I was finally free after a messy divorce and a string of bad jobs. My relocation to Chicago went a lot smoother than I had anticipated. As a registered nurse, I had a bit of a problem getting a job due to cutbacks but finally landed a great one at Rush on a med./surg. unit working days only. I was lonely though and my only friends were my fellow nurses on the floor, consequently I buried myself in my work. However, I was quite used to being alone being an orphan and without any family to speak of. My sex and dating life was pretty nil. I am short and skinny and most girls want tall muscular guys; my fellow nurses treated more as a sibling than a potential date. My ex-wife left me for another woman. Funny that I never pegged her for a lesbian but what the hey. I was free.

I joined Marcie and Karen for drinks after our shift at the local bar aptly named "The Recovery Room". Halloween was coming in 2 weeks and the appropriate decorations were up. The girls chattered about hunky doctors and who was dating who while I downed a few more beers. Somehow the conversation turned to nursing and I piped in that nurses should still wear classic white starched uniforms and caps so patients would know they were nurses. Marcie and Karen laughed. "Oh Yeah, easy for you to say since you don't have to wear them, you get to wear comfortable white scrubs, besides caps are so demeaning to nurses" The conversation became heated and Marcie dared me to dress up as a "classic nurse in a cap" for Halloween and work my shift in drag. If I could pass as a real girl nurse and kept "starched" all day without complaint they'd get a collection and pay me $1500. The beer answered for me with "Your on".

I really wanted to show them that I had guts and could stand up for what I said, plus the 1500 bucks would be useful in buying a CD for the car. I went to the uniform store and bought a long- sleeved classic style white uniform and a nice cap with a black RN stripe. I bought white pantyhose, a bra, a waist pinching hip and butt padded girdle and a bunch of other female paraphernalia. I told the shop-owners it was for Halloween and they would laugh. The initial outlay for the feminine accouterments would be easily compensated for by the prize. I knew that my short statue and skinny physique would also help me cash in on this masquerade. At home I practiced talking, walking and acting like my female compatriots. Ironically, I found myself enjoying this but blew it off as the excitement over the money to be won.

Halloween morning arrived before I knew it. I got up extra early and shaved off all of my body hair. I felt so smooth and sexy that I was taken aback for a minute. I then painted my toenails and my now nice long fingernails red. The padded girdle really gave me a nice feminine figure and the water balloons I used for breasts were quite impressive. I wore a full slip and white pantyhose. The starched white A-line uniform fit like a glove and as I buttoned it up I felt like this was how it should be but shook off this weird feeling. I slipped into 2-inch heeled wedgy nursing shoes and sat down to work on my face. I snapped on a pair of white disk earring to match my nursing dress and made up my face carefully. I plucked my eyebrows and did up my eyes with a pretty blue shadow and dark liner and mascara. I wore a reddish blush and deep red lipstick after I had carefully lined my lips making them appear very full. I slipped on a french-braided red head wig lent to me by Karen, pinned on my stiff nursing cap and examined myself in the mirror. I was astonished to see a gorgeous nurse looking back at me. I was more beautiful than any of the other nurses on the floor, even in the hospital and appeared like the heroine in some of those nurse fiction books popular with young girls. I pinned on my RN pins on my lapel with actual pride. Some White Linen sprayed liberally completed my preparation.

I walked back and forth in front of the mirror and practiced my feminine voice and deportment. "Oh Yes, Doctor" I would say with a flutter of eyelashes and toss of my head. It was almost kind of scary but I found myself strangely compelled by my transformation from Andy Hoffman RN, geek loser, into Candie Hoffman RN, beautiful idealized nurse. I grabbed a blue female nurses sweater, a purse and headed off to work around the block.

I felt a bit apprehensive as I made my way to work but no one acted out of the ordinary. A taxi-driver told me that I could take care of him anytime and laughed in a thick Italian accent. Ironically, I found that I enjoyed his glaring at my rather shapely legs if I do say so myself. At work I made my way to my floor and put a pink stethoscope around my neck before meeting my compatriots. They about dropped dead when they saw the gorgeous feminine me and the head nurse, Angela, who never cared for male nurses, developed an evil gleam in her eye. They read my female name on my Rush Memorial nameplate which I had made saying, Candy A Hoffman BSN RN. "So Candy" quipped Angela "It turns out we are over-staffed here and they need a "girl" on 4E, Post-op today. You'll do just fine" I almost dropped dead as no one knew me over there. The hospital had many wings and I'd be a stranger there. Before I could say anything she called the head nurse for 4E and said I was on my way. "I can't go there like this" I stammered. She said that if I didn't go right now that I'd be fired since there was a long line of applicants for a good floor job like mine so I gathered my purse and clipboard and set out for 4E.

On 4E the head nurse was very nice and commented on my sharp appearance as she too preferred nurses wore white dresses and caps. I was assigned a long hall of 25 patients and got to work on med. rounds and IV adjustments. Male patients would ogle me and want me to rub their backs. One lewd fellow asked me out for a date. "Sorry" I said in my sweet little voice, "I never date patients". The work was busy and I soon forgot that I was in drag and felt quite comfortable in my female role; it was getting to be fun and I played it to the hilt. I joined the other nurses on 4E for lunch and sat with my legs crossed like a lady. "Watch it, Candy" said Sally "Your driving the Med. Students nuts with those hot looks of yours" I just smiled but felt kind of giddy about being attractive to other males. I looked over at them and fantasized myself with them as a girl. I was not repulsed but fascinated by this apparent change of sexual orientation associated with my new nursing uniform. I flirted with them all the more.

Near the end of the shift one of my patients had an arrest and I called a code blue and began CPR. The code team arrived and was led by a tall handsome cardiology fellow named Dr. Stu Whitman. He revived the poor patient in no time with my help administering his ordered drugs. At the end of the code he introduced himself to me and asked me if I was new; all of the usual. He said he was impressed with my skills and liked my classic nurse look. I thanked him in a coy manner averting my eyes as much as possible. The shift soon ended and I went to collect my 1500 from the nurses on 9W, my old floor. They reluctantly coughed up the money. Angela quipped " Well you better get some more female clothing with your winnings as your being permanently assigned to 4E as Candy Hoffman. It seems a Doctor Whitman asked if you could be transferred there and although his request is a bit out of the ordinary, we thought we would honor it to improve nurse-physician relations if you know what I mean" They all laughed and all I could do was stammer that I can't. "Oh you can and will if you want a job since we already filled your old slot as sissy Andy the nurse-boy".

At home I cried and cried not even bothering to remove my uniform. Soon I fell asleep and had dreams of making love to the handsome Dr. Whitman as his woman, his nurse. Well, I continued my job as Candy the nurse and used the money to buy more uniforms as well as other feminine clothes. By the end of November, my male self was becoming a distant dream. Dr. Whitman was always polite and never asked me out though I suspect he wanted to and a part of me wanted him to. The beginning of December I cleaned out all of my male things and redecorated my apartment in a feminine manner with dolls and flowery things. I had procured a nice wardrobe and began to dress exclusively as a girl. There was no doubt, I liked it, those nurses had actually done me a favor. I loved being a young attractive woman and a competent registered nurse. My sexual dreams all were centered on men where I was their beautiful feminine mate. At first I was repulsed by this change in preference but it seemed the right one now. I was still unsure about how I would do with a real man, however and avoided any situations leading to this.

In Mid December, I was in the "Recovery Room" with the girls from 4E who did not know my secret and Dr. Whitman approached. Dr. Whitman asked if he could join me for dinner later and before I could answer in the negative, the girls said "she'd love to as all she does is talk about you". Both the doctor and I blushed but it was true, I did talk about him. "OK its a date" he said "I'll pick you up at eight" The nurses prodded me to give him my address which I did and then nervously left to get myself ready for my first date with a man. A man who happened to be a successful cardiologist, who stood 6 foot 4 inches tall and had rippling muscles which even showed through his white coat. God, I was giddy and excited but scared too as I was a man, hard and simple and he thought I was a beautiful young Angel of Mercy. What would he do when he found out. I told myself that honesty was the best policy but it could wait till after the date.

At home I got nice and smooth and decided to wear a buttery soft leather skirt with a belt and a white silk blouse. I now had professional body shapers and silicone breasts from a crossdresser outlet and my feminine appearance was even more complete. I wore another red wig with shoulder length hair although my own hair was getting longer and soon I'd wear that alone. I reapplied my makeup concentrating on my full red lips and slipped into 3 inch patent heels. Pearl earrings and a necklace completed the ensemble along with a generous dose of White Linen (a nurse favorite). Soon the buzzer rang and Dr. Whitman was at my door. He had roses, a whole dozen for me! I was getting the flutters. He wore a tailored Armani suit and Aramis cologne. He told me I looked beautiful and after I grabbed my purse we were off to a swanky restaurant for dinner and dancing. I was rather awkward dancing with a man but soon I got into the swing of it, basically, I melted in his arms. The evening soon whizzed by as if in a dream and he was escorting me home.

At the door, I turned my key in the lock and as I turned he put his arms around me and looked into my eyes as I simultaneously looked up. As our lips met I felt electricity in my body and my nipples tingled in ecstasy. We kissed deep and long mingling our tongues and I inhaled his rich masculine scent. The idea that I too was a man dressed in a leather mini in high heels kissing another man seemed unreal. "Come in" I said in a whisper and led him into the living room. We kissed more and my logical self got in control. I pushed him away and started to whimper and cry. "What is the matter?" he asked. "I am not what I seem to be" I whimpered. "I am a man." He sat back flabbergasted but after a minute smiled and said to sit with him on the couch. He said that he thought I was the most beautiful woman he had ever known and wanted me desperately. The idea that I was male just added some spice. "There is one thing that I'd like" he said "and what is that I asked". He told me he wanted his Angel of Mercy and I knew what to do.

I got up and went to my room, slipped out of my mini and everything and began again with white garters and stockings and 4 inch white heels. I slipped on my freshly starched white uniform with name pins and RN pin intact. I fixed my wig and makeup and put on the nursing cap. I strode out to meet my Doctor. He sighed and we embraced and kissed. I loved the feel of his body through my uniform. I undid his clothes and pants then I got to my knees and began to service his masculinity till he reached ecstasy while he held my head. He rubbed my breasts through the uniform and touched my cap saying how he always wanted a classic beautiful nurse to be his. We went to the bedroom where I let him lift my uniform and enter me from behind. We came together in ecstasy, his arms around me. We made love all night and when he slept in the morning I got out of bed carefully placing my nurses cap on my pillow next to him. Then I freshened myself up to prepare my doctor his breakfast.