Old Doctor New Nurse

Hey there dudes and dudettes!

Back again with a new caption. This time a Patreon Request (May 2025) by "Cfeekhbb" who wanted to see a old fashioned sexist doctor getting turned into a new nurse that has to "help" her patients in special ways!
I hope that you all enjoy that cap!

And with that I take my leave again, and until next time stay happy and healthy!

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"Honestly, Nurse Carla, is that so difficult to understand?" Dr. Alistair Finch said, his voice dripping with condescending authority. "We have a mandatory dress code here! The tops should show some cleavage, the skirt should at most reach mid-thigh, and your stockings are supposed to be sheer, not opaque! We have standards here!"
"Of course, sir" Carla ground out beneath gnashed teeth, biting her lip, forcing back a much more scathing retort as the head surgeon looked her up and down. "I am sorry, it won't happen again."
"See to it. I won't have you ruin the reputation of my team or the hospital," the surgeon replied before turning, heading to the operating room. "And now, hurry up and get changed. There is not much time before the surgery, and I expect perfection!"
"Of course, sir, right away," Carla said, watching the surgeon walk away until he was around the corner. "You perverted fucking asshole! We will show you," she growled out before hurrying down the hallway to the changing rooms, her impractical heels clicking on the tiled floor.

Ever since Dr. Finch had taken over the department, he'd instituted a mandatory "morale-boosting" dress code for all female staff, with the nurses and other medical assistants being hit the hardest by the changes.
The uniform now consisted of a criminally short skirt, blouses that were so tight they looked painted on while revealing quite a bit of cleavage, sheer stockings, and high heels that made every female's feet ache after a long 10-hour shift.
The new outfits looked less like uniforms and more like sexy Halloween costumes someone would expect at a sorority or fraternity party, and not on trained professionals, but sadly, there was nothing they could do about it.
Every complaint to Dr. Finch was met with indifference or the threat of being fired, making most of the staff fold.
Those who didn't decide to bring this matter to the higher-ups, though sadly for them, Dr. Finch was quite well connected, so their complaints led to nothing, and Dr. Finch promptly fired them to make an example out of them.
After this, things went silent, with the staff "accepting" their new uniforms,not that they had a choice in the matter, but unknowingly to Dr. Finch, the females had already made a plan to deal with the problem themselves.

"So, does he suspect anything?" Martha, one of the nurses, asked Carla as the female in question came storming into the changing room, getting everyone's attention.
"No, he doesn't. He has no clue about our plan" Carla said as she looked at the 5 nurses with her in the room. "Which means it is the perfect time to teach that sexist bastard a lesson, don't you think?"
Hearing this, every nurse began to smirk before walking towards the operating room, knowing full well that after today, Dr. Finch will regret ever making that stupid dress code.
Meanwhile, Dr. Finch was in the operating room, going over the files in preparation. "Where the hell are these lazy sluts? The surgeon is supposed to be in an hour!"
As he mumbled to himself and continued to read the patients' files, his eyes started to feel heavy and his sight went blurry. "W.what is going on?" he wondered, his whole body feeling heavier and heavier as he made his way towards the door, though he didn't get far before collapsing to the ground.

A fw minutes later, the door to the room opened, and all the nurses went inside, smirking as they saw the unconscious doctor lying on the floor.
Anesthetics
"Good job, girls" Carla said as she gave Evelzn, the head of Anesthetics, a high five. "I didn't think this would be so fast and easy!"
"Eh, I may have used a bigger dose for our dear doctor here," Evelzn said as she took the bottle of anesthetics she hid in the room and closed he valve. "Wouldn't want our new nurse to wake up prematurely after all! But now lets get her ready for her first shift!"
With that, the nurses moved the unconscious doctor from the OR to a private recovery room they had prepared, knowing there would be no disturbance as they had cancelled all other operations for the day, claiming that Dr. Finch called in sick.
Once inside, they stripped him bare and began their work, starting by getting rid of all his body hair by shaving it all off, leaving Dr. Finch completely hairless and bald.
Once he was completely smooth and hairless, Carla retrieved a large box from the supply closet, and took out some of the implants they used for cosmetic surgery.
"Time to give our new coworkers ome new curves" she said with a giggle that was matched bz the other females in attendace, and so she slathered the forms with medical adhesive before pressing them firmly onto his chest, which she then followed up with a matching set of hip and butt pads, giving his body a petite female figure.

"I think it is time for her to get dressed Evelyn stated, holding up a lacy black thong, making the others giggle as they started to dress Dr. Finch appropriately, starting by grabbing his now willie, gluing it back between his legs to create a smooth, feminine front, and sliding the thong up his legs until it was digging uncomfortably into his new curves.
"Now for the uniform," Carla declared, pulling out a skimpy nurse outfit, which was much worse than their own uniforms as it came straight from some cheap costume shop overseas, with it being much tighter, smaller, and more revealing.
It started with a tight, nearly see-through top they forced onto his body, the top leaving little to the imagination as it showed off pretty much all of his new cleavage and back while keeping his midriff completely bare.
This was then followed by a tiny skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, the skirt sitting tight on the back and showing every little curve of his enhanced ass, which was then followed by a pair of 5-inch plateau heels that they glued to his feet.

"Just the face now," Evelyn cooed, pulling out a full makeup kit before she started by applying layers of waterproof foundation, giving Dr. Finch a smooth complexion before she accentuated it with some blush.
Clara then moved on with his eyes, gluing on some fake lashes that she covered in mascara before rimming his eyes with eyeliner and eyeshadow, giving their victim a nice doe-eyed look.
Next up was Martha, who used a tattoo gun to give the unconscious doctor a new set of feminine eyebrows before she grabbed a syringe to continue with her next target, namely Dr. Finch's lips.
"He always said he liked a 'pouty' look on a woman" she giggled as she jabbed the syringe into his lips, making them swell up, making them puffy and kissable, before she coated them in a layer of nude gloss.
Lastly, the nurses grabbed a dark blonde wig, filled the cap with large amounts of the same medical glue they used for the breast- and hip forms, before fastening it to his head, followed by a dainty little nurse's cap.
"And now we just have to wait" Caral said with a giggle as all the nurses grabbed chairs and watched over the still unconscious doctor, excitedly waiting for his reaction upon waking up.
Luckily, they didn't have to wait for long. Half an hour later, Dr. Finch began to stir in his bed, a groan escaping his newly puffy lips as he felt his head pounding, while his chest felt weirdly different, and his lips ached.
"Wuh... wuh happ'n'd?" he slurred, the lisp from his swollen lips making him sound like some valley girl, which just made the nurses giggle as it reflected his new body perfectly in their minds.
"Good morning, Nurse Alice," Carla said sweetly, holding up a large mirror. "Nothing much happened. You just had a bit of a complication during your procedure, but as you can see, you're looking much better now."
Groggily, Dr. Finch looked into the mirror, his eyes straining to make out a clear image, though when he managed to do so, his eyes widened as he saw what was seemingly his own reflection.
He let out a sound between a squeak and a choked shout before he tried to pull off the wig on his head, which only made him cry out in pain as it tugged harshly on his scalp, sending tears to his eyes.

"Oh no, you can't take that off," Evelyn said with a giggle. "We used a special surgical glue just for you. The hospital doesn't have it in stock normally, and we deleted the order records, so if you want a solvent, you better do as we say!"
"Yuh... yuh can't do thish!" he shrieked, struggling to stand on the painful, unfamiliar heels, though together with his still clouded mind it just sent him stumbling to the floor where he lay, groaning, surrounded by his staff.
"We already did," Carla replied, her voice turning cold. "We put in a notice for you. The hospital thinks Dr. Finch is on extended leave due to health problems, so nobody here will miss you. And if you don't do as we say you will stay like this forever!"
Dr. Finch looked around, thinking, HOPING that this was just a joke, but the glares and cold stares he received made it very clear that they meant every last word, and so he could only meekly nod in understanding.
"Good that we could come to an understanding, nurse Alice" Evelyn said with a smile. "Now, we already have a patient in dire need of your help! He took some certain blue pills and has been hard for hours. So why don't you go and help him calm down? It should not be too much of a hassle with that uniform!"