Alright, story time.
Household gloves are my poison. When I was young, my mom used a pair of white rubber gloves for doing the dishes. They had a bit of a gripping pattern, but they were so soft and rubbery, and they smelled great. I had used them on myself a couple of times (though only through my pajama pants, because that would be disgusting otherwise
), and really wanted to get a pair of my own, but I was too embarrassed to just go to the story and buy them.
When I was sixteen or so, I devised a plan. I knew where my mom kept her gloves of course. So one day when I noticed she didn't have any spare ones anymore and the ones in use looked like they needed to be replaced, I thought of something I would need to buy at the store where those gloves were sold (HEMA, for any Dutchies reading along). Before I went out the door, I asked her if there was anything I could pick up for her, and sure enough, she asked me to pick up a pair of the gloves!
This was less embarrassing, because now I was buying those gloves as an errand for my mom, rather than for myself - and of course nobody would then question that second pair I bought with it
. Not that the cashier would ask about it anyway, but it was enough to have that excuse for myself.
I was so happy my plan had worked.
Unfortunately, the universe had other plans.
When I came to the glove section, it turned out that they only had one pair left!
Now I was stuck having to buy these gloves (which would still be slightly embarrassing), and then having to give them away to my mom!
What's worse was that I ran into two girls from my school at the register, two girls who were always teasing me (I would say bullying, but it was never
that bad). I was sure they saw that I had bought gloves, and probably saw right through me. It was so awkward.
And the bad luck wasn't over with that. I figured I would just buy the gloves for myself some other time (now that I had gone through it once, buying them without a (real) excuse would be a bit easier), but as it turned out, that pair wasn't just the last they had that day, it was the last they had ever!
I was so sad. I really wanted a pair of those gloves, since they were the first gloves I ever encountered - and therefore the origin of my fetish - but it wasn't meant to be.
Instead, I bought a pair of red gloves at the same store a little while later. They were nice, quite thick, but they were rather short, and way oversized (size 9). I still have that pair. But I never did get those white ones anymore.