Trainee Nurse

For the TV who has a tendency to be compliant, the idea of being in a situation where there is a certain code of dress or uniform required, together with an element of training could seem like the ideal scenario for pleasurable cross dressing. It is this type of circumstance that we shall be discussing in this session involving a client we will call John who was a secret cross dresser until one eventful occasion.

Although John only dressed as a female in private, he had become very experienced over the years and had accumulated quite a large wardrobe. He had a gorgeous collection of fabulous undies: silky panties, stockings, lovely frilly briefs, suspender belts, bras and basques, sensual underskirts and sexy negligees, together with a good selection of top clothes wigs and make up. But most of all he loved to get into a compliant mood, indulging in pleasant fantasies imagining that he had someone to take control and assertively train him in some way. John worked in the administration section of a large hospital and often envied the nurses in their crisp uniforms, wishing that he could have the opportunity to play such a role.

One morning he had to go across to the wards to collect some paperwork and while he was waiting in the hallway, he noticed a cupboard containing several nurses' uniforms. John couldn't resist stroking the gorgeous blue and white checked cotton, smelling the clinical freshness of the material. He found himself overcome by the desire to try one of them on and on sheer impulse, he snatched one of the uniforms from the hanger and slipped into a small store room closing the door behind him. John was quite appalled by what he had decided to do, but undeterred, he stripped off his male clothing down to his shorts and got into that delightful little nurses dress. He fastened all of the white buttons all the way down and gently smoothed the uniform into place against his body. It felt so cool and smart and he began wishing that he could have completed the outfit with all the appropriate underwear, like maybe a pair of white cotton panties and a matching bra, together with some sheer, seamed stockings and sensibly heeled female shoes.

But his daydreaming was his downfall. He failed to hear the footsteps in the hall and was suddenly brought back to reality by the appearance of a shocked, severe matron staring at him accusingly. At first she said nothing, while John shook with shame and embarrassment. Finally, the matron appeared to reach a decision. She told him that he would pay for this misdemeanor unless of course he wanted her to report him to his department for what he had done. Feebly, John shook his head. She nodded in approval and informed him that if he liked playing the nurse, then that was exactly what he would do. But, he would find that there was much more to it than wearing an attractive uniform. Being totally unqualified, he would not of course have any contact with the patients, but there was lots of menial tasks he could help out with and - the matron assured him - they would be completed to perfection.

But first, he was to smarten himself up and wear the full uniform. He was told to wait in the storeroom, while she brought him some additional items. When she returned, she handed him a white, cotton padded bra with matching suspender belt and panties, a pair of dark, seamed stockings and a pair of black leather shoes with a slightly raised heel. There was also a short, brown bobbed wig and a nurse's cap and to his further embarrassment, she stood there watching while he put them all on. John then dutifully followed the matron to an empty ward, which was used for training purposes and was given a list of tasks to complete. Then he set about cleaning all the fittings and floor in accordance with the matron's instructions and finally changed the linen on the four empty beds. When he had finished he just stood there, dreading matron's return.

At long length, she finally strode into the room and carefully inspected every single nook and cranny before examining his efforts with the beds. One of them wasn't up to the required standard and she stood over him while he did it all again before the task was at last pronounced acceptable. John breathed a sigh of relief, but wondered what was coming next. To his complete surprise he saw that she was smiling mischievously - she even playfully flicked the elastic of his suspenders. The matron then admitted that she had thoroughly enjoyed this little scenario, whilst at the same time teaching him a lesson for his misconduct. And, as he later scurried back to the store room to change, John realised that, not only had this situation taught him to be discreet in future but also that he, too, had enjoyed the experience of realising one of his favourite fantasies.