This totally overlapped with my early interest in anatomy, and what I’d later learn to call medfet.
We had a huge mirror on one wall in our master bath, and I’d often bend over and check things out, but it was hard to see because of the distances.
Later I used a table top makeup mirror my mom had and bring it with me to the bathroom. I’d lay on my back, flip my legs up over my chest, hold the mirror with one hand and poke around with the other. I was fascinated!
Finally as I got more curious, I found a metal rod - 1 of 4 legs of the base of a modern floor lamp. It was about 1/2” in diameter and 6” long. I’d assume the position and play with my ass until it basically gaped open by itself. It was wide enough I could just slide, actually drop, that rod into myself, and at about 3-4” it would hit the back of my rectum. I was, once again, fascinated! How could there be a “wall” there, where did the poop come from?
A life of asking deeply private, inappropriate questions about intimate anatomy had begun.
-TYD