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Chapter 8 by brambank brambank

What should Leanne do?

Stay with the doctor

Despite her uncertainty Leanne chose to remain in the doctor’s room. “Okay,” she declared, somewhat reluctantly. “What do you want me to do?”

The doctor’s disturbing grin widened even more and his eyes seemed to light up. “Excellent! I have just the patient in mind for you.” Leanne was already regretting her decision as she watched the unnerving medic walk over to a nearby closet. “But first I’ll need you to put these on.” He tossed her some clothes and stood back, watching with that almost crazed grin.

Leanne inspected the outfit. It appeared to be a nurse’s uniform, and not a professional one either. As she held it up to herself she saw it was quite short and wouldn’t hide much of her hot young body. There were also a pair or sexy dark stockings and black high heels.

“You can get changed over there,” the doctor told her, gesturing towards a curtain in the corner of the room. “Thank you, Abbie. I think I can take it from here. I’ll call you if I need anything else.” Leanne watched as the young woman nodded and silently made her exit, leaving her standing there holding the nurse outfit almost in disbelief. “Well?” queried Dr Seward. “I don’t have all day.”

Leanne groaned quietly and made her way over towards the curtain. As she pulled it across she stared at the clothes she’d be given before reluctantly beginning to strip and slide on the nurse’s uniform. It was even shorter than she realised, not to mention tight. She didn’t have the largest bosom in the world but she still struggled to close it around her chest, leaving an ample amount of cleavage on display. After sliding on the stockings and high heels Leanne pulled back the curtain and stepped forward.

“Wonderful!” exclaimed the doctor. “Now, you can place your clothes over there.” As the medic watched Leanne walk across the room, stumbling a little in her new heels, he thought of something. “You’re not still wearing your underwear, are you?” Leanne nodded silently. “You won’t be needing them. Take them off and leave them with your other things.” The young woman hesitated. “You do realise what you’ll be doing, don’t you? Take them off!”

The doctor was sterner this time and Leanne figured it was best to do as he instructed. Reaching under the short uniform she lowered her panties and allowed the to drop to her ankles. Next, turning her back to the doctor, she unbuttoned her top and lowered it over her shoulders before reaching back and unhooking her bra. With her breasts unprotected she quickly fastened the nurse uniform over her chest. Her cleavage looked even hotter without the bra and she was sure her nipples were showing through the thin material. The shortness of the uniform also felt greater without her underwear. The white dress barely reaching to the sexy dark stocking that came to her upper thigh.

With her clothes left in a pile to the side Leanne approached the doctor. “Follow me.” Dr Seward headed for the exit and, after pausing momentarily, the young woman obediently followed. Out in the corridor she felt even more exposed and tugged hopelessly on the short dress. The medic led her along the corridor until the reached another room.

According to the nameplate outside it belonged to a Mr. Bentley. Dr Seward opened the door and gestured for Leanne to enter. As she stepped inside she saw it was similar to Mr. Rodgers’. The same dull lighting and sparse furnishings.

The door was closed behind her and Leanne jumped in fright. After composing herself she stepped forward. “Um, h-hello, Mr. Bentley.” she called out. “I… I’m Leanne.” She heard movement and saw an elderly resident sitting calmly on the side of the bed. He smiled as she approached.

“Oh, hello, dear,” he replied warmly. “Are you here to help me?”

What should Leanne do?

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