Author: cc
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Summary: Worlds collide when jenny gets mistaken for Carrie, who is being treated with a kind of "aversion therapy" for her exhibitionism.
Jenny walked purposefully through the sparkling, well-lit corridors of University Hospital, wondering where the hell she was. With her husband out of town -- out of the country, actually -- for a month, she had plenty of free time, and had decided to visit her good friend Ashley, who was recovering nicely from that nasty fall in the park. Only the Medication must have affected Ashley strangely, because... well the LANGUAGE her good friend had used!
Her visit thus quickly concluded, Jenny meant to leave the mega-hospital, but she apparently got off on the wrong floor, then wandered off in search of a Ladies Room. Her need to Go was becoming rather pressing, but she hesitated to ask directions: the white-jacketed staff people walking urgently about the corridors seemed preoccupied with something else, calling to each other:
“They find her yet?”
“NO! Did you check the Janitor Closets?” Jenny scarcely heard, so intent was she on locating a Ladies’ Room.... AH, there it was at last! She stepped into the clean and shiny Rest Room and was about to enter a Cubicle when....
“P-Please, Miss..... Help?” Jenny looked about, startled, her need forgotten for a moment. There, peeking shyly out of one of the Stalls was a very embarrassed-looking Naked Woman!
“Please,” The blushing woman asked again, “Can you help me?” Jenny couldn’t help staring at the blushing woman, as blonde as she was and almost as well-built -- but definitely under-dressed! The young lady was trying to hold the stall door and cover her ample breasts and coy little pussy as best she could -- clearly a losing battle under the circumstances!
Remembering all the times SHE had been caught in unfortunate situations like this, her heart went out to the poor thing.
“Why you poor Dear,” She said sincerely, “Of course I’ll help you! What on Earth happened? Let me call someone--”
“Oh NO!” The other blonde gasped quickly, “Th-that is, I’d be just too embarrassed for anyone else to see me this way. You see, I was using the restroom here and t-trying to get a spot out of my dress and-and someone stole it! And left me here like this with nothing to wear!”
For a nanosecond, Jenny wondered how the woman could have lost ALL her clothes if she’d just been trying... still, she knew it COULD happen. And the blonde was still talking,
“If-if I could just b-borrow your coat. Oh, it would mean so much to me!”
“Of course, Dear.” Jenny immediately hung her purse inside the neighboring stall and removed her expensive trenchcoat. Underneath she wore a stylish blue dress with matching shoes, sensible white lingerie and brand new pantyhose, so she knew she’d be warm enough even without it, but....
But as the pretty young lady thankfully pulled the coat over her naked curves, both women saw that it still wasn’t covering much. The open collar showed off a lot of curvaceous Bosom, and the slits in the hem gave generous glimpses of her shapely legs as she moved. She looked at Jenny pitifully, somehow even more embarrassed.
“I-I know it’s a lot to ask, but-but if I could please just borrow your underwear.... just to be decently covered again.” Jenny’s heart just melted at the poor woman’s pleading eyes, as big and blue as her own.
“Of course, Dear,” She said quickly, “Just let me slip in here...” Inside the adjacent stall, Jenny unzipped her dress, slipped it over her head, and hung it on the door hook with her purse. Hurrying to help the unfortunate girl, she unsnapped her bra and draped it over the partition between the two stalls so the other woman could get it. Then she stepped out of her shoes and peeled off her pantyhose, hanging them carefully over the hook. Finally, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slid them off her legs, passing them over the partition to the grateful lady.
“Oh thank you! You have no idea how much this means...” But Jenny wasn’t listening. The cold floor on her bare feet reminded her of the Call of Nature that brought her here in the first place... and reminded her forcefully! Quickly, she sat down on the toilet, closed her eyes and relieved herself, a little embarrassed by the loud splashing to be heard over the sound of dressing in the next stall: the sounds of a zipper closing and shoes sliding across the floor....
WHAT!?
Jenny’s eyes flew open. In front of her, where her things had been hanging, was just an empty hook! She shot to her bare feet and looked about: Shoes gone. Pantyhose gone. Dress, too. Even her purse had been taken!
Suddenly she heard the shoes clattering across the floor. Jenny threw open the cubicle door just in time to see the once-nude blonde darting out of the Restroom-- in HER clothes! In a tizzy, Jenny raced after her.
“STOP THIEF!” She called, “Those are MINE! Gimme my clothes back! Oh Pleese, I-I’m NAKED!” Jenny stopped dead still in the middle of the crowded corridor as she suddenly realized her plight -- Nude in Public! Blushing furiously, she crossed one arm over her jiggling breasts and darted the other hand down over her blonde pussy. All around her, people were staring, eyes wide.... She felt her tummy flutter, her ears ring with embarrassment, and a chill run up her nude spine as a crowd of fully-dressed doctors and visitors seemed to fill the corridors all around her.
“Omigawd,” She thought, “It’s happened again! Someone’s taken all my clothes and left me out here Nude where everyone can see me! What’ll I do???” Then, to her relief, two white-jacketed attendants -- one male, one female -- rushed up, carrying what looked like clothing.
“Please! She cried, “Stop that woman! Get my clothes! Ge-umpphh!” Her words were stoppered by a ball gag pushed between her lips and secured behind her head with a rubber band. Her eyebrows shot up as she gurgled a Protest. Didn’t they understand? Couldn’t they see she was NAKED?
“Come along now, Carrie,” The Male attendant had her arms in a tight hold, twisted behind her. Jenny blushed furiously as she realized all her assets were now exposed to the gathering crowd. And there, in the back of the mob, waltzing cheerily away was the Thief in HER clothes! She screamed into the gag and struggled, the only result being a series of unintelligible burbles and a wild jiggling of her big, well-shaped breasts... which definitely met with the crowd’s approval!
“Now Carrie,” The female attendant was putting some kind of sleeves up Jenny’s arms and securing them at her shoulders. They were made of strong fishnet that trapped her arms without really covering anything, and when the nurse twisted Jenny’s wrists around her waist and secured the cuffs behind her back, it left her breasts flopping out atop her forcibly-crossed upper arms -- and her nether parts completely exposed as well!
“Pphhfflloottt!” She cried through the gag. “Tthwbbllghgh!”
“Well you got to put on quite a show for everyone Carrie,” The Male Nurse lifted gently but insistently on Jenny’s cuffed wrists, forcing her to march right into the crowd that (very slowly and reluctantly) parted to make way for them. Jenny felt the eyes of everyone in the hallway, all over her body. Some were clinically detached, some censorious, others just amused. As they passed through the hallways, she also felt an occasional HAND! stroking her thigh, caressing a breast... or pinching her bottom! And she realized not all the hands were Male!
“It was very naughty of you to sneak out of your room like that, now wasn’t it, Carrie?” The female attendant pushed Jenny gently forward with caressing fingers on her bare bottom.
“Mmmpfflloog?” Jenny said.
“But Dr. Linden says he can help you. Of course, you’ll have to be punished, but I’ll take care of that myself!” As they entered an elevator -- a very crowded one, Jenny turned to the dark-haired nurse and looked pleadingly into her sensuous green eyes.
“Mmppffleep!” She said.
Two Weeks Later
Portly, graying Dr. Linden ushered the chattering crowd of chattering young pre-med Students into the antiseptically white Lab. As they entered, silence fell over them, their eyes glued to the sight of the naked woman running on the treadmill -- which was mounted on a Platform so everyone could see her better. The expression on her pretty face was one of sheer disbelief. As if she just couldn’t accept that THIS was happening to HER! She saw the students watching her, and tried to run with her legs close together, one hand holding onto the treadmill while the other fanned indecisively between her breasts and her smooth-shaven pussy. Though she was obviously trying for some shred of modesty, the only effect was to accentuate her swishing bare bottom with each short, mincing step.
“This is the Case I was telling you about: C-11. Code name Carrie,” He lectured, “A perfect example of Behavior Modification.”
“This is the woman who was brought in three weeks ago?” A nerdy young man asked.
“The one with multiple personalities, paranoid delusions and-and uncontrollable Exhibitionist tendencies?” A beefy jock-type put in.
“That’s right,” Dr. Linden smiled proudly, “And a bit of a discipline problem as well. Only a week after being committed to our care, she escaped her quarters to go parading around naked through the halls.”
“Fascinating,” A mannish-looking girl in dark-rimmed glasses, her hair pulled back and cut stylishly short, eyed the curvaceous bouncing anatomy with unusual interest. “But why did you shave off all her hair?”
“That was necessary for hygienic purposes before we put her in the Isolation Tank.”
“Why was the I-Tank necessary?” a curvy young red-head in a too-tight sweater asked.
“When we re-captured Carrie,” The Doctor explained, “She had developed the extraordinary delusion that she was a young woman named Jenny-something. Her delusion was so detailed that she was able to give us address, social security number....”
“Uh- Doctor?” a young african-american with sharp, intelligent features asked, “How do you know-- I mean.. if she had all this information....?”
“I know where you’re going with that question,” The Doctor smiled indulgently, “And to humor the Patient, we actually checked the address she gave us. And there was in fact a Real Jenny-something-or-other living there. She told the investigators she had visited the Hospital the day Carrie escaped, and we surmised she must have drooped an ID card or something.”
`”But what about the I-tank?” The red-head insisted.
“When we told Carrie of our findings, she became almost violent, insisting that SHE was Jenny, and this woman at her home must be an escaped patient. As you know, we don’t use drugs here, so we restrained Carrie and placed her in the Isolation Tank -- after shaving her -- where she floated blindfolded in warm water while we played tapes to calm her down. After several hours, when she became more suggestible, we played additional tapes to instill very strong feelings of modesty, shyness -- pudency, even -- concerning her nudity. And you can see the result." Eyes went back up to the blushing, quivering, mincing, naked hairless woman on the treadmill.
“You mean she’s up there naked in front of everyone like that just to show off the success of your treatment?” The nerdy guy asked eagerly.
“Oh no,” Dr. Linden smiled again, “This is punishment. We thought we were making great strides with Carrie here, but she slipped back into that ‘Jenny’ persona -- albeit with strong feelings of modesty. At any rate, she began insisting that she was this Jenny person again, and said that one of the patients here -- a young lady recovering from a fall of some sort -- could identify her. The patient -- Ashley, I think her name was -- was just checking out, but we managed to get her in here to see Carrie.”
“What happened?”
“Well as I told the class earlier, since instilling the feelings of embarrassment in Carrie, we haven’t had to restrain her; just leaving her in her room with no clothing was quite enough. At any rate, when this Ashley person saw our patient, she seemed unduly amused -- I suppose the sight of a nude woman shaved smooth might strike some people that way. Or it may have been the head injury she was recovering from. At any rate, she was quite insistent that this couldn’t possibly be her friend Jenny.”
“But how could she be sure?” The african-american student asked, “I mean with her hair all gone, and in unfamiliar surroundings--”
“She was Quite Sure,” Dr. Linden said firmly. “But when we relayed this to Carrie, she became highly agitated once more, screaming that she was trapped naked here while someone else stole her clothes and was living in her house. She even accused Nurse Benning of -hem!- taking liberties with her! Well as you know, we simply don’t tolerate that sort of behavior from patients committed to our care, so we put Carrie on the Treadmill here. A few hours of this sort of thing will make her much more agreeable, I think.”
The students looked up at the obviously-humiliated, incredibly-shapely young lady parading helplessly in front of them and had to agree. As they filed out of the room, Nurse Benning, her green eyes flashing sensuously, stepped up beside the patient, her hands busily steadying her....
(Note to readers: Jenny was rescued when her husband returned from overseas a few weeks later.)