Nursing Department Hates Hazing - Part 4
I picked up the sneakers I'd left on the toilet lid. Black Nike sneakers. I couldn't believe I had to take these off too.
After removing the sneakers, I slipped into the women's nursing slippers Eunbi handed me. They were made of white leather with a slightly raised heel.
The heel looked to be about three centimeters high—much lower than the women's heels I'd worn last time, so that was a small relief.
The size fit perfectly once I slipped them on.
Last was the nurse's cap. I placed the small white fabric cap on my head and secured it with pins. With the white cap resting among my black hair, it looked surprisingly convincing.
I decided to put the shoes on outside the stall and opened the bathroom door.
Eunbi was waiting in front of the sink. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw me.
"Wow……"
While I'd been changing, she'd changed too. Her outfit was different now—a neat white shirt paired with ordinary black pants.
"What the—!"
My voice rose on its own.
"You said we'd both be wearing nurse uniforms……!"
"Ah, this is also a Seohan University Hospital nurse uniform."
Eunbi answered casually. The hospital logo was embroidered on the chest of her shirt.
"There are two designs for the women's nurse uniform—two. One-piece and shirt style. These days they say the shirt style is more common because of mobility."
"Then you should've given me that one and worn this yourself!"
Anger surged through me. Here I was, a guy, wearing this revealing one-piece that exposed my back and thighs, while the actual woman was dressed in a normal shirt and pants. How did that make any sense? Was there any situation more absurd than the world turning upside down like this?
Then a thought struck me.
Wait a second. Why didn't I just get a men's nurse uniform and pretend to be a male nurse? I'd heard there were plenty of male nurses these days. If I'd worn men's scrubs and posed as a male nurse, I could've walked around the hospital without any problem.
The idea had come too late because of the stereotype that nurses were always women.
But I quickly realized it wouldn't have mattered anyway. This woman had planned from the start to make me wear this sexy one-piece.
Even if I'd brought up men's uniforms, she would've come up with some excuse to force this ridiculous situation on me.
Jang Eunbi. What the hell was wrong with this girl?
Did she have some disgusting hobby of forcing men to cross-dress? Or did she get off on humiliating an upperclassman from another department who was seven years older than her?
I couldn't figure out her intentions at all, even though I'd clearly expressed that I didn't want to do this.
Whatever it was, she was just as abnormal as my little sister.
A genuinely pretty twenty-year-old college girl blackmails a senior she's just met over a handkerchief incident, forces him to cross-dress, cuffs him, spanks his ass, shoves a peniban into his hole, and now she's dressing him up in a sexy nurse uniform to sneak him into a hospital? This had gone way beyond a simple prank or hobby.
"Since you're shorter than me, Senior, you'll need the smaller size."
Eunbi said it matter-of-factly.
"Who said I wasn't manly enough to be short?"
"How tall are you……"
I asked through gritted teeth.
"166 centimeters."
"I'm taller than you!"
It was only a one-centimeter difference—167 versus 166. Technically, I was taller.
Though during my physical exam I'd measured 165, and I'd only reached 167 by standing on my tiptoes when I measured recently.
"Come on, that's basically the same. Why's a guy being so petty about something like that? Besides, you obviously look shorter than me, so stop lying."
Eunbi waved her hand dismissively.
"Putting that aside, this one-piece suits you better than it would me. Come here. I'll put the wig on you."
"The wig too……?"
I tried to protest, but Eunbi had already reached for my head. She lifted the nurse's cap slightly, removed the pins, and took it off. Then she pulled a wig from her bag.
It was a black women's wig, long enough to reach the middle of my back—neither too long nor too short.
Eunbi placed it on my head and adjusted the position. The mesh inside felt strange against my scalp.
"There. Now I'll tie it up for you."
Eunbi took out a pink ribbon from her bag. Her hands moved behind my head as she gathered the wig's hair and began tying it up high.
It was a ponytail style. The pink ribbon was tied in a bow shape on top of my head.
"Done!"
Eunbi stepped back with a satisfied expression.
I looked in the mirror.
Black hair cascaded down my back. The high ponytail tied with the pink ribbon swayed gently with every movement.
Through the open back of the nurse uniform, I could see bare skin, the pink bra hooks, and strands of hair. I didn't want to admit it, but there was a strange, seductive quality to it.
My face still looked androgynous without makeup—someone might not be sure if I was male or female—but from the neck down, I was a perfect female nurse.
Actually, I looked more like a female nurse than a real one.
The tight one-piece emphasized my waistline, and my legs in white stockings were visible beneath the short skirt.
I'd only just noticed this while looking in the mirror, and my ears were burning bright red.
"……"
I stood frozen in front of the mirror, at a loss for words, when Eunbi approached and turned me around by the shoulders.
"Now it's time for makeup."
She began taking cosmetics out of her pouch.
Just like last time, this girl was pretty good at makeup.
She evened out my skin tone with cushion foundation, neatly shaped my eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil, and applied a soft pink eyeshadow to my eyelids. She drew eyeliner with a slight wing at the corners, lifted my lashes with mascara, then added color to my cheeks with blush. Finally, she finished by patting coral-pink tint onto my lips.
"There, almost done. As a reward for doing well, I'll pat your butt for you. Hold onto the sink and stand like this. Make sure your butt is facing me nicely."
"Like…… this?"
Following Eunbi's instructions, I placed my hands on the sink, pushed my hips back, and lifted my butt slightly.
"Hahaha! Look at you wiggling your butt like a puppy trying to act cute…… Senior, the more I look at you, the cuter you get."
Smack!
"Kyaaah……!"
Contrary to her words about "patting," Eunbi's right palm struck my butt with tremendous force. It was lucky I was wearing the one-piece and panties—bare skin would've been agonizing.
"You call that patting?!"
"Aigoo, Senior, don't you have any pride as an older man? I told you to stick your butt out and you immediately thrust it right at me. You should be ashamed."
"Y-you're the one who told me to do it!"
"That's exactly my point. If I tell you to do something, you actually do it? At least try to resist a little. Though I do like obedient puppies like you, so it doesn't really matter if you follow my orders well."
Smack!
"Hiyaaang?!"
She hit my butt again with the same force. The flesh jiggled, and a sharp sting spread across it. My butt twitched reflexively.
"Stop hitting my butt already! I-I won't forgive you……"
"Oh my god, Senior. Aren't you just too adorable?"
Before Eunbi could hit me again, I quickly turned around and sat on the sink. It was an almost instinctive movement.
The warm sting on my butt met the cold surface of the sink, and it felt a little better.
That's when it happened.
Creak.
The bathroom door opened.
My heart dropped. I reflexively turned my head and saw a woman who looked to be in her fifties walking in. Our eyes met.
'……!'
My entire body froze.
My heart began pounding wildly. A massive wave of guilt crashed over me—the fact that, as a man, I'd entered the women's bathroom and made eye contact with another woman.
What if she finds out? What if she reports me as a pervert? What if the police come?
Eunbi was a woman, so she'd be fine, but I'd be finished.
I quickly got down from the sink and stood demurely in front of Eunbi again, hoping she'd at least partially hide my nurse-uniform-clad body.
But the woman only glanced at me briefly before walking into a stall without any suspicion.
Eunbi, who had been fixing my makeup, continued applying the tint as if nothing had happened. The woman had simply come to use the bathroom.
I was the only one who'd been startled.
After finishing her business, the woman left without even washing her hands. I wasn't sure if she lacked hygiene awareness or was in a hurry, but either way, I was relieved.
That relief didn't last long. Eunbi started gathering the clothes I'd thrown off, just like last time.
My black t-shirt, jeans, socks, sneakers—even my underwear. She stuffed all my belongings carelessly into her bag.
Was she using the same trick again? Last time she'd held my clothes hostage and made me go home cross-dressed.
Just as I was about to protest, Eunbi suddenly wrapped her arm around my waist.
"Eek!"
A chill ran down my spine. Through the thin fabric of the nurse uniform, I could feel Eunbi's soft touch, and through the open back, I felt her body heat directly.
Whether it felt good or strange, the suddenness made me flinch.
The creepy hand that had been stroking my waist gradually moved lower. She lifted my one-piece and grabbed my butt firmly.
It was an indescribably embarrassing and chilling touch.
She was gripping so hard that her fingertips slightly dug into the women's panties I was wearing, but she kept kneading as if she had no intention of stopping now.
"Ahh…… Stop……!"
"Why are you so ticklish?"
Eunbi giggled and removed her hand from my butt.
"Anyway, let's head up, Senior!"
"Hey…… Eunbi……"
I called her name with a trembling voice.
"Let's think about this again. This is really not okay!"
Going up to the crowded ward dressed like this was already a problem, but there was an even bigger issue.
If I got caught pretending to be a female nurse while cross-dressing as a man, my life would be over.
The hospital could press charges for impersonating a nurse and unauthorized entry. On top of that, wearing a sexy nurse uniform while cross-dressing would get me labeled a pervert for good measure.
I could already picture the news headline: "Man in his 20s infiltrates hospital cross-dressed in excessively lewd female nurse uniform."
But Eunbi pulled on the bra strap visible through the back of my dress and dragged me out of the bathroom. Before I could protest, she pulled me all the way to the elevator.
She pressed the button, and the doors opened immediately. She pushed me inside.
Ding.
The elevator doors closed. There was no going back now.
If the skirt had been a little longer it might've been okay, but the women's panties I was wearing were barely covered, making it feel like my dick would show at any moment.
The elevator began ascending.
From B2 to B1, then from B1 to the first floor. But it stopped with a ding on the first floor.
The doors opened.
About six people of various ages and genders rushed in.
A middle-aged man on crutches, a young mother pushing a stroller, a man who looked like an office worker in a suit, an elementary school student holding an old woman's hand, and a woman who appeared to be a nurse from another department.
The moment they boarded, they habitually scanned the elevator, and their gazes naturally turned to me.
Glance, glance.
They weren't staring openly, but they definitely looked me over—my body, my face.
Especially the middle-aged man on crutches glanced at my legs, and the suited man seemed to be looking at my silicone breasts.
This outfit really stood out.
Even I would've stared if I saw a nurse in this uniform standing in an elevator, twisting her body shyly while clinging to her colleague's arm.
The short skirt, the open back, and the ponytail tied with a pink ribbon—nothing about it looked like a normal nurse's outfit.
My face burned.
I lowered my head and pressed close behind Eunbi as if trying to hide.
Please let us reach the fourth floor quickly.
Second floor. Ding. Two people got off.
Third floor. Ding. One got off, two got on.
Fourth floor. Ding.
"Let's get off, Senior."
Eunbi took my hand and pulled me out of the elevator. I stepped out as if escaping.
The fourth-floor hallway smelled distinctly of hospital—cold and clean, a mix of disinfectant and alcohol. A directional sign was visible straight ahead.
[4F Gastroenterology / Gastroenterology]
71 Ward / 72 Ward
The sign showed ward numbers with arrows. Left for 71 Ward, right for 72 Ward. Since Na Eun-young was doing her practicum in 71 Ward, my feet naturally turned left.
Patient room doors lined both sides of the hallway at regular intervals, and the ceiling was lit by painfully bright fluorescent lights.
Hand sanitizer dispensers were installed at regular intervals along the walls, with posters above them reading "Thorough hand hygiene to prevent infection!"
The hospital's characteristic disinfectant smell lingered subtly in the air.
Here and there along the hallway, patients walked slowly while pulling IV stands. In front of the nurses' station, what looked like family members stood asking questions in low voices.
The ward was quiet, but not completely silent.
The sound of wheels rolling, call bells ringing in the distance, and occasional announcements formed a constant background noise.
The nurses' station was located in the center of the ward.
Inside the high counter shaped like a "ㄷ," several computer monitors were lined up. Two or three nurses were busy typing on keyboards or flipping through charts.
When the phone rang, they answered briefly with practiced movements before returning their attention to their screens.
On the wall behind the station hung a patient status board.
It listed room numbers, patient initials, assigned medical staff, precautions, and main treatments—all abbreviated. Names were all initialed, probably to protect privacy.
Next to it, central monitor screens displayed electrocardiograms and vital signs. The heart rate and oxygen saturation waveforms of patients requiring monitoring moved quietly. Most alarms were muted, ready to emit short, sharp warning beeps only when abnormal values were detected.
So this was the place where Na Eun-young had endured seven months of hazing.