I have been pestered for a while to write an account of my early years in nursing or more accurately being stripped. My father wrote an account of these so I want to start a little further back.
When I was eight one night before Christmas my mum was going out with aunty Kath and the girls from work. As usual on these nights we got to stay up later than normal and have a treat we where not normally allowed. Dad was in charge. He put us both to bed but I could not sleep waiting to hear mum coming home. I heard the sound of the coach at the end of our road and rose from bed to look out of the window. The bus fell silent then I heard the sound of two woman in heels running down the road. Well I could not believe my eight year old eyes as my mum and Kath came into view. I really mean that. I thought I was dreaming put realised I was not. The story of the king and his new clothes popped into my head I remember that but quite why I could not say then or now. Mum and Kath where completely naked accept for heels and self-support stockings in aunty Kath’s case and stockings and suspender belt in mum’s. The sheer black nylon and black leather shoes with their uncovered black thick bushes stood out in the ghostly white street lighting. Mum pounded at the door and I heard dad switch on his bedroom light. I darted back to bed and pulled the covers over myself. The room light beamed out into the landing then the landing light stitched on. Dad descended the stairs saying ‘coming, coming. Hold your horses”.
I sat up to listen. “Bloody hell!” dad said as he opened the door and saw the sight. I could hear mum and Kath entering mum saying, “George don’t look Kath’s naked”. and Kath saying, “I think he can see that”. “get us a robe or something and shut the door”. I heard dad coming back up the stairs. Mum must have went in the room and switched on the light.
‘dam the curtains are open” she said. Dad, went into their bedroom and I was dying to look but knew I would be caught. At that I heard aunt Kath say. “I need the loo” and start up the stairs. Mum shouted up, “George stay there Kath’s coming up”. I then saw Kath walk naked past the door jam (hinged side). Mum then flowed her up and I saw her naked passing by the door too. He went and got the robe’s and took one to Kath.
I told Katelynn what I saw the next day and she didn’t believe me. It was not until I was about to start as a cadet that mum one day told me about initiations. When she finished I said. “Was that what you and aunt Kath where doing that night you came home naked” her face was a picture.
My house hold was very lackes about nudity. I often saw mum and dad around naked and they me. Even when I developed I didn’t mind being seen. I didn’t go out of my way to be seen but wasn’t all hung up if I was.
When I was twelve I was at guides camp. We where all tucked up in sleeping bags one night talking about boys. How far we’d gone with them and how far they had gone with us. Quite innocent stuff like holding hands, kisses on the cheek and that sort of thing. A few of the older girls talked about boys touching them in places but I was sure that sort of thing didn’t happen and I wasn’t ever going to let any boy with dirty hands touch me in such places. I get my clean clothes dirty. Ah, the innocent of youth. I’d had the birds and bees from mum and dad and various family friends but it was still just birds and bees. Sex was
what mummies and daddies did to make me and my sister.
One girl asked if anyone had seen a boys wily. I said I had. Not a brother or father but another boys wily she said. I said I’d seen the boy’s down the roads wily when we’d played in his garden in the pool. The girls then quizzed me on if he’d seen me. Of course I said there was nothing wrong with being naked. hey laughed and said that I wouldn’t these days referring to my early developments. Said there was nothing wrong with being seen naked. You’d not go naked outside anymore let alone let a boy se you naked. I protested I would there was nothing too it. Okay one of the girls said bet you wouldn’t run naked around the
tent. Well before she or anyone else could say anything else I got out of my sleeping bag stripped off my top and bottoms and went to open the tent. “God she’s naked” one said. ‘she’s not going to” ‘she wouldn’t”” but I would. It was the first time that I streaked.
Well the next day it was soon around the camp. One of the guide mistresses took me aside on the pretence of helping with some chores and tactfully enquired if I’d been forced. I assured her I had not. She explained that there was nothing wrong with nudity. That there was all sorts of nudity or altogether-ness has she called it. She muffled and mumbled her way around the birds and the bees and I sat her down and explained sex to her. I think she got a bit more than she bargain for. Why do adults always assume we kids no nothing about IT!
Towards the end of the week camping we always had a party. It was custom for the girls to do jobs for the mistresses for pay to fill their party coffers and be able to go and buy all the stuff we weren’t allowed the rest of the week. Well one of the other girls said she pay us a pound if I’d sure her my streak. Well it soon got around and offers where being made to fill our party coffers with various amounts for my action replay. I was egger to please since I was thinking of all the goodies we’d have. I said I was only going to do it for the girls that paid. Girls offered different amounts. In the end I agreed to do it and for everyone to watch. The girl who proposed the dare said that if I ran around just my tent they’d see nothing and they couldn’t get out to watch because this might draw attention to it my the leaders. It was
agreed that I’d run the length of the field down to the fence. All sorts of suggested had been made and I said I’d run around the whole field it just wasn’t a big deal to me.
Well the appointed hour came and I striped off. I poked my head out of the tent then pushed my naked body through. I could see all the heads peering out from the other tents. I took to my heels and ran down the hill to the fence. Being very small and not be much taller now it seemed a mile away. When I told my first boyfriend this story he would often ask me to point out objects in the distance to gauge how far. He and subsequent others have all estimated about just over a football field. I ran all the way to the fence but was no distance back when I had to stop for being out of breath. I had to slowly walk very naked back to my tent with about thirty girls all watching me. It was a thrill. Yet still I was very shy dressing and undressing in front of them for swimming or showers. I’m still the same. I’m not bothered by being nude but don’t go out of my way to be nude. But I do love a good streak!
It was a regular thing after that for me to streak. The first time that boy’s where present was when I was 16 and just started nursing. I’d had my first initiation and was being teased by a group of friends about what they had done to me. My friends from guides then laid in with tales of my streaking! Well soon the other present wanted proof of my daring nature. We where sat in the shelter at the local park. I agreed to run around it but the lads had to remain seated on the bench. I went with the girls to the rear of the shelter where they was a opposite sidebench. I stripped out of my clothes very nerves but excited. In my mind the boys weren’t going to she me naked or sexually I was just going to streak. The cheers I got as I ran by in a flash in front of them was just great.
He’s the story of my nursing initiations as told by dad with edits from me. This was never posted by dad, and i have since wrote up my adventures in detail above.
My eldest daughter entered nursing has a cadet at 16. It wasn’t long before she was introduced to the pranks played on new starters, “greenhorns” . The usual, things. Then came her initiation, first of a few. She was grabbed one evening by a group of third years as she was coming off duty. She was stripped completely naked and found herself dodging porters, visitors, and patients to make it back to the changing room unseen.
Well I was grabbed and taken to the lower bathroom of a nightingale ward. They stripped me completely naked and where intent on chucking me in a bath of freezing cold water. Well I don’t mind streaking but I do mind freezing. So without any thought I took to my heels. I was very fortunate on a number of accounts. Firstly, the ward was very quiet only
three patients I think. They had all turned in for the night and the main lights where off. He ward was lit by lights from other arts of the ward shining in. If it had been full and lights on I would have definitely been seen and there would have been hell to pay. Streaking was overlooked but not in front of patients or visitors. Once out of the ward I had to run down the corridor to the changing rooms. Just a head of me was two doctor’s back to me. Thank goodness they did not turn around. Just as I got to the charging room door two visitors and a porter round the corridor and I am fairly sure he got a glimpse of me but I’m not sure how much.
She moved from being a cadet to being a student nurse at 18. (After being caught and simply ducked). She realised that cadets who become students have it hard. The other cadets are after them, the third years hate them. She’d managed to keep three steps ahead of them for a good few weeks but eventually they caught up with her. They striped her naked
in the sluice of male surgical. Which was not the ward she was assigned too, but her mother was the sister. She had to call out and attract attention. It was her mother who came to her aid and provided her with something to wear.
Actually I’d been stripped on my own ward and they had took me to mum’s wrapped in a towel. It was a frightening experience being so vulnerable in the middle of the shift in the main corridor. The towel was a standard bath towel which barely concealed me.
She relaxed after this thinking everything was over. (It’s never over!) Until one day when I opened the bathroom door of one of the wards I managed to find a very, very naked wet female tied blindfolded to the heated towel rail. This is the pubic shave I can a test to. She was deeply embarrassed for weeks but eventually we could laugh about it.
(He could, I couldn’t!)
I knew they had something diabolical planned for me. This was because I had tricked a third year into a sluice to be set upon by a group of cadets. She’d been stripped and well scribbled with biro’s.
They grabbed me and said I was going over to medical. I knew immediately that dad was the acting nursing officer over there and his was going to be horrible. But first they where going to strip me which was very easy for six of them. Once naked they seemed to me all caring and give me back my uniform. Well going commando wasn’t nice but it was better than going through the hospital nude or in a towel. But they soon showed me why they had stripped everything else off me. The razor came out and my black bush parted company with my body. They now womanhandled me over to medical. If I protested or tried to make a dash for it one of them would grab my dress and try to pull it up. Once they nearly succeeded in front of a group of maintenance men. So I was careful not to cause to much
trouble. But being seen commando might have been better than what awaited me. I was stripped of my uniform and bound to the radiator. I was truly pleading for mercy. But they tied by hands very tight and then blindfolded me. Hey told me to spread my legs and that if they popped in to see them closed I’d find myself streak the male changing rooms. Well
I didn’t mind streak but not the male changing rooms. Next I knew some water was chucked over me and they left. The rest you know.
There was a few other instances before my blue dressing but these where dares or bet pay offs. Always a streak or a flash of some nature. I may chronicle them some day.
Her blue dressing was yet another stripping. This time on a bus. She then had to run down a street and around a roundabout back to the bus. At least she wasn’t alone her two best friends where blue dressed at the same time. I’ve seen the video and stills. I think my daughter may still have her copy.
Well I knew it was coming but it didn’t make it any easier. Despite liking to streak this was the must hair raising I’ve ever done to date. I think! I hate being stripped. I much prefer to undress myself. My boob tube and mini skirt was no problem to the gang. Since no bra with a boob tube and no panties because we where required to remove them before going out I was naked quickly at least. The driver got to see everything since the girls holding my arms made sure. Well at least my some what primp and proper friend was really showed off first. Full frontal and back. The next girl my friend Chloe who I will tell you some tales about some day was trust across the drivers knees.
Once off the bus we had to run and I mean run because taxis and buses where coming and going up both sides of the road. Horn’s piped and hooted. Guys cheered from wound down windows. Even the girls in the coaches and taxis cheered. I was clearly seen naked by at least twenty people. It was fantastically exhilarating and absolutely scary at the same time.
The full details of my initiations have already been posted above by me.
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