Nurse Ratched Costume Novels & Stories

The officer hesitated for a second, then nodded and led the grumbling driver toward the exit. Chase stepped closer, his eyes scanning Natasha from head to toe. She was pale, her hair was a mess, and she was wearing a hospital uniform that clearly didn't belong to her. The "serious captain" mask he usually wore started to slip, replaced by genuine confusion and a bit of alarm. "What the hell is this? Why are you dressed like a nurse, and why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?" Natasha finally let out a breath she seemed to have been holding for hours. She took a shaky step toward him, her hands trembling.

“How are you feeling today?” I groan. My mouth feels sticky and dry, and my lips feel painfully chapped. “I’m feeling…” The words die in my throat as I take in the nurse’s sudden change of appearance. I’m well used to the medical staff here wearing masks and gloves, but the nurse’s current attire is drastically different–she’s clad head-to-toe in a yellow plastic suit, with a clear helmet over her head and a take on her back. Beneath the helmet she’s wearing a mask, and I can see the sympathetic crinkle of her eyes.

The whole area was decorated with Christmas themed flowers, gold and ice sculptures. “Ah, you are here! We have only got half an hour to the guest arrive, so hurry and get changed!” Lucas said as Jacob and Jamie walked to the changing room. “For Christ’s sakes don’t forget your masks!” Lucas called. ========================================= “I don’t understand how Dom and Cassandra can work tonight for another Gang, but could not help me!” Nancy complained as she sat down at her allocated seat. She was wearing a tight-fitting silver sequinned dress with red shoes and a peacock mask.

She pushed her way in, unbuttoning her coat to reveal a white nurse's outfit underneath. Seeing her beautiful legs in black stockings, my desire surged instantly.

My friends and I had been laughing and screaming for twenty minutes straight, clutching each other’s arms as we stumbled through the maze of rooms themed around an abandoned asylum. I was dressed as a sexy nurse, a short white dress with red trim, thigh-high white stockings with little red crosses, garter belt holding them up, and a nurse cap pinned into my loose blonde waves. The costume was meant to be cute and flirty for Halloween night, but right now the thin fabric felt way too exposing as cold air brushed against my barely-covered ass every time we turned a corner.

“If you want to enter safely, wear this uniform. And don't forget to cover your face! Your face is so easy for people to recognize. With just one look, they'll know it was you who stabbed Mattheo.” Despite her anger, the woman didn't come up with any nonsense. A pair of male nurse's uniforms that were wrapped up brand new, I don't know where she got them from. Horrifyingly, even the size fit me perfectly. “What are you waiting for?” she snapped. “Gosh, this guy. Being with you can wrinkle my face fast!” She grabbed the uniform to forcefully put it on me.

There was a nurse’s outfit, a sailor outfit, a leopard outfit, and a bunny outfit, but he preferred a snow-white plush miniskirt with a beige push-up bra. Nathan’s eyes dimmed. “Do you know what you are wearing?” he asked. “I don’t know,” she replied.

I pulled on my costume, which consisted of a short, sleeveless pink leopard print dress, cat ears, and pink fishnets. "Oh my gosh!" Ellie giggled. "That's freaking fabulous!" I laughed. "Thanks!" I did my make-up next. I wore dark gray eyeshadow, heavy black eyeliner that flared out at the edges of my eyes, and eyeliner whiskers. Ellie studied me when I finished. "Wow… you look so different. You look… sexy." "Really!?" I beamed at her. "Fuckin' A!" "Do I look like a nurse?"

A loud crash of thunder came, and along with it came a sharp blow against a man's face. The attack was swift, and smooth. It came from nowhere. No! It came from an angry nurse with red eyes. The big devil was dressed very funny in a nurse gown, a pink wig and a pair of stiletto heels. He looked gentle and confusing. But he wasn't gentle. He had only dressed that way because he knew Cinderella would refuse his help if she knew he was Royalty. He had fangs, and claws. Sharp enough to tear out somebody's heart.

She’s already trapped when she helped me the first time. "I need this hospital’s nurse’s uniform," I demand, my tone brooking no argument. The doctor furrows her brow in suspicion. But when I present a stack of cash worth $10,000, her resolve crumbles. Immediately, she hands over a uniform, while taking the cash with a greedy glint in her eyes. I slip into a nearby restroom to change. I also put on a face mask to complete my disguise. My pulse thunders in my ears as I approach Hazel's room. Outside the door are imposing bodyguards. And inside, Marius and Hazel's father by the bedside.