Nurse Ratched Costume Novels & Stories

Zaphrina had managed to embed her body into the piece of revolting black dress which was given to her by the butler--Neville--upon her arrival at the maiden's quarters. The uniform was an unpleasant baggy cotton material owning a white rounded lacy extension around the neck as the collar, It was of a despicable length; as it oddly fled a couple of meters below her knees and to crown the gruesome collection were the uneven pleats, thankfully hidden beneath a white apron worn over her waist.

He would need their help to enforce it. Behind him was Raven. She was dressed in a cotton dress with a leather corset. Her boots were laced up to her knees. She wore her hair down and wore several braids she had woven protection spells into. Raven listened to them. The talking was like listening to a crowd whispering loudly. She could hear their concerns and how some of them seemed frightened. She grew a little nervous but she believed in the possibility of everyone being equals.

I strip off my coat and dress, tossing them aside, my movements efficient and precise, and I pull on the scrubs. They fit well enough. A little loose in the shoulders, but they'll do. I tie my hair back into a tight bun, settle the mask over my face, and clip the ID badge to my chest. And just like that, I'm invisible. Just another nurse making her rounds. No one will look twice at me. I catch my reflection in the small mirror hanging on the wall, and for a moment, I almost don't recognize myself. But then I see it. The fire in my eyes. The determination.

I sat at our tiny, wobbling dining table, wearing nothing but a pair of old shorts and a white tank top that had seen better days. My hair was thrown up in a messy bun, but strands kept falling into my face, and I kept aggressively tucking them back. My phone screen glowed on the table. Kade: 'When are you coming? I'm going crazy in here.' Kade: 'Nurse Ratched just threatened to take my phone away.' Kade: 'I miss you, Chels.' My heart squeezed painfully. I missed him too. I wanted to go to the hospital. I wanted to crawl into that narrow bed and hide in the crook of his neck until the world stopped spinning.

She frog walked Angela from the room. "Nurse Harriet, if you could retrieve the syringe, please," the man in charge said. Another woman moved forward. Her graying hair was frizzy, her lips pursed, her gait stiff. The scowl on her face had me renaming her Nurse Hatchet. "I'm too old to be crouching down for syringes, Dr. Cunningham. But I'll get one of my girls to do it." Dr. Cunningham sighed. Nodded. "That's fine, Harriet. Assign someone now, please."

I mumbled out, defeated. “Good be at my room door after dressing into your uniform, he uttered while eyeing me up and down but not inappropriate. “Yes sir,” were the only words I could form before heading to the restroom to which is deprived of anyone in it thus making me grateful. The maiden’s uniform comprised of the typical knee-length black dress with a White apron and a nurse oxford shoes, hope that explains my use of the term typical. Closing My hair into a high ponytail I briskly Scan at my reflection making sure I looked appropriate as it is our number one priority as the workers of this household. Standing before the intimidating wooden door that led to Isaac’s room, I Briskly leave

Every time I glanced at it, my stomach flipped—half terror, half excitement. I grabbed my phone and texted him. Me: Where are you? Kane: Pulling through the gates now. Few seconds, baby. Miss me? I didn’t answer. Instead I ran to the bathroom, heart in my throat, and pulled out the contents of the bag. The sexy nurse outfit was ridiculous. White vinyl mini-dress with red crosses over the nipples (barely covering anything), a little red cap, thigh-high stockings, and a stethoscope that looked more like a sex toy than medical equipment. I stared at myself in the mirror—cheeks burning, thighs pressing together.

“Sir, She's stable. Malnourished, dehydrated…. But she will wake soon” Rochester didn't respond. He was too focused on the blur of memory suddenly sharpening in his mind. “She looks familiar”, The nurse added, cautiously. “Do you know her?” He didn't turn around. Instead, he reached into the drawer beside him and pulled out a small, worn out photograph. A girl, not more than thirteen years, with a sun bright smile and ribboned braids, stood beside a woman who looked exactly like the girl on the stretcher. “She disappeared when she was thirteen”, he murmured under his breath. “Sir?” The nurse asked.

Making me look around, I realized I was in the elderly patient ward, as I could see old folks all going about their business. I slowly looked up at the young woman, who, by her dress code, I recognized was a nurse. “Mr. Rogers?” She waved; she probably thought I had lost my mind. I mean, I looked crazy with the wet clothes and messed-up hair. I would understand if she sent me to a mental ward right now.

I and Racheal mirrored our expressions, confused. Why was he waiting? Just in time to voice my question the bitch had dragged her perfect ass out. Racheal did like she was chanting an incantation to cleanse the place of Loretta's’ bad energy. When she was satisfied and sure that she had rid the room of the negative energy she turned to me and smiled. She unboxed my dress and handed it over to me. The navy blue was cool in the hand. I quickly wiggled my body into the blue body-com dress. When I successfully wore the dress, after hours of struggle I smiled in victory.