Elizabeth

Besides normal sex that I enjoy very much and contributes 95% to my sex life I also enjoy role-plays. I especially like role-plays involving me being a sleep and viewed unknowingly. This little quirk comes from my days as a medical student and junior house doctor. I thought that George might allow my story here.

My name is Elizabeth I entered medical school in 1980. In my last year I was doing pre-surgery I was hoping to go on to train as a surgeon. Like many would-be surgeons I ended up a GP (Family Physician). My best friend Anne had been complaining for a few days about a pain in her side that would come and go. I had just scrubbed up to watch and assist by mainly not getting in the way when there was a rumbling going around. I just knew something was going on but not what until a staff nurse said.

“One of your colleagues as got a burst appendix”.

I immediately thought of Anne though quite why I should I did not know at that precise moment. Sure enough Anne was wheel in to anaesthesia in much pain. She was speedily put to sleep. The staff nurse said, “Poor cow she doesn’t know what she’s in for”. “I beg to differ I think she knows this procedure very well”, I said. Staff smiled and said, “Well we’ll see and make sure you learn from it”.

The normal procedure once the patient was sound a sleep was to strip them of the theatre gown under the trolley blanket then take them into the theatre. Staff just removed the trolley blanket then began to remove Anne’s gown. I did think to protest in was all done very fast. I then noticed that the two porters had remained and the male anaesthetist was well giving poor Anne then 24, blonde, 5ft 6 inches, 34c a very through visual examination.

“Now do you see why she’s a poor cow and if you have to have surgery go to another hospital” staff said.

I cottoned on alright poor Anne wasn’t a shy girl but well even I knew that the thought of a few male colleagues not having to fantasize anymore would drive me hysterical.

“Okay that’s your lot for now” staff said and covered Anne up. She was wheeled into theatre and Mr Selby was waiting to perform the operation. “Well this should be Mr McNuowts by rights but he isn’t here yet”. The operation went well and Mr McNuowts arrived just at the end. Mr Selby said for the drapes to be removed so that Mr McNuowts could se his handy work. Once more poor Anne was lying completely naked on the operating table. Various other staff now appeared to see the handy work supposedly. Not just the various male ODAs but female staff as well. Poor Anne’s breasts could easily be seen and as she woke open due to the anaesthetist lightening the gases she started to writhe which caused her legs to spread enough to cause one of the males to say, “I think you for got to stitch a bit doc” everyone groaned at the joke.

“Okay lets get her on the trolley” staff said. This had a good few enthusiastic helpers since it afforded them a closer look and because of the way it was done a glimpse of Anne’s bottom.
In writing this I perhaps make it soon as if Anne was laid there naked for minutes. In real time it was perhaps 30 seconds in the anaesthetics suite and a minute in the theatre. Normally one would not get to see anything unnecessarily.

The next day when Anne was up to visitors I went to se her. After all the expected chitchat Anne asked. “Did they all cop a good look then” I nodded a bit ashamed. “Thanks friend you could have stopped them”. That made me feels even worse. Anne with a smile said “I’ll return the favour some day”.


Five years later I was finishing my GP training and was about to be married to my husband. I’d order the wedding dress and made sure I had it months ahead. When I tried it on I noticed that it rubbed my back just where a mole was which I’d had since birth well very young. It was a bit of a problem and I’d got use to wearing just the right bra or dress to avoid it. It was no use it would have to go. I asked Anne now a qualified surgeon if she would do the honours. Sure thing I was booked in as a day patient.

This was before mole removal at your GPs was all the rage. So I found myself on a day surgery ward being wheeled down to have a quick anaesthetic and surgical removal.

All went well and I soon woke up back on the ward. Nurse checked on me. Everything was fine. The two porters that had taken me down would appear to take down further afternoon patients. They smiled at me wryly and I returned it. The anaesthetist who had check me over that morning popped in to see a patient who was a bit unwell and he had a very strange smirk on his face.

Anne eventually popped up to see that I was all right and discharge me. Has she finished her exam she learnt forward and whispered, “Payback”, I had to think what she meant then it dawned on me. I fell through the bed in horror but what could I say.

Anne would not give me the details that just made it worse because my own imagination ran away with me. It wasn’t until after the wedding one night when having drinks that she eventually told my husband, hers, and me.

I’d been wheeled into the anaesthetic suite knocked out and well stripped of everything. I just laid their out cold naked I couldn’t do anymore. Anne said my 32b breasts where very much admired by the sandman and the two porters. Not to mention an ODA or two. She said that she thought I’d trim for the occasion, which I hadn’t. Black if you must know. I was wheeled in still naked and placed on the operation table on my front thankfully. According to Anne this gave everyone a good view of what Rob my hubby recons is my best feature my bottom.

This is what started my little role-play kink.