12th Stripping by Katrina

12th Stripping: Last shift before Wedding

I knew something naughty would be in store for me on this shift. The Rota had been done so that there was plenty of cover and also meant that there was plenty people to help celebrate with me as nobody wanted to miss out on the fun.

The afternoon shift arrived in around 1.00pm that day earlier than usual and I was just scooped up onto a trolley and I knew I was going to be in trouble. My crowd have a great way of winding the victim up, they usually have a table in the changing room with a shaving tray, handcuffs, and tape or other toys so when you arrive you start to worry what's in store. On this day there was the usual table with a shaving tray, a veil, an "L" plate, and a tiarra so I had a pretty good idea which direction I would be going.

Instead of the usual laundry room I was wheeled along to the bathroom wher a latge bath had already been filled for me. This is usually for initiation baths which can be fully clothed, partly clothed, or just plain naked depending on the occasion and individual, so I assumed they would now undress me and dunk me but no. I was carried from the trolley and dunked in the bath fully clothed into the icy cold water. Nothing can prepare you no matter how many times it happens for the feeling of having all your clothes sticking to you in the bath.

I was then helped out of the bath wrapped in a couple of large towels and sat on the trolley, I though it was all over as they cheered and laughed but then I was pulled backwards down onto the trolley and wheeled out the door into the corridor.

Well sure enough I was wheeled into the laundry room, this is our traditional area for hi jinx as there is plenty of floor space and away from the ward. I was held down by many hands until as more of the staff could got away from the ward. There were even friends and ex colleagues from other wards there the room was packed.

There had been a discussion already about what to do as there seemed to be a definate plan going on, these girls were organised and I was very nervous. "Right Girls" was the signal to get the show started and My arms were pulled above my head and my feet were held firm to give everyone it seemed to me clear access to my uniform zipper and belt as they fought over who was going to help strip me. It does not seem to matter how many times a nurse is stripped an almighty cheers goes up when her uniform is taken from her. Perhaps I may have added to the situation by keeping with our tradition and was wearing black stockings and suspenders together with matching lacy bra and thong.

The noise was louder than usual and more people came into the room to see what was happening, although in my experience when you hear that roar from the laundry room it can only be for one reason, someone is being stripped.

Nevertheless they made short work stripping off all my underwear and throwing it to the back of the room, more cheering accompanied this and I was now held gently but firmly down on the trolley and awaited my fait. The shaving tray was produced and after a couple of minutes another cheer went up as the last few pubic hairs were removed and I now felt bare naked, damp and cold and somehow vunerable as I had no idea what was going to happen next.

Another cheers as the my main tormentors from the ward produced a plastic bag from the famous party plan company with shops now with assorted goodies for me.
They were not a present as I first suspected but they were now going to redress me and I had no choice but to go along with it. I was struggling thinking enough is enough but there were too many.

A couple of the girls from my ward towelled me dry and started to rub on talcum powder from the bag, they missed nowhere as I was rubbed everywhere. I was turned over to get my back dried and powdered as the noise grew in the room when they saw what was in the bag. I was being tickled and sombody had each foot and was tormenting me as I wriggled I was warned to stay still otherwise things would get worse for me.

As I lay there I began to realise what they were up to. They lifted me up and despite all attempts to stop them they got a pair of bright red split crotch panties onto me. Then to the great delight A pair of nipple clamps were attached gently thankfully, the ones with the chain attaching them together and a tidy matching bra so the clamps would not be hidden. I could see camers phones now appearing but they were not finished yet.

They had got bright red stockings and my legs were held very firm as I struggled to no avail but they got them on me together with a lacy suspender belt and they were fixed.

Make up was then produced as they sat me up and "dolled" me up brushed my damp hair and fixed the tiarra and veil on me. To finish it all off I had to put on long red gloves.

The L plate wes attached to the veil and I was ready. The problem now was how to get back to the changing room. They had thought of that as I was covered with a blanket and laid back on the trolley.

I should have guessed the next bit as we passed the changing room en route to another ward, "just to wish me good luck", I tried to get off the trolley but was kept there until the neighbouring ward. The blanket was removed for everyone to admire the handiwork, then I was taken to that ward's laundry room and strapped by the arms and legs to the trolley. "That will stop you escaping" as we went round every ward and department in the hospital.

I was wheeled around for more that 2 hours and left in the doctor's day room for them to rescue me. These young doctors certainly took their time inspecting ALL the work done in every detail, they just love a helpless nurse strapped to a trolley in provocative underwear,I still can't believe they HAD to check I have been shaved, however they eventually released me after I agreed to be examined and helped me out with a white coat to cover myself up.

My fiance had already been phoned and was waiting to collect me, appartantly he had been in on at least the big picture but did not no the detail but I could see was not disappointed. The girls had given him my clothes already and persuaded him ( not that it took much) to lock them in the boot. I have to say that he is lucky nothing happened to him, we did a clothes swap once with a girls leaving to be married but then she was not dressed like me she was stripped of her uniform and he was invited to watch, he left wearing her underwear and uniform and she was wearing his.

My white coat was uncermoniously taken from me in the car park next to the car as they all came out to say goodbye and I was driven home in my new clothes.
They would round to collect me in two hours but I could swap the clamps for a the short red dress in the bag, I knew better than to disobey.