Where was I when suddenly it seemed that nearly every female who worked in the medical profession started wearing those short little robes as uniforms-- the ones open in the back just like exam gowns-- and nothing else underneath? Me? I had just been rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery!
Of course it was surgery in a most sensitive area-- what a time for that to happen! The orderly was wheeling me to my room when I noticed three ladies chatting in the hallway-- and at least two of them were bare ass!
I started muttering something like "I shouldn't be seeing patients dressed like that!" when my orderly informed me they were all nurses. They were wearing their "brand new uniforms."
He seemed puzzled I hadn't heard about "that new trend." He said it had started in Japan with the idea that female medical professionals could more closely relate to their patients if they were "undressed" the same way.
I actually remembered seeing a video like that on the internet about Japanese nurses wearing exam-like tiny gowns in front of smiling and bowing male patients. I wrote it off as soft core porn, especially as every nurse was required, it seemed, to show that her ass was indeed bare before leaving.
The orderly was now shaking his head as he moved my bed into place. "You are in for a real treat then, brother! Wait until you see some of these ladies!" He leaned in conspiratorially. "I was never into those BBW gals before, but now that I've seen my share of those asses: oh mama!"
He left and I lay back, stunned. What a distraction and with me having all these tubes in some very awkward places!
My first nearly naked nurse was the day nurse named Maria. She was probably about thirty, pencil-thin legs, wore glasses and had a tiny mole near the corner of her mouth. Still, I could now appreciate my friendly orderly's attitude: the fact that this lady was all naked underneath was stirring things up; things that I really couldn't deal with in my condition.
Maria spent some time writing in her name, her extension and today's date on the white board. Her naked ass was as skinny as her legs; nevertheless I took the opportunity to not only stare there but to try view her other hidden charms.
At some point she turned just right as she was flipping through my chart. I saw that little polygon of light between her upper thighs and then a glimpse of a dark line that must have been her vulva, peeking out through a mass of pubic hair.
Of course she turned around at that moment and I looked away, guilty and blushing.
"Oh that's okay," she said. She patted my knee. "Everyone looks." She rolled her eyes. "We're actually encouraged to show off our bottoms before we leave-- can you believe it?! Just to show the patient that we're as naked as they are."
I had so many questions about my condition and my recovery that I was supposed to ask but I was so distracted. "Don't most women find this... sexist? And what do you do if someone's offended?"
"My goodness!" she said, "So many questions! Well, most female patients are actually 'hey! now you know how WE feel.' And the male patients are... well... like you.
"As far as those who are offended--" she reached into a pocket in front of her robe I hadn't noticed before. She came out with a rectangular piece of cloth that matched her robe. She reached behind her with the cloth, looking at me and grinning the whole time. She turned around "ta-da!" and the cloth was covering her butt. "Velcro," she explained. The cloth also doubled as a convenient towel to sit on. Some hospital chairs were "awful" on naked buttocks, she said.
I was liking this woman more and more and I was deeply regretting that in my current condition I couldn't even get mildly aroused without a problem.
Then we went over my expected release date and my recovery time. The bad news was that I had to wait at least two weeks before I had any kind of sex. "That includes hands on," she informed me, patting my knee again. Here was a woman I never would have looked at twice before; now I was wishing these were different circumstances and that she was patting somewhere a little higher.
As she left, she did make it a point to completely turn around and show me her bottom again. This time, she looked out into the hallway first, then she looked back at me and grinned. She put a hand on each ass cheek and spread them slightly. She blushed and laughed: "We aren't supposed to be THAT bad! Some girls started doing that as a kind of protest about being bare-ass, but then everybody loved it! Oh well, maybe you'll think about me in two weeks!"
Wow. I looked at my pulse, breathing and blood pressure readings and hoped these weren't being remotely monitored.
Naturally when my wife showed up to visit she was fuming. "I heard about this but I thought it was a joke! I guess you're gonna beg your doctor to stay here a while!"
I didn't say much. How was this my fault? I was temporarily surrounded by near naked nurses, aides and even cafeteria delivery girls. And I obviously couldn't do a thing about it.
The doctor came in while my wife was there and a bare-bottomed aide was cleaning up. He sensed my wife's attitude and said that all of the female staff in his office were just starting to get used to the new "uniform." My eyes widened at the thoughts about all the new bottoms I would see in two weeks.
The doc was still justifying himself to my still-fuming wife. "If I can get more men to come in and get some rather uncomfortable exams, while they're being distracted by a pretty girl's rear end, so what? More exams equals more men's lives saved."
She wasn't buying it.
Finally I was released and went home. I love my wife, but she tends to go overboard at times. She took three days off from work to tend to my every need. At some point, I just wanted some peace and privacy... especially privacy to watch some documentaries on the new nurse's uniforms.
There was some really nice stuff on YouTube-- although it was labeled "mature"-- with some attractive nurses being followed around while cameramen focused on their bare bottoms. Of course the nurses were very cute. Since I couldn't get too too aroused yet, these shows were my new goto porn.
At last the appointed day to see my doctor and hopefully to be cleared to have sex again. My wife could be a major pain with her clothes on: take them off in bed and she would happily act out some voluptuous fantasies of innocent maidens and lustful pirates-- happily acting out the romance novels she's addicted to.
Of course my wife had to take me. She was right beside me glaring at all of the girls behind the glass in reception who were all wearing those little gowns. I was not quite secretly trying to slow things down as I signed in, hoping one of these cuties would rise up and turn around for me.
As I sat down I kept picturing Janet, my doctor's nurse. She was a slim short-haired dark blonde, maybe early thirties, whom I had only seen in the prior somewhat saggy uniform of blue matching pants and shirt. She had such a pretty smiling face with deep brown eyes. She was downright slim-- I guessed 32Bs-- but at least 5' 8" which held out the promise of long long legs.
