This is a fantasy that I often think, even dream, about:
I'm 11 or 12 years old, and have been admitted to the hospital to have my tonsils removed.
The evening before the surgery my parents are with me, mom having been with me, and dad joining us after work.
I have other visitors in the room, mostly school classmates (girls and boys both).
A nurse enters the room, and announces that she will be giving me a couple enemas then leaves. My visitors remain. The nurse returns with the enema equipment, a white canister with long tubing attached.
With everyone still in the room and watching, she has me roll over on the bed, lifts up my hospital gown and has me remove my undies. The nurse lubricates, then inserts the nozzle starting the first of two enemas.
My visitors are all still in the room watching me receive enemas, and I am horribly embarrassed to the point of tears. Mom and dad are telling me that it's not that bad, they just don't seem to understand.
Following both enemas, the nurse inserts a bedpan under my bottom, and I expel the enemas, still with all eyes on me.
Following the enemas, she takes my temperature rectally, and finally leaves informing my visitors that the visiting hours are now over.
That's the end of the fantasy, however, part of this is true. I was in the hospital, and mom was with me when I was given the enemas.
I think of it to this day, many years later.
C.