Nursing in the Family ; (Eldest Daughter : Cadet Initiation) by Sandra

My father promised to write up all the stuff from the original “Nursing in the Family” post in more detail and with a better writing style. I can’t promise either of these but here is a fuller account of my personal experiences of being initiated.

I entered nursing as a cadet at 16. I knew fine well about the practical jokes. Mum had warned me about the potential to be stripped especially since I was a sister’s daughter and my dad was a senior manager. She pointed out that I should really down play my family connections, and definitely not throw them in anyone’s face.

The first few weeks where full of the usually practical jokes. “Go and ask theatre sister for a long stand”, “Quick nurse we’ve ran out of fallopian tubes go and ask obstetrics if they have any spare ones” and many more. There was then just the mean ones like glue in your locker lock, syringe of water up or down your dress, and deliberate charging a bed with static then asking you to make it. Cotton sheets and nylon uniforms don’t mix. Then there’d be the silly ones like putting out on the intercom ‘can Cadet Green Come” then a pause “ come to ward II”. To visitors and patients it would seem like a straightforward message.

The other two cadets that had started with me by now had reported the dangers of the bathroom. They had been stripped to underwear and shown just how cold hospital water can get. So I was kind of expected something to occur to me anytime now.

It was getting towards the end of a late shift. I still hadn’t accustomed myself to the daily workload so often found myself flagging a bit by shifts end. Sister said, “Get yourself away early you’ve had enough for one day. I’ll see you bright and early. Regards to your mother” I thought that was strange she’d never mentioned mum but mum had said that there was a cool professionalism between them. I found out later mum had been pretty diabolical to her when she was a first year.

So I’m walking back to the changing rooms down the long underground corridor. It had recently been renovated. It still had the morgue, creepy as hell, but the records store was all modern with computers and rotating filing cabinets. Also there had been a canteen built for junior staff and none medical staff which patients could go to with visitors if permitted. The other main change was that what had been the maintenance workshops and just a storage area for large equipment had been turned into a large laundry, seamstress facility, and staff changing and rest area.

So I’m very nearly at the double doors to turn into the changing area when three third years appeared from nowhere. I to was later to perfect this piece of magic as a third year. I stopped and went to step aside but the smiles said it all. I have a clear memory of them licking their lips like a lion about to devour its kill. They grabbed me and pulled me into the room adjacent to the changing rooms which led to the kitchen back of the canteen.

Before I could protest or anything they set about me. I knew what there goal was since no bathroom was immediately to hand. There had been rumours that some third years off another ward had made a first year streak from the lift ante room area to the changing rooms one night. I fought as best I could but the dress was off and I was now in tights panties and bra. I had taken, thanks to mum, the precaution of buying 10 sets of white plain knickers and 3 good plain bras. These where quite practical for work and didn’t give you the embarrassment of reveal very sexy stuff to patients or eagle eyed porters if climbing on to bed, bending or being stripped.

The tights where next dealt with they didn’t bother going careful so a brand new pair that day was ruined. But again cheap multi-packs where the order of the day. Back when I was on the tools you could go through two to three pairs a week. Even as a sister I go through a good few pairs per month. The bra and panties where no problem to experienced nurses. I was son laid there with my black rich bush on show. “Well she’s the spit of her mum” one of them said and they all laughed. Mum’s reputation for being stripped went before her.

Now naked there collected up my clothes and one of them left with them.

“We’ll give her enough time to put your stuff away for you” one of the remaining two said. They then just engaged me in normal conversation. ‘did I like nursing, what did I want to specialise in, what was mother like at home” The other nurse came back and the other one said, “Okay you can go and get dressed now. Your keys in your locker for (thenlooking at her watch) two minutes”. She nodded and made like she was setting a stop watch. I turned to go out the door into the corridor and then a quick dash across to relative safety. I might bump into nursing staff or porters but not patients or visitors. Unless I was really unlucky this time of night.

I tried for the door but the student who had just come back through it stopped me. She pointed to the door behind me. I wasn’t sure exactly where it led. I knew from the general geography that it must lead to somewhere in the kitchen. From there I could cross the kitchen and going through a hatch in the counter enter the canteen then from their go through the canteen door into the corridor then about 10 yards up to the changing rooms.

I shook my head, She just pointed. I turned around. I now for the first time really checked myself out. I think I was hoping that they had forgotten a piece of clothing or that I would now wake up. No such look.

I made sure that my arms and hands where optimized for coverage then

opened the door requiring one hand to be freed. I peeked as best I could to see if anyone was in there. Visiting was ending as I left the ward but they could still be visitors and patients around. Staff would be on wards then it dawned on me not porters and maintenance staff who could come and go as they pleased. I could here movement but couldn’t see where it was coming from. “Thirty seconds gone” the time keeper said. I forgot I was on a clock. So I thought to hell with it. It was nude through the kitchen and canteen or nude home.

I pushed the door open fully. My hand on the door handle revealing my upper torso. My other hand had naturally come away from my pubic area. I was now fully revealed to two females in their early twenties and thirties respectively. They whistled and applauded attracting the attention of the other three kitchen staff who where sat around the nearest table in the canteen. I set off running for the counter and made it with all eyes on me in about 5 or 6 seconds. I was trying my best to conceal everything. The counter top was up but the door part was bolted.

I had to drop my coverage to pull the bolt and swing open the door. I was now fully naked in the canteen area and the three staff there could now see all of me. The counter had covered I hoped my low area. The two staff in the kitchen where getting a really good view of my bottom.

Concealing again as best as I could I manoeuvred around tables to much applause and whistling with shouts of streaker. It took about twenty seconds to manoeuvre my way to the door. This was due to the cold of the floor and its wetness having just been mopped making it slippery.

Once at the door to the corridor I paused briefly and tried to look

through the window up the corridor. I could only see the last few feet.

I tried to listen for sounds from the corridor but the door was a pretty good sound insulator. So I pulled it open and made a dash.

I was initially alarmed at suddenly seeing people in the corridor then realised that it was the three student nurses. They watched my dash for the changing room. I was panicked stricken because I was now more aware of my surroundings and could hear male voices somewhere. I burst in to the changing rooms with another 20 seconds gone.

The doors led to another corridor which after about 10 foot turned left before turning again right to go straight ahead. It was a vanity screen of a sort. The wall to my left had a shuttered opening which was the seamstress”. The laundry shutter opening was on the left wall as you turned back straight. This long corridor had male changing rooms off to the left and larger female changing rooms to the right. I ran down this corridor for about 20 yards to the entrance to the female changing rooms. The male voices now louder. I had to run past the open male changing room doors. This is where the voices where coming from. By the conversation it was two technicians doing something with the air conditioning/ventilation. This door was just after the laundry so that it didn’t open onto the female door which was at the opposite end of the long corridor. It also meant in theory that men never had to pass this point to be anywhere near female changing rooms. There was a redline in the floor with a notice on the male changing room doors which said “No

males beyond red line”. That never stopped them.

I had to now decided whether to just run or peek and run. If I ran and they where stood at the opening they would see for sure but it would be fleeting. If I peeked and their where no where near then I could quietly pass by and the run for the door. If I peeked and they where stood right in the open they would be warned of my presence and I’d give them a eyeful. Which is exactly what I did but not quite as planned.

As I approached running at best speed and considering my alternatives the first one stepped out backwards with some tubing in had. I very nearly ran into him. He heard me and turned. I came to one of those run on tip toes stops. He just looked me up and down. His mate asked “What and poked his head out just as I was arching my body like a motorcyclist to go around his friend at acceleration. They whistled and applauded my ‘cute little bot” all the way to the changing rooms.

Even in the safety of the changing room my ordeal was not through a fourth student nurse now scarred me half to death by hiding behind the door and calling “BOO”. My arms everywhere and my breast all a jiggle she got a wonderful show. I dashed for my locker and I heard the main door opening convinced it was the guys coming down behind me to see more. It was the other three students with two of the canteen staff.

They came in and stood around talking whilst I dressed say how great I’d been and what a run.

Truth is that introduction to streaking and stripping is what started my little fetish into it. It was the attention, the thrill, the excitement, the scariness of it, the naughtiness and the somewhat illegalness both in terms of hospital rules and the law. Its just such a rush.