Angela strips

"Here," said Abigail. "Put your clothes in this bag. After I examine you. you'll be given a set of clothes with your ID number on them. From now on, you will be known as inmate 5769."

Angela took the bag, and set it on the exam table. "Why the number? And why inmate, and not patient?" she asked out of curiosity.

"Because that's the way we do things here," answered Abigail. Do you really want other, besides staff, to know who you are? It's part of our patient confidentiality agreement."

"Well, I guess not," she had to admit. It was better to keep as low profile as possible in a place like this. "It makes sense any way." She took off her coat, and laid it aside. Next she removed her Doc Martens, and sat them by her coat. Then she took off her black lace corset, followed by her white peasant top. Her black, frilly lace skirt came off next, leaving her standing there before Nurse Stanhope. "Am I allowed to keep my underwear?"

"No, everything off, dear" Abigail answered kindly. "Underwear will be provided for you."

Angela sighed as she took off her black lace bra. "I just hope it isn't granny panties." Then came her stockings and last she shimmied out of her black lace panties. She neatly folded everything, and put it all in the bag.

"Hand me the bag, and climb up on the table. Feet in the stirrups. I'll be right back once I've given these to your father. Then we can do our examination." she took the bag, and left the room. Angela had no choice now but to do as she was told, if she wanted clothes. She got up on the table, put her feet in the stirrups, and waited patiently for Abigail's return.