Lend Me Your House
I still stared at the underwear and nurse uniform in disbelief.
But Oh Ha-na simply laughed, clearly enjoying herself.
"You're going to wear it anyway. Hurry up and put it on. We can't start until you do, you know?"
She was dead serious.
I let out a deep sigh and stripped off everything I was wearing. After showing her far more embarrassing sights than my naked body, standing nude in front of her no longer felt quite so humiliating.
Oh Ha-na quickly snatched up my discarded clothes and stuffed them carelessly into her locker.
First, I picked up the panties. An unfamiliar texture brushed against my fingertips, and a strange sense of rejection washed over me as I pulled them on.
Next came the bra. I fumbled with the unfamiliar hooks, but managed to reach behind my back and fasten it. The pressure of the bra cupping my chest made it feel as though my body was being gradually taken over by Oh Ha-na.
Then the stockings. The thin, soft fabric slid down my fingertips. I carefully slipped them over my toes and slowly drew them up my calves and thighs. The way the stockings clung tightly to my legs felt awkward.
After that, the nurse uniform. I pulled it on carefully over my head, adjusted it at the waist, and forced my body inside. The moment the thin, tight dress wrapped around me, an even more suffocating sensation flooded in.
Finally, the nurse cap. Once I placed it on my head and secured it, the reflection in the mirror no longer looked like a doctor at all—it looked like a hospital nurse.
I gazed at my own reflection and felt an overwhelming wave of shame and confusion.
"How is it? It suits you perfectly."
Oh Ha-na smiled brightly, clearly satisfied, as she looked at me.
I still stared at the underwear and nurse uniform in disbelief. Wearing the nurse uniform made me feel as though I had become the very Oh Ha-na I always saw at the hospital. The outfit carried her strong scent, and for a moment it felt as if every trace of Kim Jun-young the man had vanished from my body.
But then Oh Ha-na flashed a playful smile and hung something around my neck.
Click.
It was my doctor ID. The badge hanging from my neck displayed my photo along with the bold, clear lettering: "Anal Surgery – Kim Jun-young."
No matter how pretty Oh Ha-na's nurse uniform looked on me, this ID around my neck revealed my true identity.
I continued staring at my reflection while glancing sideways at Oh Ha-na's smile.
"This way, no one will get confused about who you are, right?"
Oh Ha-na laughed lightly, as if she were just playing a prank, but to me that smile was nothing short of infuriating. I quietly bit my lip, feeling completely trapped in her game.
She then pulled out a small makeup pouch and lightly applied makeup to my face. With the subtle foundation and eyeliner added, not even a trace of Kim Jun-young remained. Finally, she put a white mask on me, sprayed me with the perfume she usually wore, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Perfect. Doctor, your punishment for today is to spend the whole day as a nurse."
I was speechless.
"Punishment…?"
"Yep. You looked down on nurses, didn't you? So today you're going to experience it properly."
I couldn't even open my mouth in disbelief. Oh Ha-na was already walking toward the door, clearly delighted.
"Let's go, Doctor. Time to work at the hospital."
I had no choice but to step out of the changing room. In that moment, I became acutely aware that I was no longer Kim Jun-young, the anal surgeon—I was now just a nurse.
I was led by Oh Ha-na down the hospital corridor. The white mini-dress nurse uniform, flesh-colored stockings, nurse cap, and even the slippers nurses wore—everything was a perfect nurse's outfit. But the problem was that the person wearing it was a man.
My employee ID still clearly read "Anal Surgery – Kim Jun-young," and that single card was the only thing proving my identity. I was a male doctor. Yet right now, inside the hospital, I was being dragged around dressed like a nurse.
The one saving grace was that it was evening, nearly closing time, so there weren't many people around. Still, I spotted familiar nurses here and there and tried my best to keep my head down and avoid eye contact.
Please, don't let anyone recognize me…
I prayed silently while gripping Oh Ha-na's hand tightly. She walked naturally, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, while I clung to her like a child depending on a guardian.
"Doctor, you're holding my hand so tightly. Are you scared?"
Oh Ha-na teased with a playful laugh and gave my hand a little shake. I couldn't say a word. Afraid the nurses ahead might recognize me, I kept my mouth shut and simply matched her steps.
The more I did, the more vividly I felt the texture of the nurse uniform. Instead of the white coat and shirt I should have been wearing, soft fabric now clung to my body. The hem of the skirt brushed against my thighs with every step. The nurse slippers felt different from high heels, but they were still uncomfortable enough.
I covered my ID with my hand and flipped it around so the back faced out. I wanted to hide it as much as possible, terrified someone might glance at it and think, "Kim Jun-young? Why is he dressed as a nurse?"
And the more ashamed I felt, the more someone enjoyed it.
"Doctor, why are you following me like a scared little mouse? Yesterday you were acting so high and mighty."
Oh Ha-na laughed and glanced down at my face. I said nothing. The humiliation of a male doctor wandering the hospital dressed as a female nurse was far more degrading than being forced to cross-dress at home. At home, at least the threat to my pride as a man was confined to my own room. But here? This was the hospital where I worked, where I spent time with my colleagues. In this place, I was now dressed like a female nurse and being led around by Oh Ha-na. To an outsider it might just look like one nurse escorting another, but to me it was a nightmare.
I felt my fingertips going numb. I took a long breath and wished for the moment to pass as quickly as possible.
Oh Ha-na began working as naturally as if she had always been a nurse. I followed her into the ward. She checked charts with practiced movements, monitored patients' conditions, and tidied up with brisk efficiency. She had always been skilled at her job, but now she seemed even more professional. It was exactly the Oh Ha-na I usually saw at the hospital.
The problem, however, was the person trailing after her—me.
"Isn't this way too obvious…?"
I wanted to escape as soon as possible, but dressed in the white mini-dress nurse uniform, stockings, and nurse cap, I looked like a perfect nurse myself.
Just then, a familiar voice called out from the corridor.
"Ha-na~!"
I flinched and turned my head. One of the twin nurses was approaching, calling out to Oh Ha-na. Oh Ha-na turned and answered naturally, "Oh? What's up?"
"Can you come over for a second? I need a little help."
Oh Ha-na glanced at me once and whispered, "Wait here for a bit."
I panicked and tried to grab her, but she was already walking quickly toward the twin nurse.
"Wait…!"
I hesitated, unsure whether to follow. The twin nurses didn't seem to pay me any attention. What if they looked at me? What if they recognized me?
I froze in place. If I followed and they examined my face closely, I might be exposed immediately. In the end, I decided to stay and wait.
I gently pushed open a patient room door and stood quietly against the wall inside. I tried to shrink as far into the corner as possible.
That was when it happened.
"Nurse unnie!"
I was startled, my eyes widening. A little girl in the room was smiling brightly at me and waving her hand.
"…What?"
For a moment, my mind went blank. The child looked at me with sparkling eyes full of expectation. Was she… talking to me?
I bit my lip and turned my head away. But there were no other nurses in the room. The girl had definitely called me "Nurse unnie."
Flustered, I stood frozen, unable to say a word. I didn't know what to say or how to react. I tried to back away and escape the situation, but the girl innocently grabbed my hand.
"Nurse unnie, please check on my dad!"
I looked down at the girl in surprise. She clutched my wrist with her small hand and began pulling me inside.
"Um, wait a second…"
But the girl paid no attention to my hesitation and led me toward the bed. Thanks to the short dress, I barely managed to keep my balance as I followed her to the bedside.
A middle-aged man lay on the bed. Though his face was gaunt, his eyes were clear. He looked at me and smiled gently, without a hint of suspicion.
"Ah, nurse. Perfect timing."
I was too flustered to speak. The man continued naturally, as if he hadn't noticed my expression at all.
"The IV bag is almost empty. Could you change it for me?"
I felt my breath catch in my throat. What should I do?
"…"
I opened and closed my mouth, unsure what to say, and finally nodded quietly. What now…? I had no choice but to pretend to be a real nurse.