ready so why don’t you take off those shorts and underwear.”

Katie took one look at the bulging bag after Julie had attached the hose and hung it from the towel rack. It was intimidating and it made her swallow hard, her mouth now turning dry with nervous anticipation. That moment of truth was now upon her, and she knew that nothing that she would say was going to successfully allow her to back out now. After collecting those thoughts, she got up from her seat and peeled off the shorts and bikinis.

“I’m just going to spread this towel on the floor, and you kneel on it keeping your butt in the air, but resting your head on the floor,” Julie instructed.

Katie never felt more vulnerable as she assumed the position and shortly thereafter Julie opened the jar of Vaseline, took some on the tip of her index finger and dabbed it onto Katie’s rosebud, a motion that made her flinch. “OK, let’s get this over with. I’m afraid I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” she said to Julie.

“The nozzle comes next so take a deep breath and relax your butt muscles,” explained Julie then inserting the nozzle. “Are you doing alright?”

“I am, but it does feel a bit strange back there.”

“You’re all set so I’m going to start it now,” Julie said releasing the clamp and letting the enema begin its journey from the bag to the insides of her sister. “You’ll start to feel a sensation of warmth in a minute or two.”

Julie was right because right on schedule Katie felt a soothing sensation of warmth. “This feels sort of nice. But you do have to explain to me when did you learn to do this?”

“The second year in nursing school we all had an assignment to make and give someone else an enema. Fortunately, my roommate was also in the course so we gave one to each other. It was shortly thereafter that one of the other students said she took one every month for her PMS. I tried it and it found that it works great,” explained Julie as Katie continued to fill.

“Julie, I’m starting to feel full. How much more?”

“You’re doing fine. Just a little bit more and the bag will be empty.”

“Really? I took all that?”

“You did and can you believe that you’re now done? But try to hold it for a few minutes because the warmth of the enema inside you will calm your uterus down.” Katie did as her sister said to and even with all of that warm water inside of her was feeling a bit better, but then the urge to go hit her.

“Julie, I really have to go. Like bad. Like now.” Julie shut the clamp and removed the nozzle. Katie wasted no time moving over to the potty. She tried valiantly to retain the enema, but her body had reached its limit and soon a small amount of the warm soapy water exited her body. “I can’t hold it any longer!” she exclaimed.

“The go ahead. Don’t fight it anymore,” said Julie. Katie didn’t need any further encouragement and soon the enema-dissolved waste literally gushed out of her.

“Uhh! Oh, does it ever feel good to get rid of that,” she said.

“Don’t be in a rush. Remember you took a couple of quarts so there is probably a lot more in you that needs to come out yet.” Julie had no sooner uttered those words when two more waves flowed out of Katie’s bowels.

“No wonder I was feeling so crappy,” said Katie as the last of her enema was released. “I certainly don’t feel bloated anymore.”

“I’m going to let you go take a shower and get cleaned up. And can I assume that our shopping trip might be back on?”

Katie smiled at her sister and said, “Yeah, shopping makes me feel better, too. What do you think we might want to do for lunch?”

“I don’t know. Any ideas?”

“Yeah, something with alcohol?”

“Like a bloody Mary?” giggled Julie.

“I don’t think so. No, not today!”