Nurse Adams Awakes

Nurse Adams Awakes

A Short Story

By Maryanne Peters

It was when Dr Adams used a roofie (Rohypnol) to seduce Amy that the nursing staff knew that he had gone too far. That is rape. A report would have got him suspended. Proof would get him struck off and unable to practice medicine ever again.

But (and there is always a 'but") could we prove it? Would her report be believed? That is the power of Dr Adams. He is a charmer, and his word was so easily accepted. And he is such a good doctor -- For the sake of its reputation, Memorial Hospital management would not want to believe any complaint of sexual harassment against anybody, but least of all the handsome and charming Dr. Adams, their star trauma surgeon.

And good doctors are to be valued, even if they are bad people. He has saved lives and made other lives better. Is the world a better place without him doing what he does for patients? If only his behavior could be modified. If only he could be made into a better person.

One of us suggested a "Feminization Flash Mob" and the idea struck a chord. It was not until after to rape of Amy that we decided that we needed to do something, and this seemed somehow appropriate justice. All we had to do was to render him sense and then turning him into a woman, or at least a femininized version of himself. We are talking about a full body wax, attachments body-shaping forms, hair extensions, even an injection in the throat to make the voice high. It would be the kind of violence and degradation that a man might consider equivalent to rape -- payback.

But we decided not to use Rohynol like Dr Adams did to stupefy Amy -- we wanted him to know what was happening. We had access to an experimental drug - a benzodiazepine compound in a tiny remote controlled dispenser. Once inserted and triggered, the patient would appear to be conscious and in command but was really open to suggestion. The perfect location was for dispensing capsules to be inserted under the breast form stuck onto his chest, with a slow release HRT patches under the other. Another remote would allow a radio-controlled shock system incorporated into the latex groin strap that would be applied with the same surgical glue. The strap would force the testicles into the inguinal space and redirect the limp penis to allow our subject to urinate like a woman and to have an anus open to function in more ways than one.

Our thinking was not only to punish Dr Adams but to give him a taste of life as a pretty nurse, being leered at and badgered by the male doctors of Memorial Hospital.

It all came to pass quite easily in the end. We used a simple sedative in his coffee to start the procedure and then we all went to work. It had to be a team effort. If there were to be any issues we all needed to deny everything and be supported by the same lies from everybody else. But we were betting on Dr Adams not wishing to report anything given his own risks.

I suppose the first surprise was that "Nurse Adams" was surprisingly pretty. Those big brown eyes really belong on a woman, especially under a well plucked brow, and that chin somehow looks not very masculine at all when under plumped lips. Plus, I cannot help but say it, there is something about that drug-induced blank look that sickeningly attracts the wrong kind of man to a girl like Nurse Adams.

It meant that she had to be helped through the wards a little, and introduced to all the male doctors, and mellowed out with a little shot from those secret dispensers. It would only be a matter of time before it all ran out, and Dr. Adams would reappear and find the solvent needed to strip the feminine appliance from his now hairless body.

We were ready for that. We were a much tighter team now. We would tell our lies, including mention of Dr Adams stated cross-dressing fantasies -- another lie. He would understand that we were not to be messed with. He would understand that disclosing the whole thing could only get him into more trouble than we might be in.

But the second surprise was that Nurse Adams seemed comfortable in her new form. I suppose that some of us assumed that was just his way of getting back at us, as if pretending that we could not hurt him because he really didn't mind -- he could go along with it and make it a joke. But after a while doubts about that explanation started to grow as the days went by.

Then some saw Dr. Marsh pull Nurse Adams to one side and suggest that she accompany him to the secure radiology room for a private consultation. This was something that some of us had to put up with, as Dr Marsh was also a problem, although he lacked the charm of Dr Adams. But then Nurse Adams appeared a while later looking a little disheveled but very happy followed by a very satisfied Dr. Marsh.

Of course, Dr Adams is no longer a nurse, but to our surprise she is now, very firmly, one of us.

The End

© Maryanne Peters 2026