Well in telling Robin about the leaving do I realised that I hadn’t ever written up my Navy Dressing (Dress In) which reminded me of the last two incidents I could tell you about at the hospital. I was one of the last
newly qualified sisters to be navy dressed since after mine and my friends, health and safety issued the big ‘though shall not” and the nurses” residents which where a central part of fun and games where disposed of, which ended the real camaraderie. So these days it is very, very rare that anything gets done in hospital, it all happens normally on the way home in buses, on holidays, and in nurses own homes.
So please forgive me if this post seems a bit flash back confusing because I wrote it as I remembered things from the conversation and what was going on at the time.
I finished work pleased to be due two days off before needing to be back. It was last Sunday the 28th December 2008 for readers reading this in years to come. Kate had asked me over for tea but I had declined saying I preferred just to get home. A nurse off Kate’s unit had appeared just at the end of shift with a present that had been left for Kate. So since I have to pass Kate’s to get home, well I do if I go a
particular way, I thought I’d drop it in.
I arrived at Kate’s and as is the custom went up the side path to the back door. The front door is always locked and only used for tradesmen. The back door opens into a entry hall with a utility room to the left.
It was the coal house and toilet before the house was modernised. A door to the right leads into the kitchen. The burglar alarm has a chime feature so as you open the back door it chimes in the lounge/dinner which runs the full length of the house after the kitchen.
The light in the entry hall was off which was unusual but not unknown. I just figured that no one was expected so it had not been put on. I could see in the light cast around by street lights and other houses the outline of the door and felt for the handle. The light from the lounge/dinner lit the kitchen well enough to see. I called out but no answer came immediately so I walked through the kitchen into the lounge/dinner. As I turned into the dinner and walked at an angle through the opening between the kitchen and dinning area I noticed two
things. Two piles of women’s clothes underwear on top.
{Mine, (Kate) where black and plain. Liz’s where purple thong and half cup bra which Rob had brought her for Christmas}.
I called out again and heard the sounds of feet on the stairs and Kate appeared. She was completely naked. “I thought you weren’t coming”” she said. “I wasn’t but I was asked to drop this off” I said holding out the
present. Kate stepped into the room and took the present and walking past me put it on the dinning room table. I just smiled. “Its not what you think” We are just playing cards. Why don’t you join us”. {I am
still a little hesitant around my sister when Robin is around. I just wanted to get on with what the plan was. If Sandra wasn’t going to stay. I wanted her gone. So naked I showed her to the back door. Putting the
entry hall light on as she opened the back door. Not thinking that this might give my neighbours a show. The cold night air making my naked body wince}. I said I wasn’t in the mood and agreed to meet for lunch the
next day.
I was pleased when I arrived for lunch the next day that both Kate and Liz where both dressed. We all sat in the lounge having leftover sandwiches and bits and pieces. Rob said that he’d spend the last weekend of their stay helping me update the website and sorting out posts etc. He had also got some software to try to undo dads delete on the Mac. He said that he’d texted Jacob and Ian our video and they had sent their “way to goes”. He said that he’d looked on the website and seen my post and wanted to know when I had done it. This led to asking about the leaving do and the following conversation.
My very close friend from the hospital had decided to leave nursing. Her and her partner where starting a small business in a different part of the country. They’d been planning this for years and the sudden economic
downturn had not put them off when at long last everything was in place to go for it. Conversations where had between all the staff who had trained, worked and been promoted together. My friend was one of the key pranksters amongst us and it was her who usually in the past had come up with the suggestions for initiations, pranks, or just general good fun. Everyone was agreed that something had to be done but what, where, when?
Over the next few weeks various ideas where put forward from simple old favourites to rather complicated elaborate revenge scenarios. My friend, let us call her Doreen, asked if we’d planned anything for her leaving. I said that we’d planned the buffet party in the unit common room and a night out at the ub/restaurant that we all used. Doreen said that she new that much what she was asking was, “Have you got anything diabolic planned. There as been too many whispers and interrupted conversations”. I said that they had been talk and that no one could come up with a idea, time, and place so she was safe. She smiled and said, “If this was the old days I’d make sure I had clean undies on, a few spare pair in the locker with a towel or two, and have plenty of talc”. The talc was a reference to pubic shaves. Trying to dress after one is awful if you don’t have some talc. We laughed and I reminded her of our navy dress ins and she blushed. “Yes, I did not think about it coming back on me when I had the idea for Lucy’s” Doreen said.
Lucy and I had been promoted at the same time but because of shift patens and unit requirements she had started on ward three weeks earlier than me. On her first day she arrived in the changing rooms somewhat
apprehensive expecting some fun and games. Well we let her think nothing was going to happen by just getting on with getting changed out of civilians into uniform. She had gotten as far is being in underwear, and
tights when Doreen snatched her navy dress off the bench. “Oh come on its clean don’t play catch with it” Lucy said. Doreen looked then smiled and gave her the dress back signalling to us to truly forget doing
anything. Lucy put the uniform on and began to leave. The rest of us now equally dressed for work began to leave the changing rooms.
Doreen was at the door first and turned back barring the door. A group of students who where immediately behind her looked around quickly thinking that they where the targets. “Would you like to strip a sister” Doreen said. They all beamed. Lucy started to back away. Quite where she thought she was going to escape to I don’t know. “Full strip girls” Doreen said and with that they turned to face poor Lucy. By this time
the qualified staff and other students had closed in behind her and she knew the game was up.
The students grabbed her and before they could send her crashing to the ground which is what I expected next Doreen shouted out for them to mind they didn’t get the dress dirty. This was code for a standing strip. Two students held her by her wrists, pulling her arms out straight to the side and turned her arms against her so she could not struggle. Another student nurse pulled her uniform zip down whilst another two went for
her shoes. One of these then shoved her hands up Lucy’s dress whilst another unclipped her bra. Whilst the bra removal was being co-ordinated between three students so that it could be removed from under the dress the other student had no difficulty in removing the tights and the panties. Soon Lucy stood there in just her dress, unzipped, her belt, hat and ruffs also had disappeared. She’d spent must of the time begging
for mercy saying she was going to be late for the night shift hand over.
Doreen smiled and said not to worry she had phoned sister and explained why Lucy would be late. As she was doing this there was a knock at the changing room door and Doreen answered it. It was a porter with a bag. Lucy squealed at the thought of a porter being allowed in. Well his toes where, he certainly would have seen Lucy stood there bare legs, tights and panties with bra in a heap on the floor. It wouldn’t have taken much imagination to figure out what had happened and Lucy’s actual state of dress. Doreen opened the bag. “How thoughtful of sister, she as included the talc”.
Lucy just went berserk, well as berserk as she could being held like that, her eyes where wide open trying as if she could imagining herself elsewhere. I knew well that feeling of panic. Doreen smiled and decided
to torment Lucy. “You can let her go, this was just a warning as to what will follow, sometime today”. With that the students released her and she gathered up her things and went to the nearest point on the benches
to start to dress. This meant her briefly having to remove the dress completely to put back on the bra. She stood naked and replaced the bra her brown pubes well trimmed on show. She dressed to the point of
putting back on the dress and said, “You are all going to be late for change over”. We’d all hung around since Doreen hadn’t given the signal to say we where done. A few people had drifted off.
Lucy began to put on the uniform dress over her head which was not the normal way we did it but I would have to admit to doing it that way a few times myself. This blindfolded Lucy briefly and this gave Doreen
time to act. In one well practised motion she grabbed Lucy’s tights and panties and sent them crashing to the floor. As she did this she give the command, ‘code Blue”, well Lucy was hoisted off the ground by myself
and two colleagues and sent crashing to the floor on her back. Under control so she didn’t hurt herself. The uniform dress was now tangledaround her head and aided our pining of her down.
‘Say good by to your bush sister” and with that Doreen took out an electric razor. Now we had just been issued these by health and safety. “I don’t believe these things will work but lets see” Doreen said. With
that she set to work on Lucy’s bush with the students helping to pull legs apart. The electric razor was not as efficient at removal like a good old fashion razor so it took some time and left tuffs. You couldn’t get
them close into the labia as well we found out later.
Poor Lucy she was so uncomfortable all day long. At lunch break sheswore revenge on everyone of us and said if she could bare theembarrassment she’d write a letter to health and safety banning the electric razors on the grounds that they where not conducive to good nursing practises. We all laughed.
You can see now why I was somewhat concerned about my first day as a sister. The normal navy dress in was that on your last day as a staff you where stripped from your blue dress and dressed into a navy one. Normally a old navy one so that you could be dunked into a bath of freezing cold water or if really unlucky baked beans, custard and other leftovers. The health and safety had banned baths due to dangers of slipping and worries about law suits. Hence the action on Lucy being taken in the changing rooms.
I arrived for my late shift and was able to get changed and get on ward without any problems. After we’d settle everyone down for the night and where waiting for night staff to appear the students brought in a cake
to celebrate. How nice of them. Has the student approached one of the other nurses stuck a foot out and the nurse went flying the cake deliberately being pushed into my dress. I stood up and looked down.
“You clumsy student nurse” staff said with very much mock indignation. Before I could really say anything intelligible staff and SEN had gotten hold of my arms in the side lock position. I felt the hand of the SEN on
my zip, “Oh we better get you cleaned up” she was saying. The zip started down and she said to the students and auxiliary “You better check to see if its gone through”. Well that was green light for my dress to be pulled up to my belt. I was wearing black lacy panties and black self-supports. "Very sexy sister” the student said.
The auxiliary went for my belt and I was now struggling and saying that there was no need for this. “Nonsense sister let us help you out of your dirty uniform can’t have you meeting night sister as if you’ve been in a bun fight”. My ruffs had been pulled down my arms and off, and now that the belt was gone it was simply a matter of nanoseconds before my dress was off and I was stood there in bra, panties, and tockings. They had a very good look and considered whether there was any stains on my bra or panties. I was saved I thought by night sister and staff arriving.
Well I had to give the hand over in just my underwear. Since there wasn’t time to go to the changing rooms for a spare. At the end of the change over all I had to cover myself was a cape. We still kept a cape
on the ward for dashing out in bad weather. So this is all I had to make my way to the changing rooms in. I had a good few wolf whistles from porters and doctors alike. I was able to dress into civilian clothes and
make my way home unaccosted.
Next day I arrive for a late start and nothing happened so I figured they’d had their fun. At evening break Doreen who wasn’t on duty the day before sits with me and asks if I’m still brave enough to wear self-supports. I blushed and said that I had reverted to tights. I handed over to night sister who complimented me on keeping my dress clean today. When she had come onto the ward before my staff had gone off she called the student nurse into the office and asked her to deliver a brown paper carrier bag to Doreen.
I entered the changing rooms to darkness. Someone had put out the lights. Being subterranean it had no windows so no natural light so was pitch black. The light from the corridor cast enough light to see the
light switch but you had to move fast before the door swung shut and you couldn’t see it and missed it and end up groping around for hours. Occasionally someone would put the lights out when people where changing. Often porters or male nurses would dash in and do it.
I made it and put the lights on and everything seemed in order. I changed and went to leave and thought I’d be clever and put the lights out myself. Well unless you wanted to be left in total darkness you had
to pull open the door wide and then stretch out your arms then leave go the door and hit the switch and catch the door before it closed past the point at which you could stop it and squeeze out. I managed this and
began my walk to the rear doors feeling very safe and not expecting anything to happen now. Just as I approached the closed canteen I heard a noise behind me and looked around, nothing, then I heard a shoe squeak on the polished floor and before I could turn my stomach sank as thecanteen door burst open and light and noise flooded the corridor. Doreen was leading the group and a group of others came around from the changing rooms. They’d hidden in the male changing rooms.
I was caught and dragged into the canteen. Major alarm bells sounded straight away. Four tables had been put together and a note had been hand written and stuck to the side. ‘Stripping Table' then in small
writing, “For Divorced Sisters Only” I had just that week been officially divorced from my control freak husband. Next to it was a little table with the ominous brown paper bag on it. I wasn't sure what
torture it was capable of inflicting. Next over was a table with a nicely folded navy dress with white collars. A pair of black self-supports, a suspender-belt, and high heels, alarmingly there was a bra and a pair of panties and a little sister all smiles.
I was hoisted onto the tables and the girls made short work of my coat. My shoes had gone as well and my skirt had been lifted up for a undercarriage check. The t-shirt top had been pulled up and was over my
head but still on my pinned down arms. My bra now on show for a few instants of a second before it was pulled clear of my breasts to followthe t-shirt. I was to busy trying to fight to appreciated what others where doing. My tights where grabbed with my panties and they where pulled down. Trying to push my bottom into the tables did no good. I was eventually minus my upper clothing and shortly there after my panties
and tights where removed. The skirt was left but pushed up over its waist belt revealing everything.
I now struggled to see what others had been doing. Kate was closest to me. “Well sis, its your pubes or home in the nude” she said. Well I like streaking but not nearly 10 miles. I remember a certain alley way. Kate expertly removed my pubic hair using the old method and nicely talced me afterwards. I was still be held effectively naked as the students began to collect the dress and other clothes. Lucy and Doreen removed my skirt leaving me truly naked. The students then dressed me. First the black stockings, then the suspender-belt, then the bra, then the navy dress, then the ruffs, then the hat, and finally the belt. The panties
where then shoved in my dress pocket. I was released and a cake was presented. This time not all down my front.
{I had inadvertently missed a bit in writing up this episode. Here it is}.
{Not being allowed to go home in uniform. More health and safety rules I went to change in the changing rooms. Well Kate accompanied me along with Lucy and Doreen. I remembered as I opened the doors about the lights. I stepped in expecting the others to old the door but instead they pulled it closed so I was in pitch blackness. I could hear them laughing outside. "Come on its not funny” I said and they opened the door after some teasing. I went to my locker to put my spare sisters dress away and wondered why I hadn’t noticed it was there earlier. I looked at my friends and sister and it was obvious that they where waiting for the obvious. I took out my panties and went to put them on. Kate shook her head. I undid my hat and put it away, then removed my ruffs and belt. I then unzipped my dress and cast it off so that they could see my bare bum and once more feast on my bare pubes. Kate then gave me my outdoor clothes back to dress. Note the panties went in my
coat pocket.}
It was a couple of days after my talk with Doreen that I was with Lucy and some other senior colleague friends. I told them that Doreen was expecting something diabolical and we’d reminisced. They all said if
they could think how to deliver something diabolical they would. "There hasn’t been a pubic shaving in here since that student nurse we all hated” one friend said. Lucy said, “I think the last was Doreen’s Navy
Dressing”. ‘She was pubically shaved” a younger member of staff said. “Yes, she invented a new navy dress in and it backed fired on her after mine and Sandra’s” Lucy said. The young members of staff now looked at
me and Lucy, and I had to explain reminiscing. I ended by saying that Doreen’s wasn’t the last one the SEN over on psychiatry was the last”. “When was that Kate” asked. “When she was a pupil” I said. “Oh I thought
you meant she’d been done whilst being on psychiatry” we all laughed. “What year would that have been” a friend asked. We all began to try to work it out and figured on 1988/89. 20 years ago.
“ I have an idea” Lucy said and proceeded to explain!
The last week arrived for my friend Doreen. She’d been deliberately given the wind-up treatment as part of Lucy’s plan. Brown paper bags with her name on where left on her desk, in her locker, or on seats at
meetings. Colleagues would whisper to her in passing.
We decided that it would be unfair to do her on the last day so we’d picked her last late shift to be the most appropriate strike time. There had been some changes in the hospital since 1988 and these needed to be
taken into account. The main one being the security patrols. I had the job of having a quiet word with security. Well one of the female ones. She arranged for her to be assigned a particular shift and patrol.
Doreen leaves the ward and walks down the long corridor to the female changing rooms. Normally the handovers walk down together but this evening they have all scarpered without her. She figures that this can
mean only one thing DANGER! She gets even with the female changing rooms and the male changing room door burst open. She’s took completely by surprise for the second time in her life and before she can react other than to jump she is grabbed by us all and pulled screaming, and I mean screaming into the male changing rooms fearing that they would be males
present.
We give the students the honours and they had her naked in no time at all. Uniform dresses are easier to get off these days without belts, hats and ruffs. Her bra slip was a bit unexpected but posed little problems. Her panties and tights went next. The students had been hesitant to do this but we had assured them it would be okay. For a group who only got to practise on patients and not resisting nurses they did very well. Doreen was mortified that the students off her ward where getting to see her in the altogether but we figured it would be okay since she only had to put up with two shifts with them.
Once naked she was stood up and manhandled out of the male changing rooms down the corridor, around the corner and into the canteen. {This is a journey of about 100 foot. She was completely on show front and
back and people made the most of it}. This was why we had to knobble security because although they where not permitted to check down to the changing rooms they did check the canteen after it closed. We pulled her into the canteen and she noticed straight away the table. The tables had been changed since 1988, they where now smaller square ones rather than rectangles. So we need to put a few more together and they weren’t as stable as the old ones. Even so she was soon up on the table and she knew from the sign what came next. “Free Pubic Shaves for Leavers”.
I came forward with a newly purchased razor, brush, and soap. We don’t shave these days except in exceptional circumstances. She begged and I showed her no mercy. Once she was naked we presented her with a cake and made sure she sat there all naked whilst she ate. The last bit of her diabolical treatment was that she had to run back to the female changing rooms to get dressed. Her bra and panties where left pinned to the notice board in the male changing rooms.
The next day she said, “I never did get you and Lucy back for my navy dress in did I” I smiled. “Well now I have another reason to get youboth back”. Later that day we where all at lunch and the third year nurse who’d helped in the stripping asked Doreen 'was it true that when they did that to you, when you where a sister, that it was male nurses who stripped you and shaved you'. Doreen looked at me and said, "That makes three reason for getting my own back”.
Robin obviously enjoyed the tales. He said that it help now that he had the video of the changing rooms. He could visualise the place better. He asked if anything had changed. We said that it hadn’t except for the paint and the lockers had been changed from metal to wood some years ago.
We sat quietly for a bit then I said. ‘so what was this game of cards you where playing last night” Kate and Liz blushed a bit. I wasn’t sure why. Robin had a big beaming smile. Kate stood up and then without a
word lifted up her skirt to show that something had been removed after I had seen her. Liz now still sitting hitched her skirt up to confirm that she two was shaved. “Oh.” I said. Realising as well that they had been
sitting there all afternoon knickerless.
Robin then whispered in my ear. ‘they then had to do your favourite thing”. I looked puzzled for a fraction of a second and said ‘streaking! Where”. ‘shit” Kate said and Robin just clapped. No more was said and we
talked about life in general.
It slowly became dark and Liz drew the curtains and put the side lights on. The room was now lit like it was when I arrived last night. Kate looked at Robin and he seemed to not notice deliberately. Some time went
by and in another conversation lull Liz looked curiously at Robin. I checked my watch and said that I’d have to be going. Now Robin beamed and nodded. Kate stood and reached behind her back and began to unbutton her skirt, Liz likewise stood and started to unbutton hers. It was obvious that this had been pre-arranged. The skirts where dropped and both stood in self-supports and heels. As from earlier I knew they where commando. Now they reached for the hem of their tops and pulled them off over their heads revealing as I had noticed their braless states. Now in effect naked. They walked towards the back door. In the entry hall Robin stopped them and turned on the light. Both looked very nervous ‘Completely naked ladies” Robin said and they both stepped out of their shoes and slowly rolled down their stockings. Kate opened the back door and stepped out into the night Liz remained behind. Kate was gone for about 30 seconds then came scampering back. Just enough time to go to the bottom of her garden and return. Liz then went next. Thought thatwould be that but no they then went both together.
It was obvious that this was what they had done last night. Once theywhere back, shivering a bit I was laughing and goggling with Robin. Itell you what happen next later!
Only joking. Well I soon found myself naked. Lying on the bathroom floor and then found myself extra naked. Well that was the rule for Christmas
streakers must be naked!
{Here is the better ending}.
They both stood shivering in the hall way and I was just giggling away hand over mouth. I wrapped my arms around Kate and said. ‘that was so funny, brilliant and stupid. What if the neighbours saw” I said. She just laughed and said try doing it in day light and realised she said to much. Liz gasped a bit and looked truly embarrassed. I gave Liz a peckon the cheek. “You are leading your mum astray” I said. “Not me. It’s
her” Liz said.
Robin had been just standing there looking at the two still naked women. He smiled as my eyes met his. ‘strip Sandra your going streaking” Robin said. I coughed and laughed at his bravado and Liz slapped him Kate just giggled. ‘the look on your face sis” she said.
Robin just stared at me and I felt safe but very uneasy. He really couldcharm a woman from her clothes. ‘Strip. You no you want to” Robin said.It fell quiet and all eyes where on me. I looked around and peered over their shoulders out of the window in the door. “Okay but I’m not stripping here” I said. We went through into the room and I stood in thecentre. I wished I had stripped there now my nerves had kicked in. I
slipped out of my shoes and reached behind me for my skirt button and zip and undid them letting the skirt fall and guiding it down stepped out and folded it placing it on the floor. Next my top came off. I stood
now bra on show and thong on show under my tights. The tights where next and then I reached for the bra and finally the panties. They’d all seen me naked many times but I still felt hesitant and covered up a bit.
“Right let’s have you upstairs” Robin said. I looked puzzled. “Oh aunty, your pubes are going to after come off too” Liz said and Kate and Robin just burst out laughing at the way see said it as if I was a silly aunty
for not realising where this was going. I was led off up stairs to the large bathroom and laid out on my back. Robin stood at the door looking straight up my body and I felt something stirring and breathed it down
to remain in control. Kate prepared the equipment and washed my pubes then lathered me using the brush. Thiis always tickles me so I began to flinch and laugh. Once I was well lathered Kate offered Liz the razor
but she declined and Kate expertly removed every last hair. Once this had been done I washed myself down with Robin still watching and dried.
“Right lets get this streak done.” I said.
We made our way back to the entry hall Liz and Kate still naked. Now I was as naked as them. Robin opened the back door and the night cold air came in and bit into my bits and pieces. “It’s oldest to youngest, then together in pairs and three’s” Robin said. Kate groaned and Liz just said “Pig.” Then to me understand aunty”. “Okay I know I go first but where to exactly.” I said. "The old clothes line pole” Kate said. I
figured I would be going to the end of the lawn on the new path not all the way down to the back garden as we called it which was still untamed.
It was cold but surprisingly light. It did take some adjusting and I had to watch my step being shoeless. I was also carefully looking at the windows with lights on and thankfully closed curtains for signs of watchers. I was covering my breasts and pubes as best I could. I was sure if anyone looked even the neighbours over the fence at either side they wouldn’t be able to tell unless the security lights they had came on. Kate’s had stopped working sometime before.
I made it, back it seeming to take much longer than it took the other two. Then Kate went again followed by Liz. Liz give me a kiss on return saying, “You and mum are the best”. Next Kate and I had to go together.
Then Myself and Liz. Then Liz and Kate. By now I was getting quite chilled. So I was grateful when the three of us all went together. Once back inside we just burst out laughing. We’d been so serious throughout
the streaks. We showed each other our nakedness with twirls then dressed. Robin insisting that I refrained from underwear. I sat and had another cup of tea and a biscuit then made my way home in just skirt top and
shoes leaving the rest behind.
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