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So You Want To Be A Nurse
By
Michele Nylons
Chapter Two - 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.
"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......................................
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