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Nurse Jones: The List part 16
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From: [email protected] (Michael Raymond Feely)
Subject: REPOST: The List 16
Date: 25 Nov 91 09:43:58 GMT
Lines: 213
Archive-Name: nj.list.16
Reply-To: [email protected]
>From Nurse Jones,
Starting off with a note from the present.
In case you were in suspense from reading my last post
(which was written while I was still lurking), and even if you
weren't, I think my pubic hair's going to grow back. I can't mix
drinks for Clarence Thomas yet, but I'm almost sure I'm on the
road to complete recovery. Whew.
That probably isn't the report you were looking for first
thing this morning, but I've been looking for it for some time
now. It's been a gradual recovery, and it's still little more
than peach fuzz, but I think the verdict is definite.
Which reminds me, I found the wax. I'm trying to decide if
this is a cruel thing to do to Jay. We're like two ships passing
in the night, Jay and I. Mine is starting to grow back, his on
the way out. Heh. I told him to let his grow back yesterday
(he's been keeping it shaved on my "orders" for some time now.)
Little does he know what's going to happen when it's long enough
for the wax to grab a hold. So I have a few days to decide
whether to do it or have him go back to shaving. Eeeeyowch.
I got a lovely note from ROo a while back. She went to the
DC-ASB party and was a major hit. She got me thinking about the
Halloween party we went to last week. I was going to take the
easy solution to costumery and go as a nurse (Nurse Jones, in
fact, although noone there would have known that). Jay had other
plans. He wanted me to go as a TV character (that's TELEVISION,
Wyzyrd). Elvira, Queen of the Night. You MUST have seen her.
She's wonderful. Not exactly Oscar material, but she has a good
attitude. I had the wig, if not the hair.
MAJOR DIVERSION! The DRESS! I never told you about the
DRESS! Jay got it made for me with measurements taken with my
corset on. The very week I was back from S.F. He got this
seamstress to come by the house and measure me WITH THE CORSET
ON! This was big time weirdness for me. In my own house. I mean
she was 60 if she was a day, and clearly didn't think much of
anyone who would wear a corset. She asked me if I was wearing a
foundation garment. Yes. I will be wearing it with the dress,
too. She sighs as though she just doesn't know what the world is
coming to.
She doesn't.
Jay and I had argued about this
dress. He wanted it Just Like the one this Elvira character
wears: plunging neckline. Black velvet. He had even located a bra
that used more than one engineering principle to avoid showing
structural, ah, members. And he wanted me to wear it in public.
Totally sleazy. I wouldn't go for it. I mean, I don't mind
sleazy: sex is supposed to be dirty, if it's done right, but just
at home.
We went 'round and 'round, Jay and I. I (heh, heh) came out
on top. With a compromise (see under corset, above). The neckline
is high, like those chinese dresses, chamsongs, I think they are
called. Zip up the back, long sleeves, hemline to the floor. I
would only let her put a slit in it up to the knee. Jay wanted it
up to mid-thigh. But she made it so the slit can be extended.
More sighs.
It is TIGHT. It was tight when she fitted it, and I have
gained quite a bit of the old avoir du pois back since then. (I
lost a lot while traveling). I'm up to 116, which is a little
heavy for me, but Jay thinks it's in the right places. But I mean
this dress is tight! Right down to the knees. I can barely walk
in it. Running is totally out of the question. It was practically
like the good old days. So I went as whatzhername from the Adams
Family. With fake fangs.
Jay just wanted the dress made. He wasn't thinking
Halloween. I was thinking maybe the opera on a very dark night IF
he bought me something expensive (and long) to drape over it.
We were both thinking about coming home after. Turns out it
was after Halloween.
He was the wolfman in a rubber mask, and I had him on a
leash. And I brought handcuffs just for show-n-tell. The people
at the party were straight, totally, with one possibl (certain,
now) exception.
In fact, as I told ROo, I made a complete ass of myself.
Biiiiig mouth. They were almost all very conservative. There was
a couple there that I thought were dressed as Ozzie and Harriet
and despite the corset I'm practically doubled over pointing and
laughing so hard my fangs fall out. Turns out they were not
amused. Nor were they wearing costumes, just their normal
everyday.
Oop.
So there we were, wondering how the hell we were going to get
out of there gracefully in time to have some fun. We found the
teenage mutant ninja host and his superheroine wonder-hostess and
were about to make our excuses when (would you believe it) one
thing leads to another and they jokingly (I thought) ask if they
can borrow the collar and leash and I ask if they have a dog or
would they like the handcuffs too, which I produce voila from my
bag. And they look at each other and she turns absolutely tomato
red and has the sudden urge to pass hors d'oeuvres and circulate.
So I decide for the both of us that maybe we should give this
party a chance to get interesting. It didn't. We left an hour
later, but I take the hostess aside in all the noise and
confusion and I'm feeling pretty good so I try to give her the
handcuffs and she turns red again and says Oh, we were just
kidding, really. And I say Oh go on, live a little, and take her
hand and put them in it and she TAKES them, holds them out of
sight, and asks me if I had a good time, looking around with
elaborate nonchalance like I had just sold her drugs or
something. Ha! Southerners are as bad as midwesterners.
So I smile and tell her to call if she wants to know where
in her house I hid the key. She looks at me and turns red again
and I can tell she is having second thoughts so I tell her to
think about it and we really do have to leave now and it was a
wonderful party.
The next day we get a call from her husband, and Jay
answers: they found a set of handcuffs that they think belong to
me and they wanted to check before they returned them and by the
way, was there a key with them, if so it's lost. Uh huh.
So Jay tells them where it is and we STILL haven't got the
cuffs back. I hope they are having fun. I don't want 'em back.
They're uncomfortable.
The big question is did they call before or after? What
would I have done, first time out? Tough decision. After would
have been better, before safer.
Anyway, ROo got me thinking. When I arrived at that party
corseted in that dress, I was mortified. That's her name,
Morticia. Adams. Anyway, I was mortified at first. The guys were
all looking at me through their eye holes. It was a thrill,
embarrasing, and I felt very sexy. Especially with the Wolfman
there to protect me. But I got to thinking about that when ROo e-
mailed me her tale, and I realized that Jay and I are so private
that we couldn't even discuss the topic with kindred spirits
under the very best of circumstances. Too midwestern. You just
don't talk about that to other people, at least not when they're
in the room. E-mail's OK, that doesn't count, they aren't in the
room. Obviously.
Anyway, I thought about how I would feel if I were in Roo's
stiletto's at that party. Michael was there, I understand. I'd
feel safe around him, I think. Moon Knight would take some
getting used to, if he's anything like his posts.
I just don't know. I feel weird just wearing that corset in
public. This party is only the second time I've done that, and I
was nearly nonfunctional from embarrasment until I became
nonfunctional from screwdrivers. It was just a costume party for
crissakes. What if I had been at the DC-ASBash?
I just couldn't.... Naaaawww....
-*-
Another piece of not-quite-news. My supervisor, The Blob,
may (rumor has it) be getting a lateral promotion. Pray for us
now and in the hour of our need. She's been there since before
she died, the change would do her good.
-*-
And I've been working on some important tricks, hypnosis-
wise. I've worked out some key phrases that with post-hypnotic
suggestion, help speed up the induction of trances. I spent a lot
of time in the beginning just getting him into a deep trance
before we discovered this shortcut. If I were to start over
again, I would concentrate on developing this shortcut first.
And I can induce amnesia about the session, too. There are a
number of things I need to try out. Most important: his voice.
This is hard for me to tell about. While in the deepest trance I
can induce, I actually had him up, eyes open, and walking around.
The books said getting him to do that while in a trance would
take a lot of work, and it did, but it's crucial to the plan. And
it was a big shock for me.
During that session I had told him that every time I asked
him to speak his voice would gradually become higher and more
feminine, and it did. I began to feel a little nervous at that,
for some reason. I don't like people changing on me, even though
I may be the cause of the change. I stuck him with a rich, low
contralto rather than a falsetto. But it was still eerie. I'm
not sure if I should be grossed out or not.
I want to back off. I'm scared. Jay is really trying to
persuade me to go on. I'll write about something else for a
while.
-*-
When Jay wasn't home last week I tried out, on myself, some of
the makeup tricks I would need to use on him. I erased my
eyebrows with a blemish cover stick and covered them with latex
from the costume/novelty shop. Makeup over that, and I had no
eyebrows. I could sketch in whatever I wanted with eyeliner.
Jay's eyebrows are coarser than mine. Maybe I should try it on
him while he's under. And the padded hips. I packed cotton under
panty hose until my own hips were seven or eight inches bigger.
It came out all lumpy and took a lot of adjusting and four more
pairs of pantyhose before it looked like I had oversized but
smooth, natural-looking hips. Actually, I kind of liked seeing
what I would look like with 42 inch hips. I don't know why, but
it made me feel kind of sexy.
This is weird stuff. I need feedback from someone.
-*-
I could go seriously wrong here.
Nurse Jones, so strictly brought up she's desperately anxious to
do the wrong thing correctly.
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