Congratulations Fetishist/Podiatrist!

Sometimes people find the perfect job for themselves. Sometimes someone who loves kids becomes a teacher, or someone obsessed with engines becomes a mechanic. Dipshits can become lawyers, shut-ins can become mathematicians, idiots can become economists. There are perfect fits in the world.

Today you’re going to find yours backwards.

While finishing up the second week of your residency as a podiatrist you’re going to be working on a fifty year old patient with some serious bone injuries in her foot. You’re going to recommend surgery, following a lengthy and thorough exam where you touch her delicate, supple, perfectly formed foot. During the exam you’re also going to come. Quietly.

When you’re done with your appointment and all of the relevant paperwork for your patient’s surgery you’re going to clean yourself up. But, while cleaning up your jizz soaked boxers you’re going to think about your patient’s foot again, look at her x-ray and BAM. You’ll come again.

At this moment you’ll realize, for the first time, that you’re super into feet. Specifically women’s feet.

Enjoy the realization. This cosmic coincidence eludes most people in their lives, and you’re going to get to enjoy it for a good forty years before a patient notices that you came while looking at their feet. At that point you’ll be forced to resign in disgrace.

Congratulations Fetishist/Podiatrist!