Elena Gilbert Nurse Costume Novels & Stories

Gerald’s outfits were already dirty because of the dirt that he got from the fight. He went back to his apartment to change into a different outfit. When he came out of his room, Elena was already waiting for him downstairs. She had bought medicine and band-Aids. The moment she saw him, she pulled him toward the wooden bench. Elena sat him down firmly, then set the medicine box on her lap and began treating his wounds. Pressing down where the blood is still welled. Gerald tried to keep still, but finally, he broke the silence.

“How much older?” “Just a little bit.” Realizing I was not going to give out much of his information, she decided to focus on finding me a dress. I ended up putting on a black dress. It was simple and short and I could only hope Damon didn’t find me slutty. To spice things up, as said by Priya, I put on a red coat as well as red heels and didn’t bother with much makeup. With some mascara, eyeliner, and red lipstick, I was ready to go.

Gerald grumbled with exaggeration as he wiped fake tears from the corner of his eyes. Elvie sighed, "Which part is more disturbing to you, the nurse dress or the non-booby nun dress?" Elvie poked at her lower lip. It was her fault, she thought, not dressing up her luxurious clothing in the closet would not attract attention. Boy, was she wrong. "I'm pretty sure about the part where you look like a killer nurse. Do you have a name?" Almera swiped her gaze along her body. "Wow, with that figure, you can be a model, you know."

Elena woke up very early the next day, she made some bacon and eggs for herself and Austin before going up to wash up. She wore a yellow peplum top, with a golden A- line on it neck, she could tell it expensive. She wore a black draped skirt. Looking at herself in the mirror, Elena tied her hair ponytail before applying a light makeup and pink lip gloss. She was feeling satisfied with her look, she wants to look professionally and that was what she was feeling.

Then she gave a short nod. “Fine.” Adrian reached into the security desk drawer and pulled out two white medical coats, tossing one to her. Elena caught it with one hand and looked at him flatly. “You want me to dress as one of them.” “I want us to get close enough to rip their operation apart from the inside.” “See, when you phrase it like that, it sounds almost romantic.” Adrian’s mouth almost moved. Almost. “Put the coat on.” Elena did. The coat was too large and smelled faintly of antiseptic, bleach, and the cold institutional air that had already started crawling under her skin. Adrian shrugged into the other one over his black shirt, concealing the gun at his back and the blood at his

Elena gathered her worn canvas satchel, slipped out of the side door, and hurried back to the cramped, cold servant quarters in the basement before the morning patrols changed shifts. By nine o'clock the next morning, the grand eastern laboratory was bathed in bright sunlight and thick with nervous tension. Elena stood silently in the far corner of the room, her head bowed low, her eyes fixed on the polished marble floor. She wore a plain, oversized grey Omega tunic, her posture intentionally submissive. In the center of the room stood Tanya, wearing a dazzling gown of crimson silk, looking every bit the high-society medical prodigy. The glass vial Elena had spent all night brewing was cradl

Elena sat in a chair, her face being painted into a mask of "radiant contentment." She was dressed in a soft, lavender silk dress—the color of dawn. It was loose enough to be elegant, but structured enough to project the image of a woman who was in total command of her destiny. "You look... perfect," Julian said, standing in the doorway. He was wearing a coordinating tie, a subtle visual cue of their unity. "I feel like a fraud," she whispered.

I licked my lips hungrily and mentally cursed once I realized I couldn’t be inside her. “Um, where did you get that from?” “What? My costume? I wore it for Halloween last year.” “You went out dressed like that?” “Yep!” she exclaimed proudly. My mouth watered at the sight of my woman dressed in a skimpy nurse costume that barely covered her ass and revealed a good bit of her cleavage. I wanted desperately to reach up and unzip the zipper that ran just beneath her bust. She wore red fishnet stockings with sky-high stilettos.

Elena asked politely. “Yes ma’am. You should also check on your father. I’m sure he’s having trouble figuring which shirt is appropriate for tonight.” Margret said with a wide grin. “I will.” Elena said laughing at Margaret jokes. She went into her room, had a quick shower and then, did her hair and makeup. She looked into the mirror and she immediately fell in love with who she saw. She saw a happy and peaceful woman, even her mirror could not say otherwise. She went through her wardrobe, brought out the dress she had preserved for tonight's occasion. A short, flayed, red satin gown that reveal some part of her back. Then, she took out a dark silver heels from her shoe line.

Unfortunately, she got tired easily and slept most of the time that Ellaine still had to carry her. On the other hand, Ellaine finally got to change to clean, decent clothes when they stopped by in front of a dress shop near the city gates. Majority of the clothes were cowboy outfits, but luckily for Ella4ine, one of the seamstresses had made a dress few days ago. She was quite happy with her new dress. Margarette even bought straw hats for the three of them excluding Finrod. On the contrary, the witch managed to have herself a roomy shoulder bag. She said it contains herbs, water, food, stones, and spell books that they sure would need.