Lucy W

THESE MAY BE REPOSTS OTHER THAN BY THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR. GEORGE ADDED.

I love this site but have never posted my own story. All the stories about George's family and the other tales have brought my initiations back.

I come from a country village so had to travel to Bristol to do my training and for the first year we had to stay in the Nursing Home. The tricks and pranks that were played onto us were only the same ones that were played on the third years when they arrived, but I think that as each year goes by a little more gets added. That was certainly the case when it was our turn to introduce the "fun" parts to nursing to the new girls.

As soon as we arrived the new students were encouraged to become friends, easy we were all in the same boat, away from home, left boyfriends at home, a little homesick, and looking forward to all the challenges of nursing. Inevitably word got round of what was to happen to us once we got to our first wards. I think this is as bad as the actual event, we were told by "friendly" third years what was likely to happen, but don't worry it probably won't happen etc. Stories were discussed by us about cold clothed baths, sent for various joke errands, uniform removals to check sizes (which were not returned), and a whole set of strippings, shaving, and enemas which we put down to wind ups.
Someone had to be first on a ward and one of our group called Marsha started on an early shift others would be on a late shift and myself and a couple of others started the first week with our days off.

Marsha started terrified and reported for duty, she was welcomed to the ward and throughout the whole morning was wound up about what was going to happen to her at 3.O'clock. As the shift finished some other nurses gathered around the ward and as the shift finished she was grabbed by a group and carried towards the large room with the ward bath.
She was given a choice of going into the bath with her uniform on or off. She was so concerned about all the stories that she chose to be dunked with her uniform on. The water was freezing and the clothes were sticking to her but that seemed to be it, her initiation was over all she had to do was walk back dripping wet to the changing room and get changed.

When she came back with wet hair and told us all it did not seem so bad after all, so we started to stop worrying....big mistake.

The two girls from the late shift were not so lucky, they were not given a choice the uniform were removed and they were dunked in the water in their underwear and had to get back to the changing rooms like that. They were also told that the ceremonies would get progressively worse for the students until the last one was done.
I was going on a late shift when i started so I would be the worse, I was worried about this (rightly so). When I started everyone knew I was the last of the group which also meant that I would be witnessed by other students, the taunts during my shift were merciless I was told I was to taken to the sister hospital for them to deal with me and I would have to make my own way back. Thank goodness that was not the case but this is what happened to me.

It seemed to me that the late shift initiations were slightly more serious since there were less public around and by this time a couple of girls had to get back to the changing rooms with minimal clothing.

The usual crowd was gathering towards the end of the shift and the time came when I was grabbed. They lifted me onto a trolley and held me there as my uniform was stripped off me and handed to the ward sister. I was wheeled to the other end of the hospital where everyone had gone, they finished at 6.00.

During the journey my tights were rolled down and removed, my bra was unhooked and removed, and my panties were taken. It was impossible to see who was doing what the cheering and all the faces were there but I could not sit up to see what was happening or even where I was.

We eventually reached the bath area and the water was just switched on as I arrived so we had to wait until it filled. This made my dilemma worse as I was held down naked in a strange room with some people I had just met and some total strangers male and female. I was clearly the last student and already was by far the worst treated. I thought I would just have to wait until the bath filled and then get it over with and hopefully my student colleagues would come to my rescue. No chance, all ny student colleagues were asked to come up to me at the end of the trolley and one by one they were asked if they had been given training on pubic shaving yet. They all answered NO and a small tray was produced. I had already guessed the next bit, I struggled as hard as I could but many hands held me absolutely still as my "friends" had little choice but to shave me completely bald. I know now that they had no choice as I was going to be shaved anyway but anyone refusing would be joining me so I sort of understood eventually!

By this time the bath was full and I was dunked in it, it was the coldest water I have ever experienced and I let out an almighty scream but I was allowed to get out almost immediately. I had to stand while everyone clapped and cheered and started to leave the room.

All the student left and I was left with the nurses from my ward who told me to stay for a further three minutes after everyone had left then make my way back to the changing room. I tried to explain I had no idea where I was and no clue how to get back but I was rather sarcastically told that was the point!

It took me fifteen minutes to get back during which time I saw no nurses but every hospital porter on duty "met" me and gave me the wrong way to keep me there longer.

All these people became close and loyal friends over the years. We did sometimes talk about our experiences but since we all had similar things happen to us we soon stopped discussing them until it was our turn to spectators or administer.