No Way Out
"How did I get in this mess", I asked myself quietly. I didn't want my lover to hear me while she gets ready for us to go out on the town. When I sit around with time on my hands, like now, I keep asking that same question. A lot has changed over the last four months. What seemed like the easy way to get out of trouble I had gotten into back then, was becoming more difficult now. But little did I know it would lead to all this!
Maybe I should explain...
About 4 months ago, during the
summer, on a hot and very sunny Friday afternoon, my pal Billy Ray and
I went
down town to the Quik-Pik food Mart to get some beer. Billy wasn't real
smart, and had trouble holding down a job. My unemployment check hadn't
arrived
yet so I had no money, but I assumed Billy did. Once inside the store,
Billy
said to me "Tommy, did ya see the wad of bills that clerk was countin?
I
aint got no money, but I'm gonna get me some now!" I panicked and
grabbed
Billy's arm, swung him around and whispered as loud as I dared "Don't
be
crazy - what are you going to do?". He wrenched free and said "Watch!!"
He walked up to the counter, pulled out a blue steel revolver from his
waistband, pointed it at the clerk and said "Gimme all your money, and
do
it fast!" I was scared real bad and moved away from the front of the
store.
What we didn't see was the clerk push a button under the counter
activating a
silent alarm to the police. Billy grabbed the money and told the clerk
not to do
anything dumb. Just as Billy Ray reached the door and turned toward me
the
police came around the side of the building and to the front door. One
yelled, "Police!
Put down your gun and place your hands over your head! Do it now!
NOW!!" As
Billy turned to see the police, he raised the barrel a couple of
inches. That
was all they needed as a provocation and they opened fire on him. His
body
jerked completely around as the bullets tore into him. He didn't have a
chance! One
round missed Billy and hit the clerk in the chest, and he went down
also in a
pool of blood. Before I had a chance to say anything, the cops had me
spread-eagled on the floor and in hand cuffs. I told them I had nothing
to do
with this, but I was told to shut up and I was read my rights. An
ambulance
arrived shortly there after, and Billy, who was still alive (amazing,
with 5
slugs in him), and the clerk, both unconscious, were loaded inside. I
continued
to maintain my innocence, but the officer that cuffed me said "We don't
know that for sure. With the clerk unable to tell us differently, we
have to
hold you.". The EMT told the Officer if we didn't hurry Billy would
die,
and maybe the clerk, too. The cop grabbed me and threw me into his car
and said
" take them to Memorial Hospital, I'll meet you there! ". So we sped
off following the meat wagon containing Billy Ray and the poor clerk.
Once we arrived at the hospital, The cop, whose name was Mike Sills, dragged me along behind the gurneys with Billy and the clerk, on our way to ER. I told Mike again that I wasn't part of the robbery attempt, but he said "We'll see". We were held outside the Emergency room by a large orderly who told us we were not allowed inside. Within 10 minutes a nurse said both were in critical condition, and the suspect (Billy) probably wouldn't make it. Mike asked her if there was any place he could put me to keep an eye on me. She showed him a small glass cubicle with one door that locked from the outside. He thanked her and threw me inside. I asked him if he could loosen the cuffs, and he said "I'll take them off of you since you can't get out of here!" With that, he uncuffed me and locked the cubicle door. Another nurse came up to Mike and told him he was wanted in the ER. After he left, I asked the nurse how were the two of them were doing. She said "the clerk regained consciousness long enough to tell Doctor Sooyng you came in with the other man before he died." I screamed "NOOOOOOO!!! I didn't do it! I DIDN'T DO IT!" She whispered, "If your friend dies, no one will be able to verify your story. And I also heard the police say you will probably be charged with the clerk's murder". I gasped "they can't do this! It's a mistake! I didn't shoot anybody- I don't even own a gun! The cops did all the shooting - they even shot the clerk!" She said "I believe you, but that won't mean a thing in court, I'm sorry to say." She turned and walked away, glancing over her shoulder at me with a sad look on her face. All I could think about now was getting out of there before I was jailed for something I did not do!
It's strange the way your mind can wander when things look hopeless. I began to watch the nurses as they passed by the cubicle I was in. Watching their dresses, pants, tunics, white hose and shoes. I watched as they bent over to pick things up, catching some very sexy views. I also noted that some went into the room across the hall from me labeled "Staff". I even began to notice hair styles, nursing hats and makeup. My study of the nurses was interrupted when the cop, Mike, came back to check on me a couple of times. He returned to the ER and Billy after he was satisfied I was still secure. One of the nurses, Sandy (the one that told me about the clerk), came by with a pitcher of ice water, and to console me. She said she thought Billy had stabilized, but was still unconscious. Sandy also remarked "You are probably going to get screwed over if your buddy doesn't regain consciousness. In the mean time, you'll be jailed, and who knows what else.". "A young guy like me won't last long in jail around here" I said. Sandy frowned and turned away. As she left, I noticed the way she walked away, swinging her hips with her ass swaying. I began to drift off in thought, towards my younger years.
When I was in junior high I used to go into our attic when nobody was around, and try on clothes. Not just any clothes but girls clothes! Specifically, my mom's. There was a pair of black leather riding boots that came up to my knees, red support tights, a black long sleeve leotard and a skating skirt. The skirt was my favorite item. It was a mini-skirt with black velvet on the outside and lined with white satin. I loved the feel of all these things together. Once I wore one of my mom's panty girdle and long line bra when my dad was at work and my mom went to a bowling league meeting. The feelings were quite exhilarating. So much so that I also wore one of my mom's wigs, and put on some lipstick, eye shadow and blush. I then walked across the hall in to my room, and began running my hands all over my feminized body. I laid down on my bed and rubbed my legs together tightly while caressing the fake breasts. I reached my "first" orgasm moments before my mom returned home! I must have frittered away a couple of hours dressing without realizing it. I ran back to the attic (my dressing room) and began to struggle out of the constricting clothing being careful not to rip, stain or otherwise damage the clothes lest I give my habits away! My mother heard the clomping and struggling in the attic, and came upstairs to see what was going on. As she stuck her head into the attic she asked what I was doing. I said I was looking for some jigsaw puzzles to put together. I had moved behind a section of roof so mom wouldn't see me in her clothes, and I hadn't thought she had seen me. But as she backed out of the opening she said " get out of those clothes and out of the attic before your dad gets home". I was floored!!! I said O.K. and she left me alone. I pulled off the boots, leotard, tights and underwear as fast and as quietly as I could. I left the clothes and wig in a box in the attic and after donning my boys clothes, I ran back to my bedroom and into the bathroom to remove the makeup and lipstick. After rubbing for 5 minutes, my lips were still red. Mom didn't say anything, but I'll bet she noticed! After that, I didn't indulge in my hobby at home, although there were times after I moved out on my own. As a matter of fact, I hadn't even thought much about it until now.
I was awaken from my daydream by all the chattering in the hall. Apparently there was some sort of shift change in progress and some of the nurses standing outside the "Staff" door were asking Mike, the cop, about me. I couldn't hear much, but he broke away from them shortly and came to check to see if I was still secure. He said the clerk had died, and my 'partner' was still unconcious. He also told me he was going to take a short nap, and suggested I do the same. In a few hours I would be taken to the precinct and be booked for murder and armed robbery. I said " I didn't have a gun, didn't shoot or rob anyone. I am innocent!!!". He said, "tell it to the judge!" He re-locked the door and walked down the hall towards the waiting room. After he left, I began to look around for a possible escape route. I was sure there were other policemen around, and they would spot me easily. Not only would I need an escape route, but a disguise too! The cubicle I was captive in had one glass door, almost all glass walls and no other way out. I walked casually to the glass on the hall side and looked it over. They were sliding windows, I noticed. I carefully tried one, but it wouldn't budge. I kept working my way around the cubicle, trying one after another until one near the far corner opened! I looked around and slowly tested the window opening for size. It was just big enough to squeeze out! I closed the window to its original position to figure out my next move. Just then nurse Sandy came around the edge of the cubicle with more ice water. I then noticed a man in a suit in a corner watching Sandy and I when she unlocked the door. I hoped he hadn't noticed me opening the window. She said "I really feel sorry for you, and I wish there was something I could do to help". I told her thanks, but I would take a miracle to get me out of this nightmare alive. She said "maybe!" and winked at me. Had she seen the window too? I asked her about all the nurses I had seen earlier in the hall. She told me the day shift had ended, and only 12 hr. shift people like herself would remain here until the midnight shift got here in about three hours. "That room over there is the locker room for the 8 hour nurses on this floor. It'll be pretty quiet around here until 11:30pm" Sandy remarked. "What do you use while working here, then?" I asked. "The 12 hour girls have a room on the floor above this. That reduces the congestion down here." she said. With that, she left me alone again, this time I began to formulate a plan as I watched her sashay down the hall. If I wait for the law to do its thing, and Billy doesn't recover, I'm history. If I escape and Billy doesn't recover, I'll be a fugitive until caught, and again, I'll be history. If Billy recovers enough to clear me before trial, I will get off the hook. If I escape and Billy recovers enough to clear me, I'll be safe. Everything hinges on Billy coming around. It looks like my best chance is to get out of here and lay low until (or if) Billy regains consciousness. I'll worry about that while hiding out in the meantime. If I can get out of here and into the locker room, I could dress as a nurse ( I'm only 5'10" and 150 pounds) and walk out mixed in with the other nurses during the confusion when the Midnight shift reports on. The unknown factors will be if I can find enough clothing, makeup and since I have thin hair, a wig. And I hope I can do a good enough job to pass and get away from here! Some of those old feelings began to wash over me as I plotted my escape.
I began to move slowly towards the window that opens, glancing toward the Suit standing by the ER Triage area entrance. When I got to the corner, I noticed I couldn't see the Suit, nor could he see me. I slowly began to pace back and forth, from one corner to another, watching out of the corner of my eye. The Suit was following my walk. After about 5 minutes, I laid down on a desk next to the opening window, and pulled a blanket over me. Apparently the Suit couldn't see me, so he walked over and around to the cubicle door to see if everything was all right. I had my eyes mostly closed, so he probably thought I fell asleep. After he walked away, I peered around the corner to see him pick up a paperback novel and began to read. Now's my chance! I took some towels and sheets that were piled in a corner and fashioned them into a 'sleeping body' on the desk, covering with the blanket. I then looked all around, and slid the window open as much as I dared. Quickly I stuck my head out, looked both ways down the hall and swung my legs through the opening and down to the floor. Another fast look around and I slid the window back closed. This will hopefully keep them a few minutes longer before they look for my escape. I creeped across the hall and opened the lounge door.
What if someone is still in there, I thought. Well, gotta try now. It opened, and no one was inside. This was just a lounge I thought to myself. Then I saw a door marked "lockers". I made for the door and cautiously opened it. No one there! First thing to do was to scout around to make sure I was alone. I tried locker doors, bathroom doors and closet doors. I was alone! I then began to grab uniforms and hold them up in front of the mirror to gauge my size. I found one dress that looked about right (I found no pantsuits)- size 13/14 in white, short sleeved and the hem is about knee length. The short sleeves would expose my arms, but couldn't be avoided. There was one that looked sexier, a mini with a hem about 3 inches above the knees and long sleeves, but would attract too much attention, especially with my bowleggedness. And since I will be wearing a dress, something will have to be done with my leg hair. I have some light hair on my arms, thin facial hair (2 days growth), and no chest/neck/back hair to speak of. I'm not very hairy, but I do have some leg hair. Shaving my face will be necessary for the makeup, but I won't have enough time to shave my legs, assuming I can find shaving utensils in here. I scrounged around and came up with 3 pairs of nurses support pantyhose without runs or holes, a white slip, a white bra (36b I believe), 4 bags of assorted makeup and a panty girdle (to keep my manhood from making its presence known). All I needed was shoes, and would also need a wig to cover my thinning hair. All the shoes available were too small (I wear a men's 10 1/2) except for a pair of white open backed slings with a 1" heel to them. They were a little small, but I could wear them without much of my heel sticking over the shoe. I put all the unused clothing back in the lockers and closets. There were a couple of old wigs in one locker, and chose the shoulder length dark brown wig in a page-boy style, kind of like what Lois wore in the Superboy series. Next, I had to find a place that I could change and get made up without taking a chance of being discovered, and a way to get rid of the clothes I have on now.
There were three rooms with a vanity, mirror, sink and commode. The third also had a tub & shower, and all three had a lock. This would make getting myself prepared easier knowing someone would not stumble upon me at an inopportune moment. I gathered all the items I was "borrowing" and took them in with me. I locked the door and began to strip off all my clothes, placing them in a pile by the door. I entered the shower stall, started the water and began to lather up. As I was doing so, I concentrated on how I was going to apply makeup, comb the wig, speak and walk. I thought back to when I used to dress up, and knew the make up and wig would be no problem, but the voice and walk could give me away, and with it, my escape to freedom. As I showered, I spotted a ladies leg razor on a shelf above the shower head. This would take care of the beard. I shut the water off just in time to hear voices in the lounge. I froze! Then I realized they wouldn't know who's in here. Cautiously I looked for shaving cream but found none. So I lathered up hand soap and began the process of removing my beard. I was extra careful to shave four times. The razor was dull from ladies leg hair, and I wanted as smooth a face as possible, but I had to be careful. I just needed a clean shave, not a self sacrifice! I even trimmed my eyebrows with the razor to simulate a women's brow line. A leg shaver isn't easy to do this with! After I had shaved to my satisfaction, I powdered my nude body with some Emeraude bath powder left by someone, particularly my waist, legs and pubic areas. This made it easier to pull on the panty girdle. The girdle was smaller than I thought, but I struggled into it. I tucked my penis way back between my ass cheeks and gently pressed the testicles up into the body cavity. When I finished pulling the girdle up, I admired how wonderfully compressing this was! On a close inspection no male bulge was evident, even though I was becoming quite aroused.
Now for the artists skill. In one makeup bag there was a stick of Pan Stick makeup in a light ivory color. It was a little lighter than my own skin shade, but beggars can't be choosers. All the other bags had sheer foundations, not suitable to conceal anything. After applying the base, I set it with some loose powder and dusted the extra off with some tissues. Then I began to apply eye shadow in a pale green shade to match my hazel eyes and the brown wig I had found. The shadow was applied to the lid and crease, and I then added some dark green to the outer corners of the eyes. Then I applied some eye liner to the base of both top and bottom lashes. I applied the Cover Girl Professional mascara from another bag to my lashes. I put 3 coats on top and bottom lashes to make them stand out. If men look at your face, they might not notice your walk! Besides, I've always liked long dark lashes. I used a little bit of liner pencil to give the brows some substance and to mask the hurried job I did on them shaving. A light peach blush on the apples of my cheeks and I was nearly done. I heard more voices outside the door, so I hurried and put the wig on, just in case. I would brush it out later.
I put the bra on around my waist, backward, to fasten the clasps as I had seen my sister do. I spun it around and put my arms through the straps. I then took wads of toilet paper and stuffed the bra, adjusting the amount to keep them even and not too big. I didn't want to attract any unnecessary attention. I rolled up the first pair of pantyhose and slowly pulled them on, one leg at a time until the waist was in position. My leg hair really showed through! So I followed those with a second pair, just like the first. The results were much better this time. But the hair was still visible. I became paranoid, thinking I might have to remove the pantyhose and shave the legs, and there wasn't much time before the change of shifts, or worse, they discover I'm missing. So I slid into the last pair of pantyhose I had found. The results were outstanding! My leg hair was all but completely invisible. Only in bright light would it show through. The support compressed and molded my calf and thigh muscles into very shapely feminine appearing legs. I loved the shine they gave, and the silky feel they had. But I couldn't stop and feel the merchandise now, I had to keep moving. I lifted the slip over my head and over my arms. It slid down over my body just like nobody's business. a perfect fit! I adjusted the straps on the shoes as much as I could, and put my feet in them, pulling the sling back over my heel. I stepped into the uniform, and pulled the dress up to my waist, slid my arms into the sleeves, pulled it over my shoulders and smoothed it down over my now silky-clad shape- another perfect fit! I fastened the tunic buttons, then went to comb out the wig. I had no wig brush, so I used a regular brush from the sink back and with great difficulty brushed the wig into some resemblance of real hair. I adjusted its position and brushed some errant strands into place. I found a tube of lipstick in a red color and applied it to my lips, emphasizing the lower lip into a slight pout. I looked at the mirror while attaching a watch I found to my wrist (it didn't work- just for looks), and looking back at me was a very attractive, even sexy, nurse, about 10 years younger than I looked (as a male). I was thrilled! I turned around and around, swishing the skirt and hiking the hem up to show the pantyhose welt. I had to stop admiring myself ( if it wasn't for the panty girdle, I'd bulge like crazy from the excitement I felt). All I needed was some perfume to add to the illusion and maybe some earrings. I would have to look for clip types, since I never felt like piercing mine as was the current craze. There was some perfume on the shelf, but I didn't like the smell. For the jewelry and perfume I would have to look around in the lounge again, and that could be risky. If the room's empty when I leave, I may stop for a quick look - but I must keep an eye on the time if this getaway is going to work. I put my ear to the door and listened for a couple of minutes. Not hearing anything, I bent down (from the knees, like a lady would) and picked up my clothes pile from the floor. I then carefully unlocked the door, slowly opened it and nervously looked around the door into the room. With no one in sight, I grabbed the bag with the makeup I used, turned off the bathroom light and ran over to the hall door as fast as I could in those shoes. I listened and heard nothing, so I trotted (in those damn slings) to the bank of lockers and opened a locker with a bent door and jammed my clothes in on the top shelf. I then bent the door some more and slammed it shut. Now it would not open properly, thus helping me conceal what I was doing. I was about to look in the other lockers (nobody here seems to lock them) when the lounge door suddenly swung open, followed by two nurses!
I panicked and began to open the nearest locker when one of the women said "That's Francine's locker. You must be one of the new nurses." Pointing to my left, the other one said "There are empty lockers over there. Help yourself." I turned and smiled, nodding yes, and walked over to the empty lockers . Both ladies continued across the room and they split up, each entering a different bathroom, and locked the doors behind them. A wave of relief swept over me. They had simply accepted that I was a woman, and went about their business. I did notice however, that they each carried a purse. PURSE! I knew I had forgotten something. I moved back to the 'occupied' lockers and began to open another one when I heard sounds like a door being unlocked. I scurried back to the vacant bathroom (not the one I used before), entered and locked the door, just as the other bathroom door opened. Then the second door opened and the two nurses began talking to each other in the lounge. I heard lockers open and close, rustling of papers and something landing in a trash bucket. This went on for 10 minutes, and I began to sense failure. If they were still there when shift change occurs, I'd never get out of there. Besides, I was sure someone, like Sandy the nurse, would notice me missing. I was planning to be in the phone booth in the hall near the main staff exit when the crowd walked out, and I was going to fall in behind the main group. Then I heard their voices fade as the door closed behind them . I looked around this bathroom and saw a small plastic soap dish containing shiny objects on a counter by the toilet. Inside were many earrings and bracelets, some earrings were clip-ons. A note attached said 'lost and found'. As I looked through the assortment, I was afraid there wouldn't be any pairs. Not only was there a pair of clip type silver hoops, but a simple looking silver necklace and bracelet. The hoops fit but the necklace and bracelet were too small, so I left them. I turned the light off and opened the door. I gave up on perfume as it might take too long. I hoped the bath powder would cover my masculine scent, since I had forgotten to apply any deodorant! as I looked around one more time, I spotted something sticking out of a trash can. On closer inspection it turned out to be a purse, with a torn lining. I grabbed it and put the makeup bag inside, and also took some facial tissue from a box next to the can, just in case I needed something to remove the makeup. I also went back into the bathroom and picked up a small bottle of baby oil, also to aid in removing makeup. I walked through the door to the lounge and began to walk towards the hall door when it opened and nurse Sandy walked in!. What do I do now? She will probably recognize me in this getup. Yet she walked right past me, just smiling as she passed by. YES! I passed inspection. I continued on toward the door and freedom. Just as I reached for the handle of the door, Sandy said to my back, "Dearie, if you walk with your toes pointed outward, your bowed legs won't be so noticeable. And walk with just your hips, not your whole body, and don't slump!". I turned slightly and peered over my shoulder at Sandy. She smiled at me and just winked. She then said " Get going, shift change is beginning right now, and this room will be very crowded with people in a few minutes. " I smiled back and mouthed the words 'thanks'. I turned again, opened the door and stuck my head out, looking down the hall both ways. It was clear. I turned back to Sandy, but she had already turned and headed away towards a bathroom. As I left the lounge I thought I heard a whispered "Good luck!".
I headed towards the main staff exit, remembering what Sandy had said. I concentrated on walking more with my pelvis and kept my feet pointed apart, a bit crow-footed. It must be working, because I had to pass right by that guy in the suit who had watched me earlier. I kept walking, and he lowered his paperback long enough to leer at me as I went by. He went back to his book as I came to the phone booth. Someone was using the phone, so I just leaned against the wall nearby, waiting nervously. Mike the cop walked right past me without a second glance and headed straight to the guy in the suit. They exchanged some small talk and the suit stood up. As they started walking towards the cubicle, I decided not to wait for the safety of the crowd, so I walked towards the exit. There was an old security guard sitting by the exit, checking employee badges as people entered. I didn't have one! I hope he doesn't check them when I leave. As I passed him by he gave a low wolf whistle. I turned my head and winked at the old fart as I continued out of the building. I kept walking as fast as I could in those tight shoes, keeping my toes pointed outward as I did. It was a good 3 miles back to my place, and I couldn't make it all that way in those shoes I had on. I looked in the purse and discovered 85 cents in the torn bottom lining. I was gaining confidence, and decided to take the bus to my side of town. I waited at the bus stop for about 10 minutes for the next bus to arrive. A car with 3 boys passed by, whistled at me, slowed, stopped and backed up. They began making suggestive remarks about what they would like to do with me in the back seat of their car. I was flattered but about to tell them to screw off when a girl in a white uniform and tan hose ran up to the stop and told them, "Take off before you're sorry!" and she pulled a container of Pepper spray from her purse and pointed it at the occupants. In a cloud of burning rubber and squealing tires they took off. I wanted to thank her but I was afraid to open my mouth and give myself away. She just said, Assholes!" and sat down on the bench. I smiled at her and nodded yes. By the time the bus appeared, there was another woman in a white uniform, an older couple, a middle aged man in a sweat suit and a young mother and her infant child waiting at the stop.
The woman and child boarded first, and the other two women went next. as I boarded the bus the man in the sweats ran his hand up under my uniform and felt my ass and gave me a goose. I jumped forward into the bus, almost landing in the drivers lap. I turned around and the saw the man running away from the bus. With a surprised look on my face I put the 50 cents for the trip into the hopper. The driver said "Did he grab you? He's done that before. One of these days he will get caught". As I headed for a vacant seat I thought I heard him say "lucky bastard". When we got to my stop, I pulled the cord and stood up. I walked to the doors and waited for the bus to stop. As the doors opened, the driver whispered to me "You're a real fox. I hope to see you on this run again sometime, babe!". I grinned from ear to ear as I walked away, both for the complement he paid and the fact that I have ridden on his bus before, and he didn't suspect a thing. It was only 2 blocks to my flat. I had to be careful my upstairs neighbor didn't see me grab my key from under her flower pot on the porch. Once inside, I pulled down all the shades, closed all blinds and windows. I locked the door and, kicking my feet up, collapsed on the couch. I congratulated my self on an excellent job of disguise and escape. I slowly ran my hands up and down my nylon encased legs, running them up under the uniform and between my now feminine appearing thighs. I began to feel an erection but was restricted by the panty girdle and three pairs of pantyhose I was wearing. As I became more aroused my hand worked faster and more firmly, cupping my ersatz breasts through the uniform with my other hand. Before I knew it I was writhing about on the couch with wild abandon, looking from afar like a woman masturbating herself. In a matter of moments, I felt a tremendous orgasm overtake me. I settled back and closed my eyes and drifted off into sleep.
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