Forbidden Fruit

On a flight to Chicago, a gentleman had a serious problem. He had made several attempts to get into the men’s restroom, but it had always been occupied. The flight attendant noticed that he was walking short steps and had a look of pain on his face.
“Sir“, she said, “you may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall.”
He would have promised anything and said so. The relief was pure joy, and as he sat there savoring the feeling; he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch. Each button was identified by letters: WW, WA ,PP, and a red one labeled ATR.
He couldn’t resist. He pushed WW. WARM WATER was sprayed gently upon his bottom. That a nice feeling, he thought. Men’s restrooms don’t have nice things like this.
Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. WARM AIR replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside.
When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A Large POWER PUFF caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flowers to be unbelievable pleasure. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender loving pleasure. When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn’t wait to push the ATR button, which he knew would be supreme Ecstasy.
He knew he was in a hospital as he opened his eyes. A nurse was staring down at him with a smirk on her face.
“What happened?” he exclaimed.
“You pushed one too many buttons,” replied the nurse. The ATR button is an Automatic Tampon Remover.”