Wearing Clean Underwear

Aneleise Matthews

PART ONE

 

The last two months have been nothing short of a nightmare. But thankfully the end of it is near. I am lying here on my sick bed, my home for the last eight weeks. No, not my home, my prison. But today I get my freedom.

My story of the last two months is incredulous. So incredulous that I don't know where to start explaining what I have been through. I have been immobilised in traction and restrictive bandages for the last eight weeks as a result of a bad car accident. I have endured four operations and an intolerable amount of pain. Today, the bandages and traction are to be removed and I'll be able to get out of this place. Any moment now I'm expecting my doctor and the nurses to come in on their rounds and to free me. You might say 'you poor bloke Kerry, no wonder you feel the way you do. That is anyone's nightmare'. Well the temporary incapacitation in itself has not been the problem. It's been what has been happening to me while I have been lying here helpless and unable to defend myself that would shock even the most lewd and perverse reader. Let me tell you my story so that the remaining minutes of my incarceration will pass quickly.

Did your mother ever tell you that you should always make sure that you are wearing clean underwear just in case you have to go to the doctor unexpectedly? Well mine certainly did. But as most men do they never quite appreciate the wisdom of the things that their mothers tell them.

She's probably sitting up there in heaven wagging her finger saying 'I told you so'.

But for me, it wasn't a case of wearing dirty underwear, but a case of wearing the wrong underwear. I was caught red handed and red faced. You would probably say that I deserved it. I am married, and even though the marriage is an unhappy and a rather spiteful one, I had taken a vow at the altar.

My wife had gone away for the weekend. She had to attend a weekend away with all the people at her office. It was an annual event that their firm had to improve morale in their office, to improve their working relationships and to brainstorm new ideas. Admittedly she was the only female lawyer in an office of five male lawyers. Despite the problems our marriage had been through I have always trusted Jane. Even though we had not had sex for six months, I still believe even now that there is hope for us. I still love her.

She had only been gone a few hours when early Saturday afternoon there was a knock on our apartment door. I opened it to see Marissa, our next door neighbour standing there. She had a sweet and helpless look on her face.

"I'm sorry to bother you Kerry on your day off, but I was wondering if you could help me?"

Marissa was one of those girls who you could not imagine getting married. She was young, beautiful and loved to party and flirt. Looking at her that Saturday afternoon, she was living up to my expectations of her. She probably knew that Jane had gone out.

"Sure Marissa, what can I do for you?" She did look beautiful. Even just in the casual clothes she was wearing around the house she was a tease. She had a super tight short denim skirt and a see through white blouse. She was wearing black leather shoes with heels. She had silky chestnut hair down to her shoulders.

"My DVD is not working properly. I was hoping you could have a look at it for me? That's if Jane can spare you for fifteen minutes".

"Actually, Jane has gone away for the weekend." Marissa feigned surprise.

The web was spun and the fly was about to fly into the centre of it. She was exceptionally charming and vivacious. After fixing her DVD (there seemed to be nothing wrong with it) we started chatting over a few glasses of wine. My tongue soon loosened and the topic got around to Jane. She was so sweet and understanding. That was the bait attracting the fly to the centre of the web. And when I got there, the spider pounced.

Who could blame me for falling for it?. I was starved of a woman's touch and affection.

She had moved closer to me on the lounge in a gesture of empathy and supportive friendship.

It wasn't long before we were in each others arms, kissing passionately and eventually naked on the lounge, fucking each other like crazed teenagers. After a while, Marissa packed a change of clothes and we went back into my apartment as she was expecting her flatmate to come back late in the afternoon. The afternoon stretched into the evening and thence the whole night. We continued making love most of the day Sunday. Jane was not coming back until eight a.m. on Monday morning so she spent Sunday night with me as well.

I set the alarm for her so that she could get up early on Monday morning before Jane came home. As Marissa was having a shower, I felt totally drained of energy from the weekend of fucking so I dozed off to sleep. The next thing I knew, I heard the jingling of keys which was followed by the sound of keys opening the front door. I jumped up, still half asleep with a start. I ran into the bathroom in a panic. I was relieved, Marissa was gone.

"Hello Kerry". There was a call from the hallway.

"Hello darling". I did not sound convincing. Then my spirits hit rock bottom. There, in the corner of the bathroom were Marissa's brassiere and panties. Jane owned nothing like them. They were pink, lacy and very seductive. As I had found out, Marissa's bra size was a much larger cup than Jane's. I panicked. What could I do. I locked the bathroom door and tried to regain my calm. I turned the shower on and then opened the door and called out to Jane.

"Darling, could you get me a shirt for work and some pants?"

"Is it any wonder things are so bad between us when you don't even ask me how the weekend was. Just get this and get that", she said as she walked up to the bathroom door.

She threw the clothing to me and walked back into the living room. Great I thought. Just the break I need. After having a quick shower and shaving, I put the bra and panties on and then my work clothes over them. With my jacket on, the bra was not visible.

I tried to act normally so as not to arouse any suspicions, but in the end I got out of there as soon as I could. I was feeling really flustered. Before I knew it, I had not seen an oncoming car when I was turning across the traffic at a set of traffic lights not far from home. The car was virtually written off and I was trapped. My legs, pelvis, arms and my chest and face were all throbbing with pain. There was blood everywhere. I thought that I was going to die.

Then the ambulance freed me from the car. Next I was on my back on a stretcher, the ambulance racing to hospital, lights flashing and sirens wailing. I was in so much pain that I could not get up off the stretcher. I became drowsy with morphine and somewhat disinhibited.

When the ambulance stopped all I could see were the lights on the hospital ceiling flash by and then a whole group of doctors and nurses around me. Before I knew it, my torn clothes were being cut off with large pairs of scissors.

In the panic and confusion after the accident, I had forgotten all about the brassiere and matching frilly pink panties that I was wearing. And when I did remember, the drugs I had been given seemed to detach me from any panic or concern that I would normally have felt if placed in the same situation.

I could see it in all their faces. Suddenly they all stopped and stood back. A moments silence as the astonished faces looked at my face and then to my underwear and back again. Then there was suppressed laughter from the men and giggling from the women. At first they tried to hide it. Then they didn't care.

"Not another fucking cross dresser" I heard one of the male doctors murmur under his breath.

"Your lingerie is…is…just so…so... so pretty Kerrie sweetie" said an attractive young nurse with mock concern as if she was talking to another woman. She continued. " I just know that if we cut them you'll be so disappointed. We don't need to cut them off. We can just leave them on for the moment and work around them".

So, for the next hour while I lay there on the hospital bed being x-rayed and prodded and poked, all I was wearing were Marissa's finest underwear. I was the butt of everyone's jokes and a great source of amusement for many of the staff including radiographers, student doctors and nurses, cleaners, wardsmen and porters, even an electrician who came in to fix a light in the room. Everytime one of the staff came up to me, they giggled and then told me how beautiful I looked. But if I felt embarrassed in front of these total strangers, imagine how I felt when Jane came into the hospital. I heard one of the nurses warning her outside my room that they had found something very unusual when they had removed my clothes. She did not tell her what. The nurse had not wanted to spoil her reaction. And what a reaction. What was I to say? Would it be better to tell her the truth about my weekend fucking our nubile next door neighbour's nympho brains out, or to let her think that I'd turned queer? Talk about the horns of a dilemma.

Well, I did not get to say much. The morphine had seemed to slow my brains. She assumed the latter

"You pathetic little poofter pansy. You make me sick" she said with the utmost disgust in her voice. "I've had enough of you".

With that she stormed out.

Once again I heard hushed conversation between Jane and the nurse. I thought I heard if say something like 'well if that's what she wants, you better treat her like one' or something to that effect. But as I said I was dosed to the eyeballs with morphine and I could have been mistaken.

The same pretty young nurse who had spoken to me before stood there with her arms folded, a look of satisfaction on her face. She looked as though she felt sorry for my wife. She then walked up to me.

"There there Kerrie. Don't cry. You're such a pretty girl". She put her hand down and stroked my penis under the lacy panties. "Mmmm. What a lovely clitty you've got under there".

"I'm not a girl, damn it", I said, trying to ward off the sense of nonchalance that the drugs had caused.

"Only a very feminine girl with beautiful taste would wear such pretty things" she replied defiantly. "You are a girly girl", and so it continued.

 

It turned out that I had broken both my legs, one of my arms, my pelvis, my chest and my neck. The surgeon in charge of my care, Dr Vivienne Lipski told me that I would need multiple operations and would be trussed up in hospital for a few months. Before long, I was transferred up to a ward. I was put in a single room at the end of the ward.

True to the word of the nurse who told me that the lingerie was too nice to cut off, they left the pink bra and panties on me that first day. The nursing staffs were different from the ones in the emergency room. But they acted the same. They treated me like a girl. The nurse looking after me that day was Heather. She introduced herself to me. I told her my name so that she could write it up on the head of the bed. She spelt my name the female way, K-E-R-R-I-E.

"That's not how you spell Kerry", I said.

"Oh yes it is", she replied indignantly.

"That's the female version", I informed her.

"Exactly", she said. "I told you I knew how to spell your name Ms Marquez".

"Mr Marquez".

"You hardly look like a mister to me, sweetie. Look at your pretty lingerie. You have such wonderful taste. I'm sooo jealous. When you are feeling a little better we'll have to sit down and have a nice long girlie chat about lingerie, our favourite dresses and perfumes and how we feel about things, including men. You know, all those things that we girls like to gossip about for hours on end".

"But I'm not a girl", I shouted angrily.

"But of course you are darling" she said confidently. I started to kick and struggle with anger and frustration. But my arms and legs were bound up in traction and there was nothing that I could do. The morphine was wearing off.

"Be careful Kerrie sweetie. If you keep that up you'll hurt that pretty little body of yours.

You're such a fragile and delicate little girl. Boy I know some men who like vulnerable and innocent girls just like you. Maybe I could introduce you after you get better...". She was injecting more morphine into my drip as she was saying this. Once again my emotions became detached from what was happening and my anger dissolved into nothing. It was like I was a curious spectator in what was happening.

"Now Kerrie with an I-E, I can tell that you haven't had a chance to get to the salon to have a good wax for a while. Anyway, we need to shave your body because Dr Lipski is going to have to perform a series of operations to help you mend from this terrible accident that you had". She got one of those sterile metal hospital bowls and filled it with tepid water and soap and got out a disposable razor. She then proceeded to shave my all over my body. She had shaved everywhere, except under my lacy panties. When she came to these she had a sparkle in her eyes and she was smiling.

"You know Kerrie", she whispered quietly in my ear, her breath was hot. "I'm not just a nurse, I'm a hot blooded woman, just like you. I know how tough it is for a girl to be laid up like this for such a long period of time. And if her body is to mend, her mind has to be in good shape. Part of a girl's psychological well being is her sexual well being". She had started to rub her hand over my penis which was flaccid under the panties. Despite the morphine, my dick started to get hard.

"Mmmm. That's a good girl" she cooed. "What a large clitoris you've got . I tell you what, Kerrie. I'm going to shave your clitoris and your pussy." She pulled the panties down and proceeded to shave the hair around the base of my penis and the hair off my scrotum and then around my anus. After ten minutes it was completely smooth. My anus was wet and soapy. She ran her finger around the edge of it and then all of a sudden she plunged her finger in. Then two fingers and then three. My back arched up with agony. After she did this for a while she went to her bag and opened it up, pulling out a large vibrator. She turned it on and then penetrated me with it. With her other hand she stroked my penis with her wet soapy hands.

"We girls know how to please each other don't we, Kerrie?" Despite the pain, her stimulation of my penis was enough to bring me to orgasm as she fucked me with the vibrator.

And so that was my first day with Heather. She seemed to have me as her patient whenever she was working. And everyday she refused to acknowledge that I was a man. Everyday she would do something different to make me feel like a girl. One day she made up my face. Other days she would spray her perfume all over me so that I would feel better. 'Perfume makes a girl feel good' she would say. Other days she would sit down and have one way girly conversations with me. It did not matter how much I protested that I was a man, she would not listen. Other days she brought in lingerie to make me wear and she even brought me a seductive nightie which she put on me and made me wear every night. The one thing that she did do every day was to fuck me with her vibrator. After a few weeks my anus was so loose that it did not hurt any more and with her stimulation of what she called my clitoris, I had an orgasm every time.

One Saturday she arranged for one of her male nurse friends to come in. He sat with me and held my hand, talking really nicely to me. Even he treated me like a woman. After a while this guy, Mark, got up on the bed and started kissing me. It was revolting. But there was nothing I could do. I was lying there flat on my back and with my legs strung up in traction my hole was exposed. He pulled back the frilly underwear that Heather had put on me and it wasn't long before he'd impaled me on his cock. He was sweaty and hairy. He fucked me while Heather watched and held my hand, saying what a brave girl I was. I could feel his stinking hot cum shoot up inside me as he grunted like a pig, enjoying every disgusting minute of it as if he was rolling in the mud. As he was having his orgasm she was whispering in my ear that women often had to just lie on their backs and take it while their men grunted and groaned in selfish hedonistic pleasure and then have foul smelling sticky cum run out of them all day. It was all part of being a woman.

Are you shocked yet?

Well there is more to come.

None of the other nurses did as much as Heather, but they all treated me as a girl and encouraged many of the cosmetic things that Heather had started. Even Dr Lipski treated me as another woman.

 

And then there were the operations. Dr Lipski had told me that I would need multiple operations. They started with my legs which had been fractured. When I came back from the operating theatre the day after my accident the fractures had been set but I had to be in traction for eight weeks while the bones mended. I was too drowsy from the morphine to sign the consent form. So Jane signed as my next of kin. Her hushed conversations outside my door with Heather and Dr Lipski became almost a daily occurrence.

Jane's anger has not abated during the whole of my eight weeks here. She too has joined in this ridiculous joke of treating me as a woman. She has been bringing me perfumes , lipsticks, scented soaps. All sorts of feminine gifts. She has such a nerve that woman. After a few weeks she started bringing Jason, one of the lawyers from my office with her to visit. At first he just came with her and there was no physical contact but after a while she started holding his hand. It made me so angry that I kicked and struggled and abused them, but Heather just gave me more morphine. Soon Jason and my wife were kissing in front of me. Jane would delight in telling me how happy she was. That she was in love and felt like a sixteen year old all over again. It made me so angry.

The day after fixing my leg fractures they fixed the fractures in my arms. After this there were no operations for many weeks. They were treating me with medications and injections every day. They wouldn't tell me what they were for, except one day Heather let it slip that I would be feeling much more of a woman because of the tablets and injections.

Dr Lipski told me that I needed surgery to my neck and face, chest and pelvis, but that these would have to wait until my bones had knitted and were stronger.

So, two weeks ago the surgery started again. First they were going to fix my broken pelvis. After I arrived back from the operating room, my whole groin was burning with severe pain. It was all bandaged up. I have had a catheter to keep my bladder empty for the last two weeks. They removed this just this morning and I believe that very shortly when Dr Lipski comes around to remove my bandages that I will be able to urinate again when I get up for the first time. There has been one good thing about the pelvic surgery however. It has stopped Heather from playing with my clitoris , I mean penis.

Then after my pelvis they operated on my chest, apparently to fix my fractured ribs. Like my pelvis, my chest was searing with agony at first. There were tight bandages around my chest that had stayed in place up till now. There was so much dressing and padding underneath that my chest bulged out quite noticeably. Today, I could feel no pain and I feel ready to have the bandages removed. The next operation was on my face and neck. My face has been bandaged for the last week and because Dr Lipski had to operate on my voice box, I have been forbidden from speaking for the last seven days. Hopefully I will be allowed to speak today when she comes around.

I'm not sure exactly what they did to my face. As usual, Jane signed the consent form.

But I have complete faith in Dr Lipski's judgement and skills. Consequently, my face has been bandaged too.

I will be so glad to get out of here and end his ridiculous nonsense. I'll be able to sort out the problems in my relationship with Jane and put this Jason guy in his place. I also intend to go to the authorities about Heather. I also intend to get a haircut. My hair has grown so long and who would have thought that a simple haircut could be so important?

 

"Ah Kerrie, are you ready for the big moment"

At last Dr Lipski has arrived. She is looking beautiful as usual. This is where my story ends reader. I'm about to be freed from this hellhole. I've really paid for my thoughtless infidelity and I am ready to try all over again with Jane. Speaking of Jane, she has also arrived with Dr Lipski, and Heather. I nod at her and make eye contact through my bandages.

"I've got some new clothes for you to wear home Kerrie", said Jane. They were in a bag on a hanger so I could not see what she had bought.

"Now just be patient, we will do one bandage at a time my dear", said Dr Lipski.

I nodded. I was busting with anticipation.

"Sister, please remove the head and neck bandage. But no talking yet, Kerrie".

Heather did as she was ordered. My face felt different. My lips felt full and enlarged and the skin on my face tight. Heather started brushing my now long hair. I started to protest but Dr Lipski put her finger to her lips to silence me.

"When we get everything off you then you can stand up and look in the full length mirror in the corner". I nodded. "Sister, next the chest".

My excitement is building as these wretched bandages fall off me. But wait. Oh my god. I've got two huge breasts like a woman.

"What have you done". I am angry and I can see Jane smiling broadly. She is now laughing.

"Hahahahahahahahahha. Cinderella's wish has come true." Jane's laugh could only be described as an evil cackle.

You're such a beautiful girl Kerrie!" Heather exclaims.

"My voice. My voice. What has happened to it. It's so high pitched. I sound like a girl."

"Of course you do Kerrie. And such a pretty voice".

I struggle but my arms and legs are still trussed up. Heather starts to remove my groin bandages.

"Oh my godddd. Where is my cock! It's gone."

"Your clitoris is now a normal size now darling and look you have a sexy pussy", says Heather.

"Hahahahahahahahah" Jane's laugh is raucous and unbridled.

I look down and my pelvis looks entirely different. Heather holds a mirror between my legs and it's true, I have a pussy and no cock. The lips of my pussy and thick and hairless.

"Do you like my new earrings Kerrie?" Jane says to me, cupping her hands under two bronzed earrings that are egg shaped balls just larger than quails eggs. I kept them as souvenirs

Hahhahahahahahahah."

"You bitch. Ohh my goddddd. They are my testicles"

"Don't get too excited dear, otherwise we'll have to give you something to calm you down so that you don't hurt yourself" Dr Lipski adds in.

Heather removes the traction from my legs and arms and I jump up and look at myself in the mirror. My body is smooth. There is not one bit of hair on my legs. My muscle bulk has withered away, and my face is different, My lips are full and pouting and are just like a model's lips.

My hair is down to my shoulders. I have two large but taut breasts hanging from my hairless chest and there is no cock.

"Oh my god. I am a woman". My voice is shrill.

"Here Kerrie. Look at the clothes that I have bought you". Jane removes them from the bag. Kerrie holds up a pink and blue floral print dress, the skirt of which is quite short. It has short sleeves and a plunging back. She also holds up the same bra and panties that I was wearing on the day of my accident. Here they are honey, as good as new. And you thought you'd never see them again"

I am stunned. I am speechless. As I stand here frozen with disbelief, Heather and Jane move forward and dress me in the lingerie. There bra is a perfect fit and lifts and separates my breasts. The dress is a perfect fit.

I think that I'm going to faint.....

 

It's now one year later and protest as much as I did, I haven't been able to do anything about my situation. For a while I kept insisting that I wasn't a girl, so Jane and the doctors got a psychiatrist to see me. He said that I was quite patently a woman, a very sexy and well developed woman at that, and that my incredible story about my hospitalisation and enforced femininity was unbelievable in this day and age of consumer awareness and democracy and that it had strong paranoid delusions consistent with schizophrenia. He put me in an institution for a week and the only way I got out was that I had to agree to live with and be supervised by my sister Jane Marquez. While I was in the institution for that week, Just about every male psychiatric nurse in the place fucked me while I was in a straight jacket.

When I arrived home to Jane and Jason's apartment , there were flowers from my work, commiserating Jane for her loss. They believed that her husband died eight weeks after his accident. One morning, Marissa knocked on the door and came in to share her condolences with Jane. I was introduced as the new maid.

Once, I tried to run away, but Jane had me found and to punish me, put me back in hospital where I stayed for a month, once again the sexual plaything in a straight jacket of all the male nurses. Eventually Jane rescued me.

Now I cook and clean for her and Jason I have to watch them kiss and cuddle and share each others lives. She makes me watch him fuck her. Sometimes she makes me lick his cum out of her pussy after he has ejaculated. She tells me that I am better off as a woman anyway, because I was such a pathetic lover as a man.

One evening she had Marissa over for dinner. I had to cook and wait on them. Then I listened to Marissa tell Jane the whole story of the weekend she went away and how Kerry came in and seduced her, taking advantage of the fact that she had recently broken up from her boyfriend and she was vulnerable. And then they derived great pleasure out of comparing notes on my lovemaking ability. Marissa said that she was so bored and that she had never had to fake as many as many orgasms as she did with Kerry that weekend.. Then Marissa told Jane that she purposely left her underwear lying in the bathroom because she thought that Kerry was a no good, two timing swine who deserved to be found out by his unsuspecting wife.

At this, Jason laughed. "Well wouldn't he just role over in his grave if he knew that Jane and I had been fucking ourselves silly that weekend anyway.

  

  

  

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