Warning : Some bondage references. All events and characters are fictional.

  

Nurse Party

by Miss Antrophy

  

Well, it certainly wasn't what I was looking for at the time but when the experience hit me it was one I wouldn't forget.

It was about 1980 and I had recently broken up with my girlfriend after a few months together. She knew I liked to cross dress and, on the whole, tolerated it, though she was never terribly interested in the clothes I liked to wear. I think she saw it as a man's foible and something she could tolerate. We left each other over other things and, I was looking to make new friends, open new avenues and generally get on with my life.

Anyway, part of this involved finding new places to go in the evenings, where I wouldn't keep bumping into my ex girlfriend and her mates. Someone at work suggested this pub down by the old hospital that was quiet, had a pool table and had friendly enough regulars. What he didn't mention was that, on certain nights, according to the shift pattern they worked at the hospital, the place was invaded by nurses determined to let their hair down, sink a pint or three and have some fun. For a group of them, that particular evening that particular evening's fun would be me.

So there I was, on my first night at the place, having been introduced to the locals by my friend who then disappeared, lost 50p at pool to an elderly gent, and put away a pint of strong cider. I had a warm, merry feeling inside me, and for the first time in a while was beginning to feel good about things. I decided, however, to call it a night and go home early after one more half pint, which I went up to order at the bar. I was so engaged in thinking about how my life was turning for the better that I did not notice that at least a dozen young women, mostly in small groups had filled the other half of the pub.

"Having a half?" a shrill female voice called from over the bar when I had ordered my drink. I saw a group of women standing there, one blonde, one with red hair, one studious looking one with glasses and one enormous girl who must have been at least a size 24.

"We don't drink halves in here," winked the Size 24, who tossed a couple more coins on the bar. "Get him a proper drink."

"Thank you," I called out, accepting the full measure. "It'll keep me warm on the way home."

"Leaving so soon?" asked the blonde girl. They had pulled up an extra stool. I was about to make an excuse about working in the morning, but then wondered why. They all seemed attractive, and maybe a little interested in me, which was a big plus. Perhaps I could stay and make an evening of it.

I enjoyed the drink they had bought me and then bought a round myself. We made small talk at first, but the conversation inevitably drifted to what they did for a living. They were all in street clothes now but something in my spine tingled as I imagined them all in their nurses uniforms scurrying around the wards and looking after patients. Because I was a little tipsy, I asked them what appealed to them about nursing.

"Ooooh. Interview question!" said the blonde.

"No, not the interview answer," I replied. "Real answer."

"I think it's the being in charge," said the redhead. "Of the patients. Especially men. Being the big nanny."

"Organising things," said the one in glasses.

"The uniform." said the size 24. My heart began to race.

"It's a horrid thing to wear," objected the blonde. "All straight and scratchy."

"But you look the part," replied the redhead.

"And it drives men wild," put in Size 24. She looked directly at me. "Am I right?"

My face must have been bright red, broadcasting "YES" without me even needing to answer. All the girls laughed.

CLANG! The bell for last orders had sounded, and we finished our drinks.

"It's been a lovely evening," I told the nurses, reaching for my coat. "Very interesting to talk to you."

"Oh the evening's not over yet!" replied the blonde girl. "You don't think we haven't made provisions? Kathy and I share a flat, its full of booze and you're all invited!"

"That's very kind of you," I said, "but I…."

"You're coming," said the redhead firmly. "We've been talking about us all evening and we want to hear more about you!."

The five of us piled into a taxi headed to God knows where and an intensive interrogation began about what I did for a living, whether I had a girlfriend and if not what had happened to the last one. I told them that I worked in the county library, which was true, that I was doing an Open University degree, which was sort of true at the time and that I had big plans for the future, which was far from true. They saw through the lie.

"You're a poor little lost sheep, aren't you?" said the girl with glasses. "Law modules? Organic Chemistry? Geology?"

I told them I wanted to be a writer one day and they laughed. A lot.

Eventually, the cab arrived at the foot of an unpleasant looking block of flats. We were a long way south of the river, in the cheap accommodation let out to students and as we stepped out into the darkness, I began to feel a little nervous, despite the Dutch courage of the cider swilling around in my belly. It was very cold, and our breath showed in the light.

"Welcome to the palace" said the redhead, fumbling for her keys.

The flat itself was relatively large, with one big all purpose room with kitchenette, two small bedrooms and a tiny lavatory. The tenants evidently believed that clear floor space was a dreadful evil and had covered every square inch of it with old sofas, bean bags, discarded clothes, piles of nursing textbooks and, normally wedged between the crevices, dirty mugs and wine glasses.

We each found a spot and, drinks poured, coats removed and a pizza ordered, we resumed our conversation about whether I, or anyone else for that matter, actually knew what they wanted to do with their lives. I found myself holding forth, glass in my hand, about the merits and values of my exciting job as an assistant librarian, when the conversation suddenly took another turn.

"Do they make you wear a skirt and blouse?" the redhead asked with a giggle.

"Don't see why they should, unless I wanted to." I replied carelessly.

"Well, it's a bit of a girlie job, don't you think?" asked the redhead. "I'd expect an assistant librarian turned out in a skirt and blouse."

"It's not compulsory," I replied, with that nervous giggle every cross dresser tries to avoid when conversations head in that direction. "I think they want their staff to wear whatever's comfortable."

"Oooh now there's a luxury" cut in the blonde girl. "Imagine if we could turn up to work in 'whatever's comfortable'"

"It would make changing beds a lot easier" said the girl with glasses.

"Well, I really like the uniforms you wear," I said, instantly regretting it.

"We know that," replied the redhead, "but you're not the one who has to wear it, are you dear?"

"Well, they can't be that bad can they?" I asked.

Silence. Then a wry smile crossed the lips of the size 24 woman.

"Time for an experiment, don't you think ladies?" she asked with a grin.

"What kind of experiment?" asked the redhead

"Lets see if Bigmouth here can spend the rest of the evening in Ward Dress, up to Matron's standards, mind you" the size 24 explained.

"I'll be Matron," put in the girl with glasses.

"And see if he is still of the same opinion in, say, two hours time?"

"I'm not sure I can do that," I said. My nerves had gone haywire at the prospect of wearing a nurses uniform in front of these women, but I was also terrified at the prospect.

"I think you're outvoted," the redhead observed. "Four to One. Follow me, my darling. I think I can squeeze you into one of mine."

The redhead went into one of the smaller rooms and a gentle push from Size 24 encouraged me to follow.

"Don't look until he's ready" said the redhead, pushing the door to, with only the two of us in the smaller room. She noticed the erection I had been trying to hide all evening.

"Enjoying yourself, are you?" she asked. "I guessed you would. From the first five minutes. We like to pick a little lamb like you from that bar every now and then for a little amusement. Just remember we're in charge and enjoy the ride."

I nodded.

"Panties on under those jeans?"

"Yes."

"Good. Leave them on and strip the rest down."

Unconsciously, I obeyed her voice. It was a voice that had that unmistakable thread of steel in it which meant it just had to be obeyed, even if it meant undressing in front of a woman. It has always been a liberating experience for me to hear, and follow those wonderful matronly tones.

She rummaged in her wardrobe as I undressed and produced a nurses dress, the national design the Health Service had introduced to make all nurses look the same. It was light blue with a white criss-cross pattern and, when I stepped into it, I found it surprisingly heavy and the polyester fabric slightly rough to the touch.

The dress had large white buttons down the front, which were concealed by a flap once the redhead had fastened them. The dress felt itchy, uncomfortable and very restrictive. Adding to the effect was the apron, a heavily starched crackling thing, which she tied around my waist. It had never occurred to me before that nurses actually pin the bibs of their aprons up onto their chests and when she did this to me I could feel the cold metal of the pins between the dress and my skin, just above my nipples. Then the belt went on, pulled tightly, and finally the hat that felt quite ridiculous perching on top of my head as it did.

"There we go, my dear," the redhead said. "How does it feel?"

"Very strange," I replied, catching sight of myself in a mirror.

"Keep that in," she said, patting down the sizable lump between my legs. "It does rather spoil the effect."

"Right. Back straight, eyes forward and out you go!"

My predicament caused much hilarity amongst the nurses one of whom, the blonde girl, almost spilt her drink laughing.

"Now, that's what I call equality of the sexes!" pronounced the girl with glasses, with a certain relish. "Let's have a look at you, girl!"

I stepped into the middle of the room and the self appointed 'matron' took great delight fussing and preening over her life sized doll in uniform. I felt fantastic, but hugely embarrassed.

"Now imagine a ten hour shift in that," said the blonde girl. "In the summer."

"Or even this time of year," commented the redhead. "Those long cold corridors." I imagined chilly hospital draughts flapping round my short sleeves and filtering up the skirt.

"We could take him for a walk round the block," suggested Size 24. That was a scary thought that gave me goose pimples!

"Well, I think you've made your point," I said. "It is uncomfortable and they ought to do something about the design." I felt this had gone far enough and wanted to get back into my own clothes.

"No way," said Size 24. "Two hours. You agreed." I couldn't remember if I had said anything like that or not, but didn't think so.

"I'm sorry, but look…"

"You sit down over there and be good," instructed the redhead. "Or we'll send you home as you are!"

I sat down. The paper nurses cap pinned to my hair was starting to bother me so I tried to take it off. I was rewarded with a quick slap on the arm from the redhead.

"Don't fidget!" she snapped. "Leave the uniform as it is. In fact.." She motioned towards the blonde girl. "Get the cuffs from our bedroom."

"Handcuffs?" I said, starting to panic.

"Don't wimp out on us now," replied the redhead, gripping me tightly by the arm. "Enjoy it!" She kissed me on the cheek and I blushed as she rested her free hand on my lap, stroking it deftly over my penis.

The blonde brought out some handcuffs, and in a trance I let the redhead pull my arms behind me. Fear swelled inside me as I realised I was surrendering any control I had left of the situation, but there was something reassuring about the redhead's touch which made me not want to resist as she locked the metal loops around me.

A lot of people play with toy restraints, or get their partners to tie them up with things like dressing gown cords, but that's nothing like real cuffs, because if you get scared, or even just want to scratch your nose you can free yourself from pretend restraints in an instant. Real handcuffs don't work like that, and as I tested the freedom of movement left to my arms they felt very solid and secure.

Wearing them for a bit longer I realised that, especially in the tight nurse's dress, it was impossible to find a position which was comfortable for more that a few seconds, so I kept shifting and squirming around on my chair as the party continued.

I got a real shock when the doorbell went a few minutes later, but of course it was only the pizza arriving and I was relieved to find that I was nowhere near the door. The girls had ordered a great big, thick pepperoni one covered in cheese, and I realised I was really hungry. The redhead thoughtfully held up a slice for me to nibble.

"Don't you dare get any of that on my uniform!" she warned, though I was not best placed to eat politely. Size 24 solved the problem by stuffing a tea-towel down the front of my dress to act as a bib. That worked pretty well and the redhead's dress stayed clean – for now.

The redhead herself was sitting right next to me and I could feel her warmth and smell the gentle odours of her athletic body. It reminded me how helpless I was next to her. Though the cuffs and the uniform were uncomfortable, I was enjoying myself immensely.

The night wore on and the handcuffs and uniform stayed in place. I think I must have been dozing thought I don't know how with my arms pinned behind me, because the next thing I remember, the girl with glasses was shaking me awake. The electric blue light of early dawn was filtering through the windows.

Of course my arms were aching from the cuffs, and the polyester uniform was very uncomfortable and dripping with sweat so, as soon as the other nurses were awake, I asked the redhead to free me so I could get changed.

"OK," she said. "I'll need to wash that dress though. I think you've learned your lesson. Now where are my keys?"

"I haven't seen them," said the blonde girl. "I thought you had them."

"Nope," replied the redhead as I stood up and stretched out my arms behind me. I really wanted to stretch them out properly but became increasingly alarmed as the girls looked around for the keys to no avail.

"Do you have to get home in a hurry?" the girl with glasses asked me.

"Err, well not really," I replied. It was a Saturday, after all. "But I gotta get these cuffs off me."

"I don't think we're going to find the key," replied the blonde girl. "And I'm on duty in a couple of hours."

"Me too," said the girl in glasses.

"Can someone pick them open?" I asked in desperation.

"Nah," replied the redhead. "These are proper police handcuffs. The only way is to cut them off."

"Fire brigade?" suggested Size 24. The prospect was not appealing to me in the slightest especially given what I was wearing.

"Wait a mo," put in the girl in glasses. "Turn around a moment, dear"

I did so and she inspected my cuffs.

"Thought so," she said. "I got a pair just like this at home. The keys will be the same."

"How far are you from here?" asked the redhead.

"Half an hour," she replied. "I can go for them. Shit! What about my shift? The hospital's 40 minutes from here!"

"How far from your place?" asked the redhead.

"Ten minutes."

The redhead thought for a moment, and then grinned.

"OK girls, here's the plan," she began, pointing at me and the girl in glasses. "Get into another of my uniforms. You two go from here to get the keys, you get loose, get changed and go home.."

"And I get to work on time!" concluded the girl in glasses.

"Wait a minute!" I was horrified. "I cant go out like this!"

"You'll have to," replied the redhead. "You'll both be in uniform. Two nurses on the way to work."

"What about these handcuffs!"

"I'll lend you a cloak to cover your arms. It'll just look like your walking with your hands behind your back. We'll have to make you up though."

"Lets do it!" said Size 24.

There was nothing I could do with my hands cuffed behind me and four enthusiastic young women determined to make me look as female as possible in ten minutes flat. The girl in glasses went into one of the back rooms to get changed herself while the others worked on me. They opened up the front of the dress, stuffed it with some tea towels to look like breasts and fastened it up again, put a wig on my head and a little make up. Finally, they pinned a long blue cape around my throat just like the ones nurses were still wearing in those days.

I was convinced I would look stupid, but to my surprise I looked quite authentic at first glance, smartly dressed in uniform (albeit a little crumpled) with my hands behind my back. The girl in glasses was in uniform as well, and together we looked quite passable as two nurses on their way to work.

"Off you go then," said the redhead. "Better open the door for you!"

Off we went, clanking down the steps to street level and out into the morning. The cold air immediately whipped up inside my skirt and the morning breezes, like cold fingers found their way beneath the cape and around the open collar of the uniform. The metal rings around my wrists began to chill. It was still early so there was nobody about, thank goodness, but I realised someone would eventually see us.

I found it difficult to walk in the shoes they had given me, with no hands to balance myself, but after a little time I was able to manage it. We passed a couple of old men waiting at a bus stop, but they paid us no attention.

"How much further?" I asked

"It's a little way," replied the girl in glasses. "You're doing very well."

I felt a couple of spots of rain bouncing off the nurses cap. The thought of the uniform soaked by rain was not a pleasant one. We continued on our way and thankfully the raindrops stopped.

"Nearly there!" said my companion, who had brought my own clothes along with her. "I bet you'll be glad to get out of those handcuffs!"

We were approaching the block of flats where she lived, and I was just thinking we would get there without an encounter when we almost walked into two other women. Both of them were also nurses.

"Hi, there!" One of them greeted the girl in glasses.

"Hi, Mindy!" my companion replied.

"Are you two going to work?" Mindy asked.

"Just dropping something off at my flat. You look well!"

"Who's this?" Mindy asked again, looking at me quizzically.

"She's a new girl, Mindy. I'm showing her the ropes."

"OK. See you on the ward in a while then!"

The nurses departed. You can imagine how embarrassed I felt.

"Thank you for getting me out of that one!" I said, with a big sigh of relief."

"Well, I suppose we got you into this fix," the nurse replied. "Lets get indoors."

Five minutes later, I was standing with my back to her while she undid my handcuffs.

"There you go," she said, as my arms were free once more. I would remember the experience for a long time to come.

  

  

  

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