TPF (Part 2) by Susan

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Just back from shopping. My next TPF was in the changing rooms. I’d arranged to meet up with friends from the hostel to go out night clubbing. I was coming to the end of my second year doing a allocation on theatre. We’d had a very hard and long day. Just about everything that could go wrong with the list had.

I’d wisely as I thought brought my glad-rags in with me. I quickly stripped wrapped a towel around myself and disappeared into the shower room. The shower rooms of which there where three where very long. A door at one end which opened into a tiled area. Their was then a tiled raised step, then another tiled area, then a curtain behind which was the shower head. The idea being I think that the area between the curtain and step was for drying in. I hung my towel up and got on with my shower. I felt a draft about halfway through and wondered where it came from. When my shower was over I pulled back the curtain to find my towel gone. The door was fitted with a safety device to stop people being locked in if they fell ill. This device could be used to gain entry even when the door was bolt locked by inserting a 50p piece. I had no option but to open the door walk out into the narrow corridor then walk up to the changing area. I tried my best to cover my dripping wet body. I was greeted by my friends off the other half of the intake who where doing paediatrics.

I had to run around the central seating area and flash my lot to get my locker key back which had been left in my lock when I went for my shower.

I should put in here I think that I’d been stripped in the changing rooms prior to this incident by the girls that I caught trying to strip the other nurses. I’d come in on them trying to strip the older nurse and went to assist as I thought they turned on me and I soon realised that three on to one is very uneven. Once I was naked they lifted me off the floor spread my legs and ‘bumped me in’. Apparently this is a New York gang custom. Not sure if they strip their victims first.

My third was during the Pie man game. Having lost three in a row and not being the first to loose a game that week I expected something different. Well everyone smiled and in unison said TPF. I had to go down to the smaller bottom bathroom strip everything off. I mean everything, watch, hair pins the lot. I had been allowed to cover but that still didn’t stop me shaking in fear and excitement. Being totally naked on a ward when patients or other none ward staff could see you was very scary. I had to walk out of the bathroom up to the nurses station then luckily turn back rather than walking up the main part of the ward. But had to walk back past the bathroom to the doors joining our ward to the ward next door before turning again to go back to the bathroom. Before entering I had to give a quick flash.

Next time was as a staff nurse on a medical ward. This was truly by accident. I’d been looking after a disturbed patient all week. They had a mental health problem but also had a serious lung problem which we where treating. He went ballistic on this occasion and I end up with well soiled uniform. I went to change and it had penetrated to my underwear so they had to come off as well. I’d sent a student for my spare uniform since I was the only qualified on duty and could not leave the ward. I told another student the predicament and said for her to phone down to the laundry so they could tell the other student as she passed to bring up at least my spare panties.

I stood there in the dressing room waiting for the student to appear. Eventually a head comes around the corner and says that my gear is in the bathroom along with a towel etc. Very funny I said. I knew that I had no choice really and I can’t blame the little buggers for taking advantage of the situation. Two of them lived in at the hostel and where to be later sorry for this action. I had to peer out of the room carefully since it was visiting time and then dash diagonally across the corridor about 10 feet to the bathroom on the other said. Half way there the place erupted with cheers from staff from various other wards.

The last time I did it was as a dare. One day on duty we got talking about pranks etc. It came out about my TPFs and toppies and not before long I was challenged to prove it, then prove I still had the bottle. Firstly I did the standard toppy. But was then egged on and did the TPF.