Becky is mistaken as a mental patient

Becky stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor. The elevator doors shut, and momentarily Becky found herself alone with only her towel wrapped around her. In her mind, Becky ran playback on the multiple nude embarrassments she had already. Although she was still ****, it was good to have a break where she could breathe, alone in the elevator.

The moment of levity was limited, as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. On the other side, Becky found a stressed middle-aged nurse.

“There you are Mrs. Campbell!” The nurse let out a heavy sigh. “We have been looking for you everywhere!”

The nurse grabbed Becky’s arm and yanked her out of the elevator. With her other arm, Becky did her best to secure her towel but found this difficult as the nurse dragged her through the hospital.

“You know you can’t leave the Psych Ward Mrs. Campbell!” The nurse lectured, “that’s your home!”

“Uh- I think there has been some kind of mistake!” Becky stammered out.

“Mistake?” The nurse scoffed, “I don’t think so Mrs. Campbell.”

Medical staff and passerbys looked at Becky with shock and surprise as she did her best to maintain what little dignity she had left with her towel. With every step she was hurried to take, the bottom of her ass peaked out from under the towel more and more. As the nurse dragged Becky past the Medical Assistant Station, Becky spotted her window to escape.

“Excuse me!” Becky shouted out, “Theres been a mistake! I’m here to see my daughter! She’s in room 205!”

“Ignore her Rose!” The Nurse instructed the Medical Assistant. “You know how Mrs. Campbell is, always squirming!”

“I’m not Mrs. Campbell!” Becky shouted as she yanked her arm away from the nurse. In doing so, her towel became dislodged and pooled on the floor, leaving Becky’s nude body exposed to the Nurse and all of the Medical Assistants. Becky froze for a moment while one of the college aged Medical Assistants put her hand over her mouth to hide her laughter.

“We’re doing this today, Mrs. Campbell?” The Nurse said exacerbated.

Becky reached bent down and grabbed her towel to wrap around herself. She swore to herself, if her daughter wasn’t dead already, Becky was going to kill her.

“Look up ‘Mrs. Campbell’ in your system, and you will see that isn’t me.” Becky hissed, she had been humiliated enough today, and she wasn’t going to let this mockery continue.

The Nurse shook her head and rolled her eyes.

“Rose, pull up Mrs. Campbell’s chart.” The Nurse instructed.

The Medical Assistant typed away at her computer and pulled up the chart for a “Monica Campbell”.

“Monica Campbell.” Rose began, “Age 36. Height 5’6’’. Black hair, brown eyes. Patient displays signs of psychosis and illusions of grandeur. Often insists on being naked as they feel clothing makes their skin burn. In-Patient status in Psych Ward.”

The Nurse turned back to Becky with a smug smirk and raised eyebrows.

“Boy, that sure does sound like someone I know.” The Nurse mocked.

“Yes,” Becky stammered on her words, “those are my measurements or whatever. But that isn’t me! I’m here to see my daughter, Blake Moore who is in Room 205!”

“Mrs. Campbell, your daughter is the one who checked you into this hospital,” The Nurse said with a sad tone.

“Surely you have a photo of Mrs. Campbell!” Becky assumed, “Pull up that photo and you will see that we are two separate people!”

“There isn’t a photo.” Rose informed, “Whenever we try to take a photo of Mrs. Campbell she…”

Rose avoided eye contact with Becky and turned back to the Nurse.

“She would take off all of her clothes and start performing sexual acts on herself.” Rose continued. “So we just skipped the photo section.”

“This has to be some kind of sick joke!” Becky shouted.

“If you aren’t Mrs. Campbell, then why are you running around this hospital practically naked?” The Nurse questioned. “Only an insane person would do that!”

Becky didn’t have an answer for that one.

“I was panicked about my daughter. I still am!” Becky explained. “I’m in a hurry can you please-”

“Enough Mrs. Campbell.” The Nurse waved over two large security guards. “Please restrain her and bring her with me fellas!”

The two security guards grabbed Becky’s arms and lifted her into the air.

“Wait no!” Becky shouted, but it was too late. The towel fell to the ground and as Becky was lifted into the air, her naked body was being held up like a trophy. Her arms were held back by the security guards, preventing any cover she would be able to use to hide herself. The overhead florescent lights lit up her pale c-cup breasts as they bounced with every step the Security Guards did for her. Her dark bush, presented like a painting, was thrust forward as Becky was pushed through the halls of the hospital. Her towel left lying on the ground at the Medical Assistant station, the college kids already texting their friends about the “crazy naked lady” they dealt with today.

“My towel!” Becky shouted, growing more attention to her **** exposure.

“Don’t worry Mrs. Campbell. We know you hate clothes, and we aren’t going to attempt to put any on you!” The Nurse dismissed, “We have a lot of procedures to run you through today!”