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So You Want to be a Nurse? Ch. 01

By: MicheleNylons



Bound to Her Calling

Males make up around 10 percent of the nursing workforce in the UK. Nurses are typically regarded as female and males in nursing can find themselves referred to by the public and patients as 'male nurses' or 'murse' to distinguish them from other nurses. After the Second World War, large numbers of male nurses moved into the work force as they were demobilised after the war and had gained medical experience join the profession. In 1951 male nurses joined the main nursing register.

But these facts don't explain the prejudices male nurses underwent in the late 1950's and early 60's. Modern history has painted nursing as a career for women, and in so doing has led to stereotypes that discriminate against male nurses which deterred males from entering nursing, and made it difficult to recruit males to help ease the nursing shortage.

In 1957 Michael Nyland was one of the few male nurses working at Chelmsford Memorial Hospital. Although he had graduated second in his class he still suffered from workplace discrimination from some of the other hospital staff, particularly the doctors and even from the female nurses. The doctors considered him a man who didn't have the intellectual stamina to become a doctor and the some of the nurses ostracised him as a sort of freak who should have taken a real 'man's job' not undertaken a profession that was really 'women's work'.

Michael had been employed at Chelmsford Memorial Hospital, or CMH as the staff preferred to call it, for just on three months.

But Michael did have a secret. Yes he was a man, with male sexual appetites, but he had developed a predilection for female undergarments. He fondly remembered seeing his sisters and his mother clad in petticoats, suspenders, panties, stockings and high heels as they dressed innocently before him, he being the youngest of the family.

His fetish increased and became more compelling as he grew older. He secretly stole his sisters and mother's discarded undergarments and used them for masturbatory purposes and even began secretly wearing them under his male attire. This fascination increased during his internship as a trainee nurse where his female classmates wore these garments under their nurse's uniforms.

In these early days of Male nursing, men shared the same changing rooms as their female counterparts; hospitals simply labelled the change rooms as 'Doctors' and 'Nurses', never really taking into account the influx of male nursing staff. As a consequence, Michael was required to use the nurses change room and couldn't help sneaking furtive glances at the female nurses slipping into their starched white uniforms, exposing their undergarments, which usually consisted of full slips, suspenders and stockings 

Although he tried to suppress his fetish, he became a 'snowdropper', stealing female undergarments from the laundry or from the nurses' lockers when he thought it was safe to do so and wearing them under his uniform.

And so during his third month at CMH we find Michael standing at his locker dressed in his starched white trousers and long-sleeved smock adjusting his Nurses fob watch and then combing his hair in the mirror affixed to his locker door. CMH had placed a privacy screen separating him from the rest of the nurses in the change room; but the reality was it didn't provide much in the way of privacy. It was one of the discarded screens they used between the beds in the public wards and as everyone knew they didn't conceal much, so he used this as excuse to go to the toilet cubicle to change.

Michael always, changed into his uniform in the seclusion of the toilet cubicles where the doors ran from floor to ceiling providing complete privacy. He had to really, because under his uniform he was wearing a satin bodice, suspenders, panties and recently, a pair of expensive sheer stockings he had stolen from Matron Holliday's locker.

Amanda Holliday was one of the nurses who gave him the most grief about being a man in a what she considered to be an all female profession and he had taken great delight when he had lifted the obviously expensive hosiery from her locker earlier in the day. Michael was always the first to show up for work so he could rummage around the nurses change room to see if there was anything worth snowdropping.

"Fuck me I've lost another pair of me best sheers!" Amanda exploded as she slammed her locker door closed.

"One of you cunts is stealing all me best knickers and stockings and it's going to fucking stop!" she screeched to the oncoming shift of nursing staff.

Michael secretly smiled when he heard the outburst.

"Are you fucking sure that you didn't leave then at Doctor Lovejoy's flat last night?" Polly, a more junior nurse, sniggered loud enough for the rest of the oncoming shift to hear.

"Well fuck you love; if you had been with Doctor Lovejoy you would know that he likes to fuck his nurses with their stocking on," the Matron retorted.

This was met by howls of laughter and giggles by the nurses, most of who had been fucked by the incredibly handsome, but hopelessly fickle Dr James Lovejoy M.D. 

Dr James Lovejoy M.D. was the latest of the string of interns who passed through CMH on their way to better paying positions, seeking lucrative placements at more prestigious private hospitals, whilst fucking as many nurses as they could during their tenure at CMH.

Dr James Lovejoy M.D. liked to fuck his nurses in their uniforms. It was one of his peccadilloes, he was sometimes found coming out of a vacant private ward or even a storage closet, adjusting his flies followed by a nurse adjusting her tunic or straightening the seams of her stockings.

Michael listened to the nurse's chatter but remained calm as he finished his prep before going on shift.

"Maybe it's the male nurse," Polly giggled.

"Maybe he wants to not just act like a nurse; maybe he wants to dress like one," Polly laughed.

The whole of the oncoming shift laughed along with her and Michael blushed.

Michael carried out his usual routines as a junior nurse on staff and Amanda, being the senior nursing sister, made sure he got most of the shitty jobs. Bedpans, prescriptions and bed baths made up most of Michael's shift, even though he had qualified as an operating theatre nurse during his training.

"Nyland, OP four, now!" Matron Amanda Holliday screeched.

Michael was extremely happy, at last he would be assisting in an operating theatre, the vocation he had trained for and was eminently suitable but had been denied due to the prejudices of the senior nursing staff.

Michael arrived at the OP and was told to prepare to assist Dr Lovejoy with a minor procedure. Amanda would be the Circulating Nurse, overseeing Polly who would be the Scrub Nurse and Michael who would be the Instrument Nurse. There would also be an anaesthetist, Dr Brian Marron, an older gentleman who was known to be short tempered and very staid in his ways. 

The operation went precisely as planned until just before closing.

"Hold this clamp for me please Nurse," Dr Lovejoy instructed Michael, sarcasm evident in the inflection of the word 'nurse'.

Michael was extremely close to the doctor now and was very aware of their proximity. He began to sweat, not only because of the theatre lights but because he was sporting an unwelcome erection. The silky feel of his undergarments and nylon stockings against his flesh kept him in a constant state of semi-arousal and as a consequence Michael often found himself becoming fully erect at the most inopportune times.

Dr Lovejoy evidently slipped whilst making what was to be his last incision and suddenly an arterial spray of blood erupted from the patient dousing both him and Michael.

"Fuck! Fuck! Clamp! Clamp! Nurse!" Michael's training kicked in and he quickly handed the doctor the appropriate clamp.

The wound was quickly clamped and a stitch repair effected and in a few minutes the patient was closed. Dr Lovejoy might be a skirt-chaser but he was also a very good doctor. Then Michael heard the words that would change his life forever.

"Fuck, we will still have to decontaminate you," she instructed.

"Dr Marron, Polly, come over here away from those two."

Michael stood there stunned. He knew this was the contemporary drill when a patient's bodily fluids breached the integrity of the protective surgical gloves, scrubs, masks, caps, and over-boots. The drill was to try to keep all of the contaminated material in one place, remove those not contaminated, then move the contaminated people to the scrubbing area for decontamination. This situation was fast becoming Michael's worst nightmare.

"Dr Lovejoy, Nurse Nyland, remove your outer garments, drop them on the floor and retire to the scrubbing area. I'll bring out the patient with Polly assisting, then call in the decontamination team."

James Lovejoy had already dropped his surgeon's scrubs and was pulling off his trousers to reveal a pair of rather fashionable boxer shorts. He quickly removed his tie and shirt and stood in his boxers and vest.

"Come on Nurse Nyland," Matron Holliday screamed at him.

Michael slowly removed his trousers and everyone gasped when his stocking-clad legs came into view.

Michael was glowing red with embarrassment when he took off his shirt and stood before them dressed in his satin bodice, suspenders, panties and a pair the expensive sheer stockings he had recently stolen from Matron Holliday.

"He's a fucking noncer," cried Dr Lovejoy.

"This is quite inappropriate," cried Dr Marron.

"He stole me fucking best sheers," cried Matron Holliday.

"He's got a stiff willy," Polly screeched pointing at the erection tenting the front of Michael's panties.

"Oh my fucking god!" Michael screamed and ran from the operating theatre.

He stooped in the scrub room and was ripping off his lingerie when Matron Holliday appeared.

"Don't you dare ladder my fucking stockings! Slow down and take them off slowly," she said calmly. 

"Now look here. I know you're embarrassed but there are far worse things that have happened here a CMH, believe you me. We once caught a doctor fucking a corpse in the morgue for fuck sake."

"But I'll get sacked for sure," Michael sobbed, handing Amanda her stockings.

"Sacked. You're fucking joking! We haven't got enough nurses as it is," she replied.

"But, and this is a big but; your arse now belongs to me. You put one foot out of place and you will feel my wrath," the Matron warned.

"But what about the others?" Michael cried.

"Well Dr Lovejoy loves nurses in stockings but not you I'm afraid," she jibed.

"He does however having a raging hardon for one Matron Amanda Holliday however so he will keep shtum because I will tell him to."

"Dr Marron hates anything controversial or likely to bring CMH into disrepute so he too will keep quiet."

"And ditsy Polly will do whatever I tell her to do," she concluded.

"Now get showered, put on a new uniform and for fuck sake leave the nurses knickers alone you pervert," she scolded.

Matron stormed back into operating theatre where she gathered all the staff together.

"Ok; this is how we are going to deal with this," she started.

The next couple of weeks for Michael were hell, waiting for his secret to be exposed. He walked around on eggshells but there were no snide remarks from the other nurses or doctors but he did get the odd poke from Dr Lovejoy and Matron Holliday. 

For example a few days earlier Dr Lovejoy lifted Michaels trouser leg and commented.

"Socks today Nurse? No stockings?" he jibed. 

Amanda gave him every dirty and demeaning job she could dream up and she had made him buy her a pair of expensive stockings every week.

Michael was still wearing lingerie and nylons at home but obviously refrained from wearing such attire at work.

All was well enough and Michael thought the incident might all be over with until one day Matron summoned him.

"I need you to attend to a patient in one of the private rooms, room 206."

"Just a bandage change and bed bath," she said dismissively.

Michael entered room 206 and was a little surprised to find the room was in darkness. He reached for the light switch and felt a little prick at the base of his neck. He'd been in nursing long enough to realise he'd just been injected with a hyperdermic but that was his last thought before he blacked out.

Michael woke up and realised several things were wrong. To start with he was bound to a hospital bed; his wrists tied very tightly behind him to the steel bed frame, he couldn't move his hands at all. Even more disconcerting he soon realised that he was dressed in his favourite lingerie: full-slip, suspenders, stockings, panties and he could feel that his feet were in a very unfamiliar pair of shoes. When he looked down he saw that below his slim stocking-clad ankles his feet were shod in black high-heel pumps.

He was also aware that his hair felt different, it was longer and he had a fringe. Someone had put a wig on him. But more perplexingly he could taste lipstick on his lips and was aware that someone had put something on his face. He appeared to be wearing makeup. He was also aware of the very sensual aroma of perfume that surrounded him.

Still groggy he looked around the room. He was still in room 206 as best he could determine; beside the bed was a basin sitting on a stand, the kind the nurses used to shave patients prior to surgery. It was full of soapy water, hair and a razor.

A vanity screen was set up in the corner of the room and beside it was a chair over which was draped his uniform, under which were his shoes and socks.

It dawned on him. Someone had shaved him, the luxurious feel of the undergarments and stockings were accentuated because his body was freshly shaven. Someone had applied cosmetics to his face, bewigged him and dressed him as a woman. As exotic as this felt, his feelings of trepidation were not abated. Someone had done this to him and him tied to a bed. 

His immediate thought was that this was going to be a very embarrassing practical joke likely organised by Dr Lovejoy or the Matron; that the entire shift of hospital staff would be invited to come and laugh at him. 

"What do you think Nurse Nyland?" he heard a familiar voice.

He looked over to see Matron Holliday wheeling over a full-length mirror. She was wearing her nurse's uniform but it wasn't right. Her hair was coiffured differently, it was let down and brushed out, her tunic was unbuttoned to reveal what looked like a satin bustier, the hem was way to short, revealing the dark welts of her fully-fashioned stockings and she was wearing high-heels as opposed to the regulation nurses soft-soled shoes. Also her makeup was too heavy and dramatic to be acceptable for work.

As the mirror came closer, eventually coming to rest at foot of the bed, Michael was astonished to see his reflection. If he didn't know better he would swear that he was looking at a sexy, voluptuous woman tied to the bed. Clad in silky full-slip, satin cami-knickers, sheer hose, high-heels; her makeup professionally applied and her hair coffered. She looked like a slattern, with her red lipstick, rouged cheeks, heavily mascaraed eyes, black kohl and gaudy pink and blue hued eye shadow crowned by an impossibly blonde 'Marilyn Munro' style wig.

"Say hello to Nurse Michele Nylons," Amanda whispered dramatically.

"What the fuck?" Michael stammered.

"Shh, shh Michele, this is just the first part of your training."

"You wanted to secretly dress like one of us; even went as far as stealing our underwear to do so, well now you know what it looks and feels like to be one of us," she jeered.

"What the fuck Amanda? What do you think you're doing?" Michael hissed.

"We all had a meeting. All of us who witnessed your pathetic humiliation in the operating theatre and we decided that if you really want to be a nurse then we should assist you to go the whole way."

"There is really nothing you can do. We will tell the administration about your predilection for crossdressing if you try to resist. Did you really think that you would get off that easy?" the Matron sneered.

"What are you doing? This is crazy?" Michael stammered.

"Well first off I'm going to help you feel more comfortable dressed like a woman as that seems to be your secret desire. Then we will discuss what happens next a little later. Now lie back and relax and let Matron do what she does best," Amanda smiled.

Amanda walked up to the bed and put out a hand, her fingernails were painted bright red and she slowly raked them along Michele's legs.

"You love the feel of nylon stockings on your legs don't you Michele? Don't they feel so more sensuous against your skin now that you are shaved?"

Michele couldn't help but delight in the feel of the woman's feather-light touch on the cool nylon; it was exquisite.

"Yes I thought you'd like that," she whimpered.

"And what about the sensation of that lovely satin slip on your soft flesh?" her other hand stroked the bodice of the white satin full-slip.

She ran her fingers over Michele's chest and belly and she shivered as a delightful exhilarating feeling coursed through her body. She could feel herself harden.

"And. Oh my! What is this? Does your cocquette like the feel of these satin knickers? Are you getting aroused? Are you getting horny Nurse Michele?"

Amanda gripped Michele's penis through the satin cami-knickers and gave it a brief tug, which made Michele gasp.

"Oh yes she likes that. Look! She's making a little wet spot in her knickers," she sniggered.

Michele was perplexed, she really didn't understand what the Matron was doing to her but she knew that this was the most amazing sexual encounter she had ever experienced.

It had just dawned on Michael that he was now thinking about himself enfemme; as Michele rather than as Michael. Then Amanda lowered her face to Michele's. Her breath was sweet, her face was beautiful in the heavy makeup. Amanda lowered her lips and kissed Michele, gently at first, just a light brush of lipstick against lipstick and then a lingering peck that slowly evolved into a full French kiss, as she slipped her tongue into Michele's mouth.

Michele responded and tried to kiss the Matron harder but she withdrew.

"Doesn't it feel so feminine and exotic, lipstick lips against lipstick lips?" she whispered as she gently squeezed Michele through her knickers.

Michele knew that everything was wrong but she had never felt so sexually aroused before. Of course she often became stimulated when she crossdressed in female undergarments, but being fully feminised was like a sensory overload. Matron's ministrations amplified the sexual excitement to an extreme level.

Michele surrendered and she groaned as lust coursed through her body. Her penis, encased in the satin camiknickers, being gently squeezed by Amanda, was engorged and throbbing.

"Oh god!" she whimpered.

Amanda smiled and lowered her face once again and kissed Michele passionately and Michele responded in kind; their tongues explored each other's mouths and Michele lifted her groin to encourage the Matron to keep squeezing her swollen member.

"Yes you like it don't you Nurse Michele," Amanda cooed.

"Oh god it feels so good," Michele moaned.

"You will like this better," Amanda Holliday whispered.

She lifted her face from Michele's and Michele turned her head to watch her as the Matron lifted the hem of her uniform to reveal the dark welts of her fully-fashioned stockings. Michele gasped at the sight Amanda's creamy thighs framed by the black lace suspended straps and then a pair or red satin panties came into view; definitely not regulation nurse's attire.

"You like what you see don't you," Amanda giggled reaching out and squeezing Michele's panty-clad cock again.


So You Want to be a Nurse? Ch. 01



Then Amanda climbed onto the bed and straddled her helpless captive. She lowered her crotch so that her mound pressed against Michele's penis and slowly gyrated. Michele groaned and pushed up against her nemesis, her satin-clad cock rubbing against Amanda's panty-clad pubis.

"Don't you come yet," she hissed and lowered her face once again and kissed Michele passionately.

The Matron was experiencing just as much as pleasure as Michele as she slowly ground herself against her junior nurse. Her panties were soon soaked with vaginal juices and Michele's camiknickers were equally soaked with preseminal fluid.

The two sexy nurses ground against each other moaning and groaning, kissing and tonguing each other into a frenzy of lust.

Suddenly Matron Amanda Holliday ceased her passionate assault on Nurse Nyland and hopped off the bed.

"Oh my! I nearly went too far," she gasped.

"She's ready doctor," Matron called out.

Dr James Lovejoy emerged from behind the screen. He was naked and sporting a huge erection.

He bound over to bed and leaped on to it before Michele could comprehend what was happening.

Dr Lovejoy knelt on the bed and held Michele's legs up, ankles together, with one hand, whilst with the other he opened a leg hole of her cami-knickers and stabbed at Michele's anus.

Michele screamed.

"No!!"

"Sssshhh! Nurse; do you want someone to come to the door? What would they think?" Dr Lovejoy grinned, his face visible to her between her upraised legs.

"You always wanted to be a nurse; a real nurse, not a trouser-wearing boy-nurse, and you know what I like to do to nurses. I think you've wanted this for a long time but you just never knew it!" he hissed.

Michele was stunned and began to struggle against her bonds and, tried to kick her legs free of Dr Lovejoy's vice-like grip. 

"Some fucking help here please Amanda; we have this planned meticulously so please don't forget your part," he hissed as he fought against the struggling transvestite trapped underneath him.

Matron had been watching fascinated but came out of her reverie and stepped forward with a tube of lubricant, which she slathered over James Lovejoy's rampant member.

Michele was just about to scream again and was struggling against her bonds when the head of Dr Lovejoy's penis pierced her sphincter.

Even though the man's penis was well lubricated the pain was incredible. Michele moaned and bucked in agony as Dr Lovejoy rode with her, not letting her eject his cock.

"Ohhh my god it hurts!" Michele whimpered in shock.

"Shhh Nurse; relax and let the Doctor treat you," Dr Lovejoy sniggered.

"No! Take it out!!" Michele moaned.

Michele was experiencing a deep burning sensation combined with spasmodic twinges of intense pain from her sphincter. She whimpered and wriggled trying to expel the intruder from her back passage but Dr Lovejoy held on matching her movements.

"Stop it!!" he hissed; and slapped her face.

Michele stopped struggling and lay still, sobbing.

"Look honey, the worst is over I promise, if you lie still and let me; I can make this experience special for you. Or you can keep struggling and I'm going to fuck you anyway but it's going to hurt."

Michele realised that she was powerless and she would do anything to stop the excruciating pain that was coming from her sphincter. She sighed and lay still; her wrists tied to the bedhead, legs pushed up in the air; her anus pierced by Dr Lovejoy's penis. She was miserably uncomfortable and she was only just bearing the pain of the penetration. But she was smart enough to know that fighting was only going to make the pain worse. She tried to relax her sphincter but her instinct was to try to push against the object invading her anus; not to accept it.

"That's it nursey," said Dr Lovejoy as he felt Michele's sphincter spasm as she tried to relax it.

"It will be ok I promise."

Michele was quietly sobbing but at the same time she forced her inner muscles to relax. Amazingly the twinges of intense pain began to subside; she still felt the burning sensation around the entrance to her anus but it was tolerable.

"Ok Michele; stay relaxed, I really don't want to hurt you," Dr Lovejoy soothed.

Millimetre by millimetre Dr Lovejoy slowly pushed himself inside Michele; he took his time and whenever Michele flinched he stopped and soothed her. Matron stood close by and liberally smeared lubricant on his shaft whenever he stopped until his cock slowly disappeared inside Michele's rectum, then she stepped away to watch. Michele felt full and intensely uncomfortable, the urge to expel Dr Lovejoy's penis was immense and she had to concentrate to prevent her internal muscles from contracting.

Once Dr Lovejoy had his girth buried inside Michele's anus he lowered her legs so that they now rested over his shoulders. He looked down at her tear stained face and smiled.

"It's ok Nurse; you're doing fine."

Michele's only response was another silent tear. She had stopped sobbing and now and only mewed softly when she felt a twinge of pain, but now that she had learned to relax her sphincter she didn't feel the excruciating pain she had previously. Even the burning sensation had subsided; she just felt full.

Dr Lovejoy continued to press slowly forward cooing and encouraging Michele to stay calm and relax her anal constrictor muscles. When he had all of his shaft inside Michele, he sensed her internal muscles respond and she gasped. Being a doctor, James Lovejoy knew what it was and it was not pain. His glans had found her prostate. Her reaction was pleasure not pain.

Dr Lovejoy knew better than to rush; he took his time gently rocking his buttocks from side to side his scrotum resting snugly in the valley between her creamy soft buttocks. He lowered his upper body down and as he slowly wriggled his penis inside her to stimulate her prostate and he kissed her. Michele began to respond and kissed him back.

After the burning sensation ceased Michele just felt full; she wanted to evacuate the object that was invading her back passage but she forced herself to relax. The invading member slowly forced its way deeper inside her but because Dr Lovejoy was using copious amounts of lubricant there was very little pain. Dr Lovejoy was cooing and encouraging her and she began to relax.

She felt Dr Lovejoy's glans rub against an area inside her that suddenly caused waves of intense pleasure to course through her body. As his penis stimulated her prostate, rings of pleasure ran up and down her insides; her sphincter responded and loosened and began to emit its own tingling ripples of pleasure. Michele gasped.

When Dr Lovejoy lowered his mouth to hers she kissed him back, deeply, passionately. She drove her tongue into his mouth and lifted her buttocks up off the bed and pushed herself up against him; her legs moved around his waist; she locked her ankles together and held him against her. She felt totally feminine lying underneath this man; wantonly giving herself to him.

They fucked slowly but passionately taking their time; Dr Lovejoy easing his penis in and out Michele's anus with long slow thrusts as she raised herself up to meet him. There was no fervent thrashing or pounding; just firm, slow deep thrusts providing the maximum stimulation for both of them. They said little to each other, the fucking was accompanied by one long passionate kiss.

Matron stood a few feet back from bed enjoying the spectacle; her fingers inside her panties rubbing against her hard clitty.

Michele felt him orgasm; his cock was fully embedded in her, his scrotum tickling her buttocks when he shuddered and wriggled his member inside her as it pulsed and throbbed. She could feel his ejaculation; jets of hot sperm pulsing from his penis into her tight anus. He was kissing her wildly now, their tongues entwined, lips mashed, their teeth occasionally cracking against each other with the passion of the kiss.

Michele moaned as her own orgasm shook her body and she felt her semi-erect penis begin to pulse and expel her issue. Matron Holliday stepped forward and slid a hand between their bodies and milked Michele as she ejaculated, flooding her camiknickers with her hot semen.

Dr Lovejoy lay on top of Michele, supporting his weight on his elbows as they both slowly came down from their orgasms. He placed little soft kisses on her lips and kissed her on the eyelids and stroked her hair. Michele felt feminine and fully sated. She felt that she knew what it was like to be a woman who had just been made love to.

Then Dr Lovejoy broke free of their embrace and rocked back on his haunches. He viciously slapped Michele across the face.

"You fucking noncer! I knew you were a fucking gay Nancy faggot. What a fucking slut!" he hissed.

"Did you get that! Did you get all of it? Did you get the sissy nurse begging to be fucked?" he bellowed as he dismounted leaving a trail of glistening semen on Michele stockings as it dripped from his tumescent penis.

To Michele's horror, Polly emerged from behind the screen holding an eight-millimetre movie camera.

"Oh yes doctor; I got it all," Polly said enthusiastically.

To be continued. 

*****

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So You Want to be a Nurse? Ch. 02



Education

Michele remained tied to the bed, mortified and full of trepidation whilst Dr Lovejoy dressed and left the room. Polly soon followed with the incriminating eight-millimetre film still in the camera, leaving Matron Holliday alone with Michele.

"So you see Nurse Nylons we have some very incriminating evidence in our possession. This means you now belong to us," Matron lectured.

"You can continue to work here at CMH as Nurse Michael Nyland, you can even wear lingerie under your uniform for all we care. But when we want Nurse Michele, she better be ready."

"But..."

"No fucking buts! I know what you want to say but I'm not interested. All you have to do is listen."

"When you get home tonight you will find several packages have been delivered along with some written detailed instructions. Read them carefully and you better be ready to say that you agree to our ultimatum."

"Should you elect not to continue your employment at CMH under the conditions we have set, we will send still prints from selected parts of the movie that Polly just filmed to every hospital in the country. If you try to seek employment further afield we will find out and send the stills there."

"Additionally we will post copies to your family and sell copies of the full movie to those who deal with illicit pornography. The full movie includes footage of you before we transitioned you, so it will be quite obvious who you are."

"You may use the ensuite bathroom to clean up and change back into your male attire; you take the lingerie, wig and shoes home with you," the Matron finished her lecture, untied Michele's wrists and left private ward 206.

Michele lay on the bed sobbing but soon realised that would not achieve anything and the longer she remained dressed as she was, the more likely she might get caught dressed in drag.

She leapt off the bed, nearly falling over in the unfamiliar high-heels. She kicked them off and scrambled over and locked the door. She went into the ensuite and undressed then scrubbed the makeup from her face. The eyeliner was the most difficult to remove but after repeated rubbing with some moistened towellettes she managed to remove it.

She showered and scrubbed herself, paying particular attention between legs where small amounts of Dr Lovejoy's spend still dribbled from her anus. She dried herself off and dressed as Michael.

Michael shoved the lingerie, wig, and shoes into a pillowcase, unlocked the door, checked the passageway, and then scurried back to the nurses change room. It was deserted, the shift having changed over half an hour ago. Michael changed into civvies, threw the pillowcase into his knapsack and caught the bus home, his head spinning.

'Why were they doing this to me?'

'Why did Dr Lovejoy treat Michele so attentively during their lovemaking but then treat her so awfully after the sex?'

'Why did Michele feel so femme whilst she was fully dressed as a woman?'

'And more importantly; why did she enjoy being fucked once she had learned how to accommodated Dr Lovejoy's penis in her back passage?'

These thoughts went around and around in Michael Nyland's consciousness as he travelled home.

Arriving home he opened the door with some trepidation and sure enough, there in the entryway was a large suitcase with a small note taped to handle. He slammed the door behind him and tore off the note dropping the pillowcase which held the wig, lingerie and stockings.

'So easy to copy your keys. You should really lock your locker (not that that would stop us hehe).' It was signed 'Matron'.

"Fuck!" Michael shouted into the empty town house apartment.

Michael lugged the heavy suitcase and the pillowcase into the spare bedroom and threw them onto the bed. Although he felt totally debased after what had happened to him and peeved by the transgression into the sanctity of his residence, he had to admit that his curiosity was aroused. What was in the suitcase?

He thew the contents of the pillowcase on the bed and opened the suitcase and found it was filled to capacity with packages of various sizes. He found another note in a sealed envelope addressed to Nurse Michele Nylons. Obviously the 'detailed instructions' alluded to by Amanda Holliday.

He read the note:

'Michele,

Enjoy the contents of this suitcase and practice, practice, practice, especially putting on your makeup and walking in high-heels. Obviously you need no instructions on how to wear the clothing, but someone will soon come by soon to educate you in the art of makeup and other feminine mysteries.

It's no use trying to fight us; you know the consequences. You might even consider going to the authorities with your story but would they believe you? Think of what would happen if we divulged an edited version of Polly's little film clip. Just try to relax and think of the pleasure rather than the pain.

I know you really want to be a nurse; a real nurse, not a male nurse. We will help you.

Whether you like it or not.

Amanda

PS: we will deduct the cost of the contents of the suitcase from your earnings'

Michael threw the note on the dresser and began to rip open the packages. There were a number of packets of expensive fully-fashioned stockings, lots of knickers - both cami-knickers and full-cut panties, a couple of brassieres, two bustieres, suspender belts and slips, two pairs of high-heels - one black, one white, and intriguingly, two nurses uniforms - one navy blue and one white. There were also two smaller cases, one full of makeup and the other full of costume jewellery.

There was another package, which contained what could only be described as a pair of plastic breast. They looked alien, a perfect set of female breast and bottle of some sort and roll of medical adhesive tape.

Michael was apprehensive and repulsed but also a very curious, and he had to admit, a little excited as he began to lay out all the items from the suitcase on the bed.

He unwrapped the fully-fashioned stockings and marvelled at the dark seams, reinforced toes and heels and the smoky welts; they felt so luxurious and he rubbed them against his face before laying them down. Similarly the knickers felts so sensuous, slippery satin and smooth nylon; lacy suspender belts, satin bustieres and smooth satin slips. The nurse's uniforms could never be worn inside a hospital; even without trying them on it was obvious they were cut way too tight, the hems were ridiculously short and the bodices open to the decolletage.

Michael marvelled at the cosmetics case, full of lotions, powers and scents. He recognised just about all of the contents but had no real idea how to apply the makeup. He held up one of the high-heels and giggled; there was no way he would be able to walk in these.

There were three wigs, a black bob, a blonde shoulder-length job and a stylish brunette straight-combed with a fringe. They looked expensive. 

There was a knock at the door and Michael awoke form his reverie.

"What the fuck now?" he said to himself, annoyed at the distraction.

Michael opened the door to find Polly standing on the doorstep. Polly was dressed very provocatively; a thigh-hugging navy-blue pencil skirt worn high on the waist with a kick-pleat in the rear, a matching jacket worn tight over a cream satin blouse open at the decolletage displaying her ample breasts, a hint of lacy black brassier visible. Her feet were shod in black patent leather high-heel pumps and her legs encased in shimmering flesh-toned hosiery; gold jewellery accessorised the outfit. Her black hair was worn in a bouffant style made popular by several movie actresses.

Her makeup was heavy; her pretty face accentuated by powder and rouge, her lipstick bright red, her eyes enhanced by black eyeliner, mascara and smoky eyeshadow.

She looked very sexy; the antithesis as to how she presented herself at work.

Michael was surprised by Polly's unannounced appearance at his door and stood transfixed in the doorway.

"Get out the way you dozy bint and let me in," Polly brushed past Michael and strutted into the hallway.

"Ok. You've got the notes from Amanda and obviously you've unpacked the suitcase," Polly gestured with her chin towards the bedroom where the contents of the suitcase spread on the bed could be seen through the open door.

Michael closed the front door and turned to face Polly.

"What the fuck do you want Polly?"

"As per Amanda's note I'm here to instruct you. To teach you have to use the makeup and how to transform yourself from Michael into Michele," she stated, opening her purse and extracting a gold cigarette case.

"What if I just tell to fuck off?" Michael responded angrily.

Polly mooched in her purse again and extracted an envelope, which she waved in the air as she strutted into the small living room. She threw the envelope on the coffee table and lit her cigarette.

"I'll help myself to a drink while you look at those shall I?" she pointed at the envelope.

Michael followed her into lounge and snatched up the envelope.

"Help yourself," he said sarcastically to Polly, who having examined the contents of Michael's modest bar, poured herself a gin and tonic.

"Thanks. Ice is in the fridge I take it? I'll pour you one too, you might need it," she called from the cosy kitchen-diner, dropping ice into the drinks. 

Michael opened the envelope and was appalled. There were a series of still photographs lifted from the eight-millimetre film and they were downright pornographic. Dr Lovejoy and Matron Holliday's faces had been expertly blurred and as Michael had been transformed into Michele in the photographs it was unlikely that anyone who knew him casually would recognise him dressed in drag. But anyone who knew him well enough would recognise him if they were informed that it was he in the pictures.

The series of shots depicted Michele in very compromising situations with Amanda Holliday but the most damning were the shots of Michele being fucked by James Lovejoy. Her face was a portrait of absolute delight as she lay underneath him, her legs wrapped around the man fucking her, and the stills taken where she was returning his kisses were equally damning.

"You didn't know I was an amateur film maker and photographer did you? Pretty good stuff if I do say so myself," Polly commented, seating herself on the lounge, her skirt riding up her thighs.

"So, I'm not going to waste my time reiterating Matron's proposition. I need an answer yes or no," she sipped her drink.

"I have no choice do I? I have to submit but I still don't see what this is all about; your insistence on transforming me into a transvestite nurse? Surely this isn't just so you can prostitute me out to Dr Lovejoy!" Michael growled.

"Look, all will be revealed by Amanda when it suits her. For now I'm here to teach you how to transform from your male persona into sexy nurse Michele," Polly sipped her drink again and pointed to the spare bedroom where the contents of the suitcase were laid out on the bed.

"Ok, go and shave your face as close as you can then grab your drink and follow me. Let's make this as pleasant as possible; I hold no malice against you dear, I've always thought that you are quite a handsome man; but you are an absolutely stunning woman," Polly smiled and then winked mischievously at him.

"And when you come back, make sure you are naked so I have a blank canvass to start with."

Michael couldn't help but being flattered by Polly's comments but he was still angry that he was being manipulated this way. After shaving his face as smooth as he could he returned to bedroom, drink in hand, Polly had already poured herself another.

"Ok you must keep all of your body and legs shaved, just like we did to you in the ward and always shave your face before you put on your makeup," Polly commenced her instruction.

"Ok lets lay out the makeup on the dresser and you take a seat right here," she indicated a high-back chair in front of the dresser mirror.

With the makeup laid out Polly began the first lesson.

"Now pay attention sweetie, you need to learn how to do this," she said.

Polly took a damp sponge and applied generous amounts of foundation to Michele's face then she picked up a brush and applied a finishing powder. She rouged Michele's cheeks, accenting her high feminine cheekbones. She fussed around Michele's eyes applying liberal amounts of eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. She finished with another light dusting of powder and plum red lipstick to Michele's lips. 

Polly explained to Michele each step of the ritual. The final touch was the application of bright red nail polish to Michele's toenails and fingernails and a liberal spray of perfume.

Polly selected the black bob from the three wigs, she turned Michele towards the mirror, fitted the wig, combed it and made some adjustments. Michele was shocked as she looked at herself in the mirror; she looked stunning. 

"You like that don't you?" Polly smirked.

"My god! I do look just like a woman!" Michele marvelled at her reflection.

"Ok take off the wig and remove the makeup and you do it," Polly instructed.

Michele used the moisturiser and facecloth and removed the makeup.

Polly made Michele apply her makeup five times until she was happy.

"You're no expert but you get the gist; you will get better with practise," she finished her second G and T and went into the lounge to pour another. 

Polly selected a pair of black nylon full-cut panties from the midden of lingerie on the bed. She held them open so Michele could step into them and adjusted the waistband on Michele's hips then Polly chose a black satin garter belt and clipped the garment together and Michele stepped into it and adjusted it so the garter straps were in position. The she helped Michele put on a pair of the fully-fashioned stockings and clipped the garters to the welts of the stockings. She straightened the seams.

"I know how to put on lingerie Polly!" Michele was fed up with Polly's ministrations.

"I know sweetie but it's always nice to have a girlfriend help you dress," she smiled and slipped a hand inside the gusset of Michele's panties, gripped her cock and pushed it back between her legs; the tight nylon panties held it snugly between her legs. 

Michele gasped.

"There," Polly said, "lets get that little thing out of the way shall we?" she laughed.

"Here," she said, handing Michele the matching brassiere.

"Put these on while I get the breastforms."

Michele was puzzled; 'what the fuck are Breastforms?' She thought.

Polly rummaged through the packages on the bed and then turned around and held out two perfectly formed small breasts, one in each hand. She walked over to Michele and placed one of the plastic breasts in each cup.

"There is some adhesive in the suitcase with instructions on how to adhere the breastforms to your chest. You can learn to do that later. The way I'm dressing you tonight it won't matter, you just need the shape." Polly said.

Polly sat Michele down and lifted her feet one by one and placed a black, shiny, high heel on each one. She went to the bedroom and came back with handful of the costume jewellery. 

Polly selected a simple gold ankle chain and fastened it around Michele's slim ankle. The gold twinkled in the light against the sheen of the sheer nylon. Polly put two gold bands around Michele's left wrist, and another bracelet on her right wrist. She placed a gold chain around Michele's neck, from which hung a faux diamond gold. She clipped matching earrings to Michel's ears.

"As soon as you can, get your ears, pierced; earings hang better from pierced ears than clip-ons," she said.

"Now do you prefer the summer uniform or winter?" Polly held up the navy and white nurses uniforms for inspection.

It was a rhetorical question as it turned out Polly threw the white uniform back on the bed and held out the navy blue uniform worn by all nurses at CMH.

As Michele stepped into the uniform she was not surprised to find that it too was made out of satin or rayon; the smooth material rasped against her nylons, panties and bra as she pulled it up. She had to admit it felt so sensuous against her lingerie and bare skin.

Polly stepped behind her and zipped it up. It was very tight and clung to her breasts, tummy, hips and thighs.

Polly smoothed out the fabric, deliberately lingering on Michele's mid-section, groin and thighs. She pulled down the hem but it still rested high on her thighs, just covering the welts of her stockings. Michele found herself becoming aroused; the delightful feeling of Polly's fingertips brushing her, the miasma of their perfume, Polly's close proximity stimulated her senses and she felt her penis being to engorge.

"Oh my!" Polly slipped a hand under Michele's dress and gently squeezed Michele's turgid penis through her panties.

"Come," she took Michele by the hand and led her to the bedroom, Michele walking trepidaciously in the unfamiliar high-heels.

Michele looked at herself in the mirror and was stunned by how feminine and attractive she looked. 

Michael would fuck this woman in a heartbeat, she thought.

"You must practice walking in heels until you are comfortable. You don't even need to fully dress; just slip on the heels when you come home from work each day and leave them on until you go to bed," Polly instructed.

"Of course if you want to dress; it will be helpful and you need to keep practicing your make up skills," Polly said grinning, and squeezed Michele on the thigh.

"Come on Michele, sit on the bed," Polly said removing her hand from under Michele's skirt.

"So tell me about your crossdressing, why you have this penchant to wear ladies undergarments?" Polly called from the kitchen, bringing pouring two more drinks.

She walked back into the bedroom with the drinks and her cigarettes and sat down beside Michele.

"Give me one of those and I'll tell you," Michele nodded at Polly's cigarette case.

They both lit up and took a sip of their drinks.

Michele held no grudge against Polly until tonight, she had ribbed Michael a little, just as the other nurses had at CMH but she was basically nice person. Even though Polly was implicit in Michele's blackmail, filming her in room 209 and making the stills, she still treated Michele with affection. And Michele had to admit that Polly looked downright gorgeous tonight, dressed as she was.

And so Michele told Polly her story, how she had developed a fetish for lingerie and stockings and how her fetish increased and became more compelling as she grew older. How she stole her sisters and mother's discarded undergarments and used them for masturbatory purposes and then began secretly wearing them under her male attire. She even told her about snowdropping in the nurse's change room.

They sat side by side close to each other as Michele told her story and Polly hung on every word.

"Absolutely fascinating Michele," Polly said.

"And the incident in room 209? You fought against Amanda and doctor Lovejoy but you have to admit you really seemed to be enjoying towards the end?" Polly asked leaning in closer.

"I'm heterosexual Polly. Sure I like dressing up in ladies frillies but I like women not men. I don't know what happened to me. I just felt so feminine dressed that way and when Dr Lovejoy did what he did; I don't know...Something changed inside me and I couldn't help but enjoy it," Michele had tears in her eyes as she finished explaining.

Polly took Michele's hand.

"Well Michele, I wonder if you are still heterosexual now. I thought I was too but I will admit to you that I am attracted to both men and women, ever since Amanda turned me...No I'm telling you too much!"

"I'm sorry Michele but now is not the time to explain what the Matron is up to. She has a hold over some of us and she uses her power to further her illicit activities. I honestly can't tell you, but Amanda will tell you very soon," Polly said, she drew on her cigarette and blew out the smoke.




So You Want to be a Nurse? Ch. 02



"If it's any consolation you do look absolutely gorgeous; even better than you did earlier today in the ward when...well you know when," she whispered.

Polly looked into Michele's pretty painted eyes and Michele stared back into Polly's heavily made up face. Michele was once again very aware how sexy Polly looked, dressed and made up as she was. Polly moved her head forward so that their faces were only inches apart and parted her red lipsticked lips. Michele felt her cock harden in her panties.

"Polly; we shouldn't. We work together, it isn't right." Michele whimpered.

"We're Polly and Michele," Polly responded and kissed Michele deeply, their lipsticked lips mashing together and their tongues intertwining.

Michele gently pushed Polly away and tried to stand up on her high heels, her hard cock had freed itself from between her legs and tenting the front of her uniform.

"It's not right Polly; it's wrong," she whispered.

"As far as I'm concerned you are Michele, a lovely fascinating woman who I find very attractive and just happens to have a penis," Polly replied.

"I can see you that you are attracted to me," she said pointing to Michele's erection visibly tenting her uniform. 

"Don't you find me attractive?" Polly said standing and rucking up her skirt.

Michele stared at Polly standing there with her navy-blue pencil skirt lifted around her waist; she held the hem at her waist holding it between her red painted fingernails. Polly was wearing white cami-knickers. She reached out with one hand and placed Michele's hand on her stockinged leg. She moved Michele's fingers up her nyloned thigh until it came to rest on her panties. Michele instinctively started stroking Polly's panty crotch.

Michele moved forward and kissed Polly and felt her stiffen and groan in the back of her throat. Polly wrapped her arms around Michele and returned the embrace as Michele continued to stroke her pantied crotch and stocking encased legs.

Polly reached down with one hand and slipped it under Michele's dress and eased her thick cock out of her silky panties and began to rub it on her stockings. Michele experienced that familiar exquisite feel of diaphanous nylon against her glans, making it tingle with delight. A small trail of pre-seminal fluid began to glisten on Polly's thigh.

Michele kissed Polly deeper, loving the combined taste of their lipstick and makeup and the scent of their perfumes. Michele was rubbing her penis between Polly's legs working the shaft against the sheer nylon. Her cock came in contact with Polly's stocking top and she rubbed it there whilst her hand continued to caress Polly's mound through her cami-knickers, occasionally sliding down to caress the expanse of flesh above her stocking.

Then Michele moved her hand under Polly's cami-knickers and stroked the outside of Polly's vagina. It was completely hairless and smooth to touch. 

"Yes! Please! Yes!" Polly gasped and whimpered into Michele's hot wet mouth.

Michele extended a finger inside Polly's glistening labia and felt her warm moist vagina, Polly' sex was soaking wet and inflamed with arousal. Polly stiffened slightly and then relaxed, she opened her legs slightly so that Michele had unimpeded access to her pubis.

Michele eased two fingers inside Polly's vagina and positioned her thumb over her clitoris; she slid her fingers in and out of Polly as she gently stroked her clitoris. Michele's rubbed her penis against Polly's legs whilst her free hand gently held Polly's head and stroked her hair.

Michele eased Polly back on to the bed and lay on top of her with her hand still between Polly's legs manipulating her sex. She pushed Polly's skirt up around her waist, Polly lifting her sexy buttocks off the bed to assist.

"Are you sure you want this?" Michele asked Polly, looking into her eyes.

"Oh god yes please Michele," was Polly's reply as she pulled Michele's face to hers and kissed her deeply.

She opened her legs and lifted them up around Michele's waist, her stockings rasping against Michele's satin dress and her high-heels pointing up at the ceiling. 

Michel's tumescent penis rubbed against Polly's pantied mound and she could feel the hot folds of Polly's labia. She opened the leg of Polly's cami-knickers and pushed forward. It was like entering a hot buttery cave as Polly's labia opened and Michele's penis slid effortlessly inside. Polly's silken-clad legs gripped Michele and commenced pulling and pushing her back and forth in a slow rhythm as Michele fucked her.

Polly's vagina was tight and wet and Michele loved the sensations of the hot folds her sex against her hard shaft. Polly's labia wrapped around the base of Michele's cock as their pantied crotches slammed together. Polly gripped Michele tight with her stockinged legs.

"Oh god Michele, this feels so good, please take it slowly or I'm going to orgasm and I really want to us take our time and enjoy this," Polly whimpered in Michele's ear.

Michele eased the tempo; she began to thrust in and out of Polly with long, slow, deep strokes.

Michele's cock slid in and out of Polly's slick wet folds and Polly's labia greedily wrapped around the base of Michele's cock when Michele entered her fully, their pantied crotches rubbing against each other increasing the intensity of the pleasure they both felt.

Michele felt her orgasm approaching and began to thrust harder as Polly's legs locked around her waist.

"I'm coming Polly'; I can't help it! I'm coming!" Michele screamed into Polly's mouth, crushing their painted lips together and driving her tongue deep inside her hot mouth.

"Oh yes please Michele! Come in me! Come in me!" Polly groaned and bucked and wriggled.

Polly gripped Michele by her satin pantied buttocks and slammed her mound up to meet Michele's thrusts. Polly ground her pubic mound against Michele as she thrust forward and Michele was delighted by the added sensation of Polly's mound grinding against her scrotum encased in her satin panties.

Polly moaned into Michele's mouth, "I'm coming! Coming! Coming!"

Michele thrust forward and pushed hard against Polly and emptied her seed deep inside her. Polly whimpered and moaned; their tongue's intertwined and slavered as Michele's hot seed shot deep inside Polly's pulsating cunt. Polly dug her painted fingernails into Michele's satin pantied buttocks and shook in ecstasy as they orgasmed. Polly's vagina quivered and pulsed as her orgasm shook her, squeezing the last of the semen from Michele's penis.

They lay in each other's arms, kissing and caressing each other as Michele's penis slowly deflated. After what seemed like eternity, Michel extracted herself from Polly's embrace and she lit cigarettes for them both.

Polly took a long pull on her drink, finally getting her breath back. She took a drag of cigarette and blew a cloud of blue smoke towards the ceiling.

"I can stay the night if you want?" Polly snuggled up to Michele and nuzzled her ear playfully

To be continued...



So You Want to be a Nurse? Ch. 03



Assistance and Corruption

Michele and Polly made love three times in total that night including a long session of oral sex. They both stripped down to their lingerie and fell asleep in each other's arms. The stimulating feel of satin and nylon rubbing against each other woke them both during the early morning; Michele had a huge erection tenting her satin panties and Polly eased the member from its tight prison and guided it into her warm, wet vagina.

They thrust against each other, kissing and caressing until they both orgasmed and once again dozed off to sleep.

When Michele awoke late the next day her bed was empty. She glanced at the bedside alarm clock and saw it was quarter to eleven; late for someone who was an early-riser, even though it was Saturday and she didn't have to work. She got out of bed and searched her small town house and found it deserted. An envelope rested against a lamp on the hallway telephone table; she tore it open.

'Thanks for last night; it was wonderful. Don't forget to practice your makeup and walking skills ha-ha, but seriously Michele, be careful, and don't fuck with Matron; she has powerful friends and will not hesitate to out you if you don't comply.

I have to work today but I'll call you soon.

Be careful.'

The note was hand-written and instead of signing it Polly had left a red-lipstick kiss. It smelled vaguely of her perfume. Michele was still speculating about the contents of the note when the telephone rang. Michele jumped with surprise then picked up the receiver. Having a telephone was a bit of luxury for someone on her wage but the hospital subsidised the line rental so that her work could contact her. None of her relatives owned a phone and it was unlikely they would call late on Saturday morning from a call box.

"Be ready at one PM. Wear the white uniform," it was Matron.

"But..." Michele stammered.

"One PM!" the line clicked, Matron had hung up.

Michele was dumbfounded and a little scared. She looked in the hallstand mirror and thought that in the light of day she looked ridiculous. Her wig was askew and her heavy makeup was smeared over her face, a combination of lovemaking and sleep had seen to that. She rubbed her face and felt the beginnings of stubble.

Her brassiere looked a little forlorn and saggy, the cups void of the breastforms, which she had removed before getting into bed. Her stockings were laddered and a couple of garters had come loose and hung forlornly at her thighs; the front of her knickers was stuck to her penis; glued there by dried semen. She felt like crying and probably would have but the phone rang again.

"It's Polly. I know that Matron just called so just do what she said Michele, don't fuck with her."

And once again the line went dead before Michele could speak.

"Fuck!" Michele screamed into the empty house.

Resolve set, Michele commenced cleaning up her little flat. She gathered the notes that Polly and Matron had left, along with the incriminating pictures and put them in the telephone table drawer, she made her bed and cleaned up empty glasses and emptied ashtrays. She gathered her uniform, breastforms and heels from the main bedroom and took them into the spare bedroom. She spent some time packing away and hanging up the clothes, shoes and other accoutrements that she had laid out on the bed yesterday.

By the time she had finished it was nearly noon. She did all this whilst still dressed in her wrinkled lingerie and when she had finished she shucked out of her underwear and threw it in the washing basket. She was going to throw away the stockings but her fetish would not allow such waste and she tossed them on the bedside table. She brushed out the black bob until the hair gleamed and it had regained its shape and style and put it with the other wigs.

She stood naked at the bathroom mirror and saw a skinny man with beginnings of five o'clock shadow wearing a ridiculous amount of besmeared makeup. She couldn't help but laugh.

She used the toilet, shaved and climbed into the cramped shower over-bath arrangement. Sitting on the little shelf beside the soap and shampoo was a douche. Being a nurse Michele knew exactly what it was and what it was used for. She didn't know what was going to happen at 1 PM but she suspected that it might involve Dr Lovejoy and or Matron Holliday wanting sex. Although this held no appeal for her she did not want the indignity of an 'accident' occurring if she was forced to engage in anal intercourse.

She filled the douche with warm soapy water and used it while the shower ran over her body. Once that unpleasantness had been seen to she took her time taking a long hot shower.

"Ok Michele; lets get you ready and find out what the fuck Matron has in store shall we?" Michele was determined she wouldn't beak down like she had when Matron called.

She padded naked into the spare bedroom and sat at the dresser. Michele was a quick study and confidently began to apply makeup for only the second day or her life. She took a damp sponge and applied generous amounts of foundation to her face and applied the finishing powder. She rouged her cheeks, carefully applied eyeliner, brushed on eyeshadow and layed liberal amounts of mascara on her lashes. She smacked her lips as she had been taught to set the plum red lipstick.

"Not bad," she appraised herself as she adjusted a brunette wig on her head.

She brushed it out; the hair fell to her shoulders and she had to admit it felt quite pleasant against her bare skin. Her face looked quite different than it had when she had worn the black bob. She was still amazed at how attractive she looked when she was madeup and bewigged. She opened a draw and rummaged around in the lingerie; Michele was no expert on women's fashion but she had been wearing lingerie long enough to know how to coordinate her wardrobe.

She stepped into a white lace suspender belt and slid on a pair of white stockings and clipped the claps to the welts. The feel of the cool gossamer on her legs excited her a little; she extended each leg and smoothed out her stockings and straightened the seams; her red painted toe-nails looked quite appealing through the gauzy reinforced toes.

Next she slipped into a pair of white nylon full-cut panties; they tingled as they rasped against her nylon stockings when she pulled them up her shapely legs. She pulled them tight around her buttocks and slipped her semi-erect penis under herself so that the panty gusset held it in place.

Michael had often worn shifts, petticoats and slips when he had partially crossdressed and Michele took the opportunity to select a white satin full-slip from the wardrobe; she rubbed the slinky fabric against her face and inhaled the scent of the brand new garment.

The next fifteen minutes were spent trying to affix the breastforms using a combination of surgical tape and cosmetic glue. After a number of appalling attempts which actually made her giggle, she finally got them attached to her satisfaction and quickly snapped on a white lace brassiere to keep them in place. She stepped into the full-slip and adjusted the straps on her shoulders. She could feel herself getting wet in the crotch; her penis was secreting pre-seminal fluids.

"Naughty girl!" she chided herself and giggled.

The white nurse uniform was tight in the bodice, short in the hem and open at the decolletage; she thought it was something that might be worn by Barbara Windsor in a 'Carry On' movie. She slipped her feet into a pair of white high-heels and looked at herself in the full-length mirror and gasped.

Being dressed all in white, uniform, stockings and shoes, she should have looked virginal but in fact she looked the antithesis of virginal.

She looked so sexy!

"I'd fuck you in a heartbeat Michele," she cooed.

She had just enough time to accessorise with jewellery and liberally spray herself with perfume when the mantle clock struck one.

Right on cue there was a knock at the door.

Michele opened the door and was surprised to find Dr Brian Marron, the anaesthetist, was standing there impatiently looking at his watch.

"Out of the way you silly girl," he ordered and barged into the hallway.

"And shut the fucking door; who knows who can see you!"

Michele was stunned; Dr Marron was the last person she expected to see. He was known to be a prude and very conservative, she had no idea why he would be here.

She soon found out.

With no preamble whatsoever he pushed Michele against the wall and pawed at her whilst slavering at her face, his hand was under her dress groping her stocking-tops and panties; his lips pressed against hers as he tried to force his tongue in her mouth.

Michele struggled and nearly fell over as her high-heels skittered on the polished floor. She wriggled and tried to extricate herself from his grip but Brian Marron was surprisingly strong for a man in his sixties. He was powerfully built and Michele was very slight.

He grabbed Michele by the arm and began to drag her into the lounge room.

"Come on you dozy bint, I don't have long and I've paid good money for this," he huffed, dragging her over to the couch.

He fell on her and began to paw at her again. 

And so it dawned on Michele what Polly was alluding to and what Matron Holliday had not yet told her. Michele was being prostituted out! She couldn't do much about it now; Matron had all she needed to blackmail Michele into capitulation.

Michele decided that it was best just to comply for now. She'd let Dr Marron take his pleasure and after he had left she would have time to think.

She stopped fighting and allowed Brian Marron to kiss and fondle her. She didn't fight but she didn't encourage him either. His tongue was inside her mouth, his lips crushing hers whilst his hands roamed her body exploring her thighs and buttocks, squeezing and stroking her through her diaphanous nylons and silky panties. He found her satin slip quite to his liking and stroked the cool soft fabric, rubbing it against her freshly shaved body.

Dr Marron extricated himself from their embrace and stood before her as she sat demurely on the couch, adjusting the hem of her uniform and straightening the bodice. Surely he hadn't come already? No such luck Michele realised as he stood before her ripping off his suit coat and tie. He was gasping with exertion and excitement.

"Take off my trousers nurse!" he barked.

Michele's face was level with Dr Marron's crotch and she reached out and undid his belt. She noticed her manicured and painted nails as she eased the zip of his fly down and snapped the button at the top of his trousers. As she eased the trousers down his legs she could smell body-wash and powder; at least Dr Marron was clean.

"Stand!" Dr Marron ordered.

Michele stood, tottering on her heels trying to recover her breath. Dr Marron grabbed her and forced himself against her; pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and pushing his hips against her. 

She felt Dr Marron reach between their bodies and knew what he was going to do; she felt abhorrent. He was freeing his penis from his underwear. Michele was still determined to get this over with as soon as possible and seized the initiative. As soon as she felt Dr Marron's erect member against her she reached down and gently held it. She had never held another man's penis before and it felt tactile and spongy, she could feel the thick veins running along it. It also felt slick and warm. Michele commenced a slow stroking motion, easing her hand along the shaft and circling the enormous glans. His cock was thick, hard and throbbing with excitement.

"Yes that's very good nurse," Dr Marron groaned. 

He pushed her back slightly so he could see her painted nails trailing along his shaft as she masturbated him. A thin thread of shimmering clear pre-seminal fluid ran from the purple head of his penis across to her gauzy nyloned thigh. Dr Marron reached out, rucked up her dress, and rubbed the darker welts of her white stockings and then worked his way up to her panties. Michele stiffened as she felt his hand go inside her panties and begin to fumble about. She forced herself to relax, Dr Marron had proved he was stronger than she, and she knew he was easily angered. Dr Marron eventually found her thin soft cock nestled in the crotch of the sheer nylon panties and he began to free it from its little silken prison.

Michele concentrated on slowly masturbating Dr Marron; she gripped his member tightly and slowly squeezed and stroked it as she worked her hand up and down his penis. Brian Marron relaxed and stared at her hand stroking his phallus while he stroked her body through the satin slip, working his hands over her nyloned thighs and pantied crotch. He began to squeeze Michele's soft penis harder and harder but she concentrated on getting this over with, as soon as possible; to her the feel of Brian's hand was vile.

Michele concentrated on trying to illicit Dr Marron's orgasm as soon as possible and she pushed herself against him stroking his member with firmer faster strokes. She lifted her head and kissed him, gently sliding her tongue across his lips and exploring his mouth. She trapped his member between her lustrous slip her stockinged thigh and rubbed it there, the underside of his penis rasping against the diaphanous nylon stocking as her fingernails gently raked the top of his turgid cock though the silky slip.

Dr Marron was groaning and breathing heavy; Michele kissed him deeper and stroked him harder. She could feel his penis, bloated and throbbing, dripping pre-seminal fluid. She knew he was close to climax.

Abruptly he wrenched his penis from her grasp and held her away from.

"Oh no nurse; I'm not paying good money for a handjob," he sneered.

Again the mention of 'good money'? Michele was now convinced that she was being prostituted, but this was not the time to ask questions.

Dr Marron pulled Michele against him and kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue deep in her mouth. Then he eased his hands up to her shoulders and commenced pushing her down. 

'Oh God! I know what he wants,' she thought.

She dropped to her knees on the throw rug and stared eye level at Dr Marron's enormous throbbing penis; then Dr Marron placed both hands on her head and pushed it forward so that his glans were thrusting against her lipstick lips.

He kept pushing but Michele wouldn't open her mouth. The thought of taking a man into her mouth made her want to vomit.

Dr Marron slapped her face hard and she saw stars and the heard ringing in her ears. Michele started to cry.

"Stop this silliness nurse! I want what I paid for!" Dr Marron boomed.

He pulled back his hand to strike her again and Michele flinched and Dr Marron smiled and took her head in his hands and pushed his hard, throbbing cock towards her mouth.

"You know what to do nurse, and don't even think of biting me!" Dr Marron fumed.

He pushed his penis into Michele's mouth; it tasted a little salty but not unpleasant. The problem for Michele was that the girth of Dr Marron's phallus filled her mouth to the extent that is made it difficult to breath. Eventually she became used to breathing in and out though her nose and concentrated on controlling her gag reflex. 

Dr Marron tightened his grip on her head and eased his cock in out of her mouth. He pulled her face back until just her lips circled his plum-coloured glans; then he pulled her face forward as he thrust, forcing his substantial manhood deep into her mouth. Michele moved her tongue along his shaft and sensed his enjoyment. She was hoping he would climax soon as every time his glans hit the back of her throat it caused her to gag. 

Just when Michele though that she was going to choke, Dr Marron abruptly pulled his erection from her mouth. Michele wondered if he'd climaxed; she had never fellated a man before but she thought she would be able to detect his semen if he had indeed spent himself in her mouth.

Dr Marron pulled Michele to her feet and pushed her back onto the couch. Her dress rode up and her legs were akimbo and Brain Marron immediately seized the opportunity to pounce on her.

"Ok nurse, were nearly there just behave yourself and this will all be over soon," Dr Marron said and lowered his face to hers.

He kissed her and she reciprocated; her plan now that Dr Marron had been fellated and was likely close to orgasm was try to get him to ejaculate against her rather than having to fellate him to climax or even worse, do what Dr Lovejoy had done to her. She lay beneath him, his body pressed against hers and she wriggled and writhed against him, attempting to evoke a climax.

They kissed and groped each other and Michele felt Dr Marron begin to hump away at the front of her panties and she happy to respond. His hands stroked her stockinged legs rubbing them from knee to stocking-top and then his fingers stroked her bare thighs.

"MMMMmmm, that's nice doctor," Michele purred in his ear.

She was hoping her encouragement would further excite him and bring him closer to climax. It seemed to be working as Dr Marron slid his hand along the front of her panties and then he slipped his fingers inside the waistband. Michele began to struggle again.

"Behave nurse," Dr Marron hissed in her ear. 

Michele felt more than a little trepidation as Dr Marron's hand slid inside her panties. His fingers found her penis. She struggled a little but Dr Marron held her still and gently extricated her penis and positioned her member along her stomach and pulled her panties back up over it and pressed down on her. His erection pressed against her thickening penis through the satin slip and flimsy panty material. He began to rub his cock against hers and he kissed her deeply.

Michele had to admit the feeling was very erotic and she felt quite feminine lying under him like this. All of the times she had masturbated wearing panties and stockings could not compare to the sensation of having her erect member being rubbed through the soft, silky layers of her slip and panties. She could feel Dr Marron's cock pulse and throb as it massaged her own quivering shaft.

Instinctively she lifted her legs and wrapped them around Dr Marron's body; locking her heels behind his back.

"That's the way nurse; a little encouragement is always appreciated," Dr Marron ground herself against her.

Then Dr Marron adjusted his position slightly and pushed his cock into the crevice of her panty-clad buttocks and began to hump her there. Michele was back to feeling trepidicious, she wanted him to come on her not in her.

"Put it back please Doctor, it feels so nice rubbing my cock," she whispered in his ear then kissed him whist she wriggled her buttocks trying to extricate his cock.

But Dr Marron did not stop; instead he pulled the gusset of Michele's panties aside and slid his cock into the crease of her soft creamy buttocks.

"Please stop," Michele begged.

Dr Marron ignored her and his glans probed at her sphincter. Michele screamed and wriggled but Dr Marron was too strong. He held her down with one hand whilst he used the other to guide his penis to Michele's anus.

Michele screamed.

"No!!"

Michele couldn't stop him but she knew she did not want to be sodomised!

Dr Marron spat into his hand and rubbed his spittle on Michele's sphincter, then spat again and rubbed it on his long thick shaft; all the while Michele wriggled and struggled underneath him. He used his body weight to hold her down.

"Stop! Stop! Don't! Don't!" she screamed.

Michele was just about to scream again and when the head of Dr Marron's penis pierced her sphincter. The spittle eased the entry of Dr Marron's cock past her tight, puckered, bud but the pain was still incredible. Michele moaned and bucked in pain but Dr Marron did not remove his phallus from inside her, he only had his glans inside her but was pressing forward with groin, his engorged member slowly entering her anal cavity.




So You Want to be a Nurse? Ch. 03



"Ohhh that hurts!" Michele whimpered.

"Silly nurse; relax and it will be ok," Dr Marron whispered, trying to sooth her.

Michele felt a deep burning sensation combined with spasmodic twinges of intense pain shooting from her anus. She whimpered and wriggled trying to expel the intruder from her back passage but Dr Marron held on.

"Stop it nurse!" he hissed; and slapped her across the face.

Michele cheek stung and tears crept into her eyes but she realised that just like yesterday in room 209, she had been beaten and she would do anything to stop the excruciating pain. She sighed and lay still; her anus pierced by Dr Marron's penis but she was smart enough to know that fighting was only going to make the pain worse. She tried to relax her sphincter but her instinct was to try to push against the invading object out of her anus; not to accept it.

"That's better nurse," said Dr Marron as he felt Michele's sphincter spasm as she tried to relax it.

Michele was quietly sobbing but at the same time she forced her inner muscles to relax. Amazingly the twinges of intense pain began to subside; she still felt the burning sensation around the entrance to her anus but it was tolerable. Dr Marron spat into his hand again and applied more spittle to his shaft.

Inch by inch Dr Marron slowly pushed himself deep inside Michele's rectum. Michele felt full and intensely uncomfortable, the urge to expel Dr Marron's penis was immense and she had to prevent her internal muscles from contracting. She he raised her legs so that they rested over his shoulders. He looked down at her pretty face and smiled.

"It's ok nurse; you're doing fine, this will be over soon," Dr Marron said in a soothing voice, similar to what he would use on a patient.

Michele suddenly gasped; the pain and subsided and his glans had found her prostate; pleasure replaced pain as

Dr Marron buried his engorged penis inside her with his scrotum resting snugly between her buttocks. He wriggled his penis inside her to stimulate her prostate and he kissed her. She began to respond and she kissed him back.

"Just stay relaxed nurse and it will soon get better," Dr Marron lowered his face to hers and kissed her.

He rubbed her slip against her silken-hosed legs and she rubbed then against his muscled body.

Michele gasped; for the second time in her life she was being fucked and had to admit she was enjoying it.

When Dr Marron lowered his mouth to hers she kissed him back, deeply, passionately. She drove her tongue into his mouth and lifted her buttocks up off the couch and pushed herself up against him; her legs moved around his waist; she locked her ankles together and held him against her. She felt totally feminine lying here underneath this man; wantonly giving herself to him.

They fucked slowly but passionately taking their time; Dr Marron easing his penis in and out Michele's anus with long slow thrusts, as she raised herself up to meet him. They kissed, stroked and fondled each other as their passions rose.

"Oh fuck me!" Michele moaned and began to push back against Dr Marron as he slid in and out of her tight passage.

Michele's cock became fully erect in her panties. Dr Marron's reached down and squeezed Michele's penis through her panties.

"Ohhh!!" Michele moaned.

Dr Marron fucked Michele and she fucked him back; both of them moaning and groaning with the intensity of their passion. He squeezed and stroked Michele's hard penis and the stimulation she felt from having her cock massaged through her nylon panties amplified the rings of pleasure that radiated from her anus. She was going to come.

Michele pushed herself up and impaled herself on Brian's quivering cock until he was buried to the hilt. His erection slid deep into her anus; her tight slick tunnel gripped his throbbing cock. Dr Marron fucked her harder and she humped him back. She lifted her legs up higher and Dr Marron positioned her legs over his shoulders and kissed her stocking-clad calves as he fucked her. They kissed and moaned and ground and fucked each other.

Dr Marron let out a bellow and pushed his cock deep inside Michele and ejaculated. Michele rose up and ground against him, forcing his pulsating cock to stimulate her prostate. Her panty-clad cock, enfolded in her satin slip, rubbed against his belly and she climaxed into her panties. She flooded her knickers and soaked her slip. 

Michele drummed her heels on Dr Marron's back and he raked her thighs as they kissed and climaxed. She could feel him discharging himself inside her; filling her with hot semen. Brain could feel Michele's back passage pulsing, squeezing his cock, and milking the sperm from it. He felt Michele's warm emission on his belly.

They kissed, stroked and fondled each other for a few minutes until their orgasms subsided. Dr Marron pulled his deflating penis from Michele's anus and a trickle of semen escaped her sphincter.

He extricated himself from her and stared down at the slut nurse lying on the couch, legs spread, makeup smeared, her dress rucked up and her slip and panties soaked with semen. He began to dress himself; without saying a word while Michele tried to make herself as presentable as possible. Her panties were soaked with hot sticky semen both front and back and she could feel some of it run down her thighs as she stood up and smoothed out her uniform.

Dr Marron had finished dressing and turned to address her.

He pulled her to him as bestowed on her a lingering kiss. He abruptly broke the embrace.

"Well it's off to work for me I have procedure in an hour," he said bluntly.

"You did very well nurse; in fact you've earned a little something extra," he winked at her and strode out of the room, dropping a five pound note on the hallway telephone table before leaving.

Michele began to feel post-coital regret; she was disappointed that once again she had once again given in to carnal desire, even though she had been physically forced and blackmailed. She could see the fiver sitting in the little silver dish next to the telephone and began to ponder the whole forced prostitution conundrum.

As if on cue the telephone rang.

To be continued...



So You Want to be a Nurse? Ch. 04



Chapter Four - The Explanation 

As if on cue the telephone rang.

It was Polly.

"Hope it wasn't too bad Michele; meet me at the Boar's Head pub at five pm honey; I have to go," Polly hung up.

Michele removed her clothing and tossed the soiled lingerie, along with the lingerie she had worn yesterday into the washer. She scrubbed off her makeup, removed her breastforms and removed nailpolish. She had another shower, dressed as Michael and sat smoking and drinking tea, watching the clock and thinking about what Dr Marron had said about paying good money for her services.

Polly was sitting at a small table in the snug of the Boar's Head, a gin and tonic sat untouched alongside an ashtray with a smouldering cigarette burning away. She was still in her nurse's uniform having come straight from work; it was the navy blue tunic as opposed to the white one Michele had worn earlier in the day. The white uniform was the nurses' summer uniform and Spring was still some months away.

A young man dressed in labourer's work clothes was having an animated conversation with Polly; the man was obviously drunk and Michael was a little reluctant to join them but he strolled over.

"See I told you I was waiting for someone; so please leave," she said to the navvy.

"What? This weedy little poof? You can do better than that luv," the young man slurred.

Wagging her finger, Polly beckoned him closer and he leaned down to hear what she had to say.

"Fuck off!!" she screamed in his ear and drove her heel into his shin.

Polly had swapped her work shoes for high-heels and Michael imagined the pain must be excruciating. The navvy howled with pain, hopping on one leg, holding his bruised and scraped shin. In the main bar, his workmates watching him through the door to the snug bellowed with laughter.

"You ok luv?" the barman put his head through the small servery hatch.

"Yeah, this tosser just can't take no for an answer," she nodded at the wounded workman who was hobbling away to join his friends.

"A pint please, and another gin and tonic please," Polly called to the barman.

The barman raised his eyebrows, but went away to pour the drinks. Polly smiled at Michael and downed her drink in one long gulp. She patted the padded bench seat and Michael sat down beside her; the space was small and cramped and they sat thigh to thigh.

The barman bought out the drinks and set them down and Michael pulled at his pint and Polly sipped her drink; the barman left and they were left alone in the snug.

Polly pecked Michael on the lips and squeezed his thigh briefly.

"What's this about?" Michael said taking another sip of his pint.

"Tell me about Dr Marron; was it terrible?" Polly asked, looking Michael. 

"Really? That's what you want to know?" Michael replied, a little angry.

Polly nodded.

"Michael; we are a little more than friends, aren't we?" 

"Ok, the truth. It was a little like what happened on the ward. At first I was disgusted and I fought him but..."

"But?" Polly leaned in closer.

"But ok; the truth. After a while I liked it; I capitulated. I orgasmed and I liked it."

"But...after, well I felt defiled," he concluded.

"Sort of like...Well, sort of like what happened with me?" Polly asked.

"No that was consensual! Yes, I guess to some extent you seduced me; but I was a willing participant from the beginning. In this case; I was forced to participate in an act to which I did not consent," Michael took another draught of his beer.

"But eventually you liked it?" Polly asked.

Michael slammed his pint down on the table.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I liked it!" he protested.

"Ok. Calm down; I had to ask because I need to know. You could say I wanted to ease my conscience," Polly replied.

"I filmed you at the hospital. I had no choice; I had to. I came around to your house to teach you how to use makeup and to feminise yourself; because I had to."

"But what happened between us; that was because I wanted it to," Polly confessed.

"So now what?" Michael asked, draining his pint.

"So now you spend some of that five pounds that Dr Marron left you and buy a round," Polly smiled at him.

"And then I'm going to tell you something. Something you won't like but need to know."

Michael went up to the servery and ordered two gin and tonics; doubles. He figured he was going to need a double. He returned to the table and Polly had already lit two cigarettes; he took a deep drag and looked at Polly quizzically.

"You are meeting with Matron Holliday tonight. It's not negotiable but forewarned is forearmed," Polly held up her hand to prevent Michael from interjecting.

"It's an elaborate scam involving blackmail, prostitution and lots and lots of money," Polly began.

"Dr James Lovejoy commenced his residency at CMH about two years ago and as well as trying to shag as many nurses as possible, he took Amanda Holliday as his lover."

"They hatched a plan and secretly photographed some of the nurses 'inflagrante delicto' so to speak with Dr Lovejoy, then they blackmailed them. Some of the nurses just told them to fuck off, but some of them, myself included, were duped into their conspiracy."

"Let me guess. They prostitute them out," Michael interrupted.

"Yes. Some reluctantly at first but the money is far more than they make nursing," Polly went on.

"Without sounding churlish, you were tipped five pounds today; that's nearly a half a week's wages."

Michael blushed and was about to defend himself but decided to let Polly continue.

"So CMH runs a thriving prostitution business on the side. Incredible as this may seem; it is true. There is enough money being made that bribes can be paid to those who need to be bribed, selected members of board and the administration, and a tidy sum is still made by Amanda and James."

"But how can they get away with it? How come someone hasn't gone to the authorities or the police?" Michael asked.

"Well why won't you?" Polly countered and drained her drink.

"Well because...I'm in a totally different situation. I'm a; well I'm a..." he left the sentence unfinished.

"Yes you are a man in a job that is traditionally done by women; and you are a...well you are a transvestite. So you are likely to be locked up just for that. It's still the nineteen-fifties Michael," Polly had summed up his situation perfectly.

"The other nurses, the ones they blackmail, they either capitulate or they move on. Lovejoy and Holliday win either way. They have a small stable of nurses who prostitute themselves or they let them go, knowing they will never come forward while they have the damning photographs."

"So why me?" Michael asked.

"Because we have expanded our customer base and it now includes cliental who have particular peccadilloes," Matron Holliday interjected.

Amanda Holliday had crept up to the table without Michael even knowing. Michael flashed a malevolent stare at Polly and turned to his nemesis.

"What the fuck do you want?" Michael glared at the Matron.

Amanda Holliday ignored his question.

"You can leave now Polly; and you keep a civil tongue in your head Nurse Nyland, I'm still your boss," Matron smiled at them both.

"Get a round in before you go," she clipped at Polly who was gathering up her purse and cigarettes and putting them in her handbag.

Matron Holliday took Polly's seat.

"Ok Nurse Nyland, I'm meeting you here in a public place but our privacy is guaranteed, I tipped the barkeep five bob so we have the snug to ourselves," Amanda began.

Michael sat in silence fuming.

"Oh come on Michele; don't pout. Brian tells me you quite enjoyed your little interlude this afternoon," Amanda smiled at him.

"Don't call me that!" Michael hissed.

"I'll fucking-well call you what I like! You work for me as Nurse Michael Nyland at Chelmsford Memorial Hospital and as Nurse Michele Nylons wherever I tell you. I'm your boss in both instances," Amanda did not appear in any way intimidated.

Polly put two double gin and tonics on the table and smiled wanly at Michael before she turned and left.

"Lovely, isn't she? One of our best earners," Amanda sipped her drink.

"So...Polly has probably told you far too much than she needed to, but you get the gist of what this is about."

"I find you the punters, you service the punters, and we all make a quid," she smiled.

She lit two cigarettes and offered one to Michael who was at first inclined to crush it out on her face but accepted it and took a drag.

"Look it's not too bad. Did you really think you could steal knickers and stockings from the nurse's change room and I wouldn't know it was you?"

"We'd been asked by a few of the punters if we could provide them with a transvestite, there's no accounting for taste, personally I think it's depraved, but there is money to made."

"So you were the perfect choice," she sucked her fag and took a deep draught of her drink.

"And the great thing is, you only have two choices. Give up nursing, and even if you do I'll make sure your family and friends see the pictures I have, or go along."

"As you found out this afternoon it's not that bad if you go along," she sneered.

Michael blushed; Dr Marron had obviously reported to her the details of their encounter.

"And it pays. You owe me fifty quid for the makeup and clothes we bought you. You can keep the fiver that Dr Marron tipped you, you keep all the tips and fifty percent of the fee. So your debt to me will be cleared before you know it and then you will be making more money as a prossie than as a nurse."

"What if I just tell you and Dr Lovejoy to fuck off?" Michael hissed at her.

"Oh come on Michele; you know what will happen if you do," Amanda replied.

She reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope. 

"The Chelmsford Ambassador Hotel; be there at eight pm tonight. Pack a bag with what you need. The details are in here. Don't fuck this up, he's one of my elite punters," Matron slid the envelope across the table and stood.

She smiled at him, downed her drink and turned on her heels and strode out of the pub.

Michael seemed to be collecting quite an accumulation of envelopes. He resited opening it until he was home and seated on the couch. He opened the envelope and shook it and a note and a passkey fell out. The note was succinct. 

'Room 302 Chelmsford Ambassador Hotel, be there in plenty of time so you are presentable by eight o'clock.

You won't be asked any questions and you don't need to tell the man anything other than what he already knows.

Wear the blue uniform'

It was half-past six so Michael hurriedly packed the necessaries into a small suitcase, hurried outside and caught the bus to the high street. The Chelmsford Ambassador Hotel was only two blocks away from CMH so it was easy to find.

Despite his trepidation, no one challenged him when he walked through the lobby, up three flights, and down the corridor, where he found room 302.

It had been freshly serviced and there were fresh flowers and a small bar set up. There was even an ice bucket; quite a luxury. Michael poured a G and T and opened the suitcase. Michael's conscience transitioned and she began to think of herself as Michele as she stripped naked.

She lay out her clothes on the bed and took her little cosmetics kit over to the dresser and began to apply her makeup. She took a damp sponge and applied generous amounts of foundation to her face and applied the finishing powder. She rouged her cheeks, carefully applied eyeliner, brushed on eyeshadow and layed liberal amounts of mascara on her lashes. She smacked her lips as she had been taught to set the plum red lipstick.

"I'm getting better," she appraised herself as she adjusted the black bob wig on her head.

She stepped into a red lace suspender belt and slid on a pair of dark brown, fully-fashioned stockings and snapped the suspender clips to the dark gauzy welts. Once again the familiar feel of diaphanous nylons on her legs excited her; she extended each leg and smoothed out her stockings and straightened the seams. Her toenails were still painted red; there had been no reason to remove the nailpolish.

Next she slipped into a pair of red satin panties affixed the breastforms and snapped on a matching red satin brassiere. She stepped into the navy-blue parody of a nurse's uniform with the tight bodice, short hem and open decolletage and then slipped her feet into a pair of black high-heels. She looked at herself in the mirror and was happy with the results.

Time was running out so she quickly accessorised her jewellery and sprayed herself with perfume.

She had come prepared with lubricant this time and placed the tube on the bedside table. She did not want the indignity of the punter spitting in his hand like Dr Marron had done.

She sat in an overstuffed armchair sipping her drink while she carefully applied nailpolish to her fingernails. She had just finished when eight o'clock struck and the door opened.

A middle-aged, but fit-looking, handsome man stepped through the door. He hung his coat and his hat on the hat-rack and turned around.

"Hello, let's just call me Gerald shall we? I don't have long so lets get started."

"You must be Michele," Gerald said and walked over and took Michele in his arms and kissed her passionately, rubbing his body against her. 

Michele had decided that this time she was going to enjoy the encounter as much as possible. She knew that resistance was futile and now that she had experienced sex a number of times whilst enfemme, she figured she would forgo the painful consequences of impeding what the gentleman was going to take by force in any event.

Michele slid her tongue into Gerald's mouth and felt his erection rub against her through her clothing. She manoeuvred a hand between their bodies and squeezed Gerald's penis through the material of his trousers. Gerald groaned and pushed her onto the bed and fell down on top of her, never breaking their kiss.

His hand slid under her skirt and he stroked her stocking-tops and the smooth, creamy skin of her upper thighs. His kisses were pleasant and she responded in kind; her penis was becoming tumescent in her panties and when Gerald lightly ran his fingers over the front of his panties she gasped and bit his lip.

"Mmmm you like that don't you? I like a girl who has a little extra in her knickers," Gerald whispered in her ear.

"And you are so beautiful and sexy Michele."

He crushed his body against hers, his hands exploring her body as they kissed. He was tender with her, taking his time as he explored her, his hand slipped inside her tunic and stroked her belly; occasionally dropping down and sliding over her erect penis encased in her satin panties. Michele had never felt so wonton, so slutty, so feminine; the need for release was becoming overwhelming. Michele reached between their bodies and opened his flies and freed Gerald's cock from the prison of his trousers; it felt long, thick, and meaty. 

The feel of silk and satin caressing her body, the stockings encasing her legs, the taste of lipstick and makeup, the smell of her perfume and the feel of the hard bodied man against her excited Michele. Michele pushed herself free of Gerald's embrace and lowered her face to his groin. She knelt on the bed and straddled his torso; her face to his groin and her buttocks raised; her legs either side of his head. Gerald pushed her skirt up and nibbled and licked her creamy thighs.

"Oh my god Michele it is so hard to find a woman who likes to do it the French way," Gerald groaned and lay back on the bed.

He kicked off his shoes and with Michele's help he shucked out of his trousers and underwear.

Michele had surprised herself; she had not planned to perform fellatio unless she was forced to do so but it seemed so right, a natural extension of their foreplay. And she felt an immense feeling of power; the man lying under her, begging for her to release him.

Michele tentatively licked Gerald's erection; then she kissed his bulbous glans and was pleased when he shuddered in expectation. She took the hard weapon into her mouth and suckled it, sliding her lips along the shaft. She lifted her lips from the turgid member and looked at the purple veins pulsing along the shaft and the engorged crimson glans; her lipstick was smeared on the shaft. Michele looked back into Gerald's eyes and saw his lust; a lust that she had invoked. A feeling of power and sexual energy surged through her. She lowered her face and traced the veins in his throbbing cock with the tip of her tongue and was delighted to hear him groan.

She kissed his fraenulum and Gerald pushed her mouth down onto his cock.

Gerald massaged Michele's buttocks through her satin panties and then she felt him pull the gusset aside, exposing her puckered sphincter. A probing finger explored her tight bud and then she felt the cold slipperiness of the lubricant as a finger pressed against the entrance to her tight entrance.

Her first instinct was to move forward away from the intruding appendage but as soon as it slid past her sphincter she began to feel pleasure and pushed back, encouraging him to drive his finger deeper inside her, stimulating that special place. As she sucked and slathered at Gerald's turgid cock she realised that she was not only enjoying the experience; she was in charge. This was so different than the other times. She was so excited. She wanted to be fucked.

Michele spat out Gerald's cock and she could sense his disappointment, but not for long. Michele spun around and straddled Gerald so that she was sitting astride him; her buttocks positioned above his rampant member.

She reached out and scrambled her fingers around the bedside table until she eventually found the lubricant and she slathered his phallus with the cold gel.

Gerald didn't even remove her panties; he simply pulled the gusset to one side and then slowly slid his entire length inside Michele until his scrotum rested against her buttocks. Michele grunted as Gerald's cock filled her, but she liked the feeling of the hard member crammed inside her and especially liked the tingling feeling emanating from her prostate whenever Gerald's glans rubbed against it.

Gerald gripped Michele by the hips and she began to ride him, slowly at first, stopping now and then to lower her face to his so they could kiss passionately whilst his throbbing cock was buried deep inside her. Michele slowly increased the tempo and as Michele rode him he held on to her hips and rose up and thrust into her as she impaled herself on his hard, thick cock.

Gerald pounded away at Michele as she rose and lowered her buttocks to meet his thrusts. She lowered her face to his and they gasped and groaned into each other's mouths, their tongues entwined and their teeth occasionally cracked together with the ferocity of the sex. Gerald had managed to shuck off his shirt and Michele raked his chest with her nails.

The fucking became a frenzy, Gerald jack-hammered his cock in and out Michele's tight anus and Michele, impaled on Gerald's hard throbbing cock, clung to him and wriggled and shook her buttocks. She thrust her hips down to match his strokes ensuring his full length penetrated her slick anal sheath. 

Michele felt her orgasm approaching as Gerald howled and moaned with the rush of his own climax. Michele felt Gerald's cock convulse deep inside her as he filled her with his hot seed. Michele's cock was erect and rubbing against Gerald's stomach through the flimsy material of her panties as Gerald savagely fucked her. The pressure and friction induced Michele's own climax and she groaned in ecstasy as she flooded her panties with hot semen. Gerald's cock pounded in and out of her anus further stimulating her and she was wracked by the most intense orgasm that she had ever experienced.




So You Want to be a Nurse? Ch. 04



Gerald's thrusting slowed down as his orgasm subsided until eventually Michele lay still on top of him with his slowly deflating penis buried in her anus. They continued to kiss and caress each other until Gerald finally broke the kiss and smiled up at her.

"And that is why I like to fuck trannies," he grinned.

"You girls know what men like because you have the same equipment," he spanked Michele playfully on the bum.

Gerald checked his watch.

"Sorry Michele I really have to go but when I need a nurse in future I'm asking for you. Don't worry I'll give a good report to the Matron; she likes to know how her girls perform," he laughed.

Gerald wriggled out from under Michele and reached for his coat. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from the pocket and lit one for each of them. Michele lay on the bed smoking, her dress still hiked up away from her semen-soaked knickers; not very lady-like but practical. 

Gerald used a towel to wipe himself and then he pulled on his pants, zipped his flies, buttoned his shirt and stepped into his shoes; obviously he had somewhere he needed to be. He playfully threw the another towel at Michele.

"Here sweetie, clean yourself up," he laughed.

Michele wiped at her semen soaked panties and looked up at Gerald and made a quick study. He was a well-built handsome man in his late forties; obviously a professional and she would bet he had something to with the hospital, probably a doctor, administrator or an official of some sort. 

He came over to the bed and kissed her; not quiet so passionately now that he was sated.

He dropped two pounds on the bed, put on his jacket and turned to leave.

"The room is paid for the whole night so enjoy it. The bar is covered too. Thanks very much Nurse Michele, you can guarantee I will want your services again," he winked and slipped out the door.

Michele scrambled off the bed and straightened her clothes. She picked up the two quid.

"Nah! Not a doctor; cheap prick!" she laughed to herself.

The phone rang almost on cue and Michele picked it up.

"Matron?" she asked.

"No it's Polly. Matron asked me to check on you and I just saw Mr Bramley leave the hotel. Are you ok?"

"Why don't you get your sexy arse up here and I'll tell you over a drink. And if you're lucky I might throw you a shag," Michele chuckled into the phone.

"Oh Nurse! How can I possibly refuse such a courteous offer?"

Michele hung up and began to pour two gin and tonics. She felt a stirring in her knickers as she though of herself and Polly together in that big hotel bed all night. She smiled.

"This might not be such bad lark," she grinned.

To be continued.