11th Stripping by Katrina

11th Stripping: Announced Engagement

I was delighted when my husband eventually got round to popping the question and could not wait to get back to the ward to show the ring and tell them that we were going to be married.

I took some cakes in and a bottle of bubbly to just to mark the occasion and celebrate the moment with my workmates. The wedding was going to be in around six months but no date had been set but inevitably the conversation got round to the hen night and what we should do and where we could go.

A weekend away is usually out of the question as there is a ward to run so not everybody can go, so that was counted out, a pub crawl is what we do anyway but we might get dressed up, was another suggestion. The conversation turned to what we might dress up as, and various suggestion came forward and got racier and more adventurous as we went on. during this there were many taunts to me as to "what they were going to do me" and "did have the figure to carry it off". Of course I protested and told them that I did still have a figure and albeit was not volunteering to go round the pubs in a basque I would still fit into one.

Nurses in these situations are past masters at slowly changing the emphasis and meaning of any conversation to focus on the victim and get them to condemn themselves. Why did I fall into the trap? Why did I insist that I still had a figure? Surely I should have read the signs, I have led this conversations on others so many times but on this occasion I have almost given them the excuse for proof of my claims.

When they asked for proof or rather said they should check for themselves I could have kicked myself and tried to change the subject and refused to show them so they just ganged up on me. I was still in a chair when they started by holding my arms and lossening my shoes and zipper. They had been waiting for payback since all had been stripped organised by myself and they were not going to let this opportunity go to waste.

They were well trained and efficient and soon my uniform was over my head and they used this to keep my arms in control as I could feel them stand me up and peel off my tights and pants. I could feel the cooler air but still could see nothing through the uniform still over my head. Next I knew would be a single hand up my back to unclip my bra and the whole lot was pulled clear of my arms and I was now successfully stripped naked in under 90 seconds.

There were a few comments regarding my figure but my clothes were given back ( still some respect for my position albeit naked) I got dressed on my own and returned to the ward slightly shaken but still in charge, wondering what was in store for me on the hen night.