by Juan_Bottom on Sun Jun 17, 2012 6:58 pm
Happy Father's Day.
And now, a story about my second job.
I got a job as a life guard at the Lena Park District's pool back when I was 15. My first day there was more of an orientation day, with two other "cadets" and two actual life guards. Both of the guards were males around 19 years of age. The day that I was there was packed with girls around my age, and I just knew that I had chosen the right summer profession.
The two guards took their shirts off before we got to the pool, and explained that we shouldn't wear shirts at all, because they can get caught or pulled on by a drowning person. Another important thing to remember with shirts, is that you don't want to waste time pulling them off while someone drowns. So we all took off our shirts. Being the manliest 15 year old ever, I had a nice full chest of hair. But I was the only one. . .
Guard #1 tells me, bluntly, that I should shave my chest. The ladies prefer it anyway, so he does it too. It's no big deal. Embarrassed, I tell them that I will shave my chest before I come back.
So there I am, a Thursday morning, the suns shining brightly, and I've got my shower radio blaring the local Pop station. I got my chest all lathered nicely and I step into the shower, while my back gets licked with warm water from the osculating shower head. I draw the razor down my tummy, "shrrreeek!!"
"Not so bad" I think.
But then my song comes on the radio. You remember that bird song by Nelly Furtado, right?
I'm singing along, gargling water. I'm moving my feet a little, getting excited for work with my soon-to-be fully shaved front. And that's when I completely shaved off my right nipple. As the water speckled my eyes, I looked in absolute terror as my nipple fell into the drain. Brilliant yet also dark crimson poured down my white-lathered stomach. But I need to be clear, I didn't lose the aureola now, just the nipple. But! I was able to find my nipple, to my relief, but being alone I didn't know what to do. I dried off and pressed a t-shirt to my nipple. I called my mom at work, and she rushed me to the hospital. I don't know what I was thinking, but while waiting for a doctor I gave my nipple to a nurse. When the doctor finally came to see me, he didn't mince words. "We can't re-attach nipples. I know that's what you're hoping for, but we just can't do it." All I can do is stitch it and give you some salve to help it heal.
"But I'm a life-guard!" I pleaded, "I wouldn't have even cut my tit off if I wasn't a life-guard!!! I can't be a one-nippled guard! Everyone will make fun of me!!!"
The doctor, Kelvin (was his name), felt some compassion for me. No doubt he understood the difficulties that naturally come with being a horny 15-year-old boy. So he referenced another doctor. That doctor couldn't attach dead nipples either. And there are no such thing as silicon nipples; there's just no demand for them. But I had to have a nipple, whatever the cost. So he used me to practice and test a new procedure that was his brain child.
He cut off the little toe off of my left foot, and did a transplant.
Everyone asks me if it was worth the surgery. People also want to know what it's like to have a toe there. I tell them all the same things. Being able to wiggle my nipple is awesome, though because the bone is still there it always has the appearance of being hard. So that's still a drawback. I also have to be careful not to get athlete's foot on my tit, and even more careful not to let some Betty suck it. It's hard to keep that rule when things are getting hot. But if a girl gets athlete's foot in her teeth it can turn into a terrible case of gingivitis. Then things will be hard for both of us. And also, remembering to keep my nipple nail trim is a hassle too. But it has caught on shirts before and ruined them. So I can't forget.
But all of these drawbacks can't take enough away from being able to walk around without a shirt on. How awesome is that, fellas?