Johns Nurse Transformation

John didn't think he was a bad person, but he did treat women somewhat badly at times. It just wasn't a good time for him right now. He was out of a job, and knew he would be kicked out from his apartment soon if he didn't pay for another month. He couldn't ask his mother or father, because they were already so ashamed of him that he couldn't possibly let them know he was broke again. He was desperate for a job, but was too stuck up to do something like working at a restaurant or grocery store. He had to figure out something fast, or he would be living on the streets soon.

The thing was, John had a degree in nursing. It wasn't too tough for him, because though he was lazy, he was also very intelligent. He aced the classes without even studying, and then realized by the end, when he had started applying for jobs, that the field itself was a tad bit sexist. No one felt comfortable with a male nurse. He didn't know if the patients just didn't want him to touch them, or just felt uncomfortable with a guy taking care of them. All in all, it was impossible for him to get a job. No matter how hard he tried.

All of these thoughts were running through his head, and he was so done with everything going on with his life that he didn't even bother answering the phone, which was ringing for what felt like the twentieth time that night. This girl will not leave me alone. He thought grumpily. It was a girl that he met in a bar, he could barely even remember her name. Jessica maybe? They had met up a few times, though he wouldn't really call them 'dates' perse. She was too clingy and into him, and he just wasn't interested in a relationship at the moment. Not even close. He wanted a fling, and she wanted way more. He thought he was being kind by letting her go before she got too into him, but clearly he was a moment too late. Because she would not stop calling him. Over and over again. At this point, he considered changing his phone number so he wouldn't have to deal with her anymore. Good riddance.

Anyways, he had more important things to worry about. Like job hunting. He pulled up his old laptop, and began to scroll on the job website. Like always, there were barely any posts on nursing, though he was surprised to find one that seemed to have popped up out of nowhere. He pressed on it, and couldn't help but gasp. It was absolutely perfect. A good pay, walking distance, and it didn't specify if they were looking for males or females! He scrambled to fill out the application, making sure every detail was spot-on and perfect. He couldn't stop grinning as he did so. This was absolutely incredible, and exactly what he needed on this foul day.

It took him a few hours to make it spot-on, but after he pressed submit, he knew he had done a great job. It would suck for him to wait for a response, but he knew they would have to at least ask him for an interview, and he was typically pretty charming in those.

He only had to wait for a day for them to respond to him. He was mid-spoon when he saw his phone buzz, and he picked it up eagerly for the tenth time that day. It was finally the news he was looking for.

John Meyers,

We have received your application at the Health Institute of E.O.N. Are you available for an interview this Friday at 10:00a.m.? It will be with two of the nursing staff. A further interview will be conducted with the head nurse of the institute at a later date.

Sincerely,

Anne

Office Receptionist

Two interviews? That seemed a little excessive, but he knew about the institute. They were highly regarded in the medical community, and during his placements as a nurse it was heavily sought after to get a position there. Only a few girls in his class were able to get in, and ended up getting jobs there, though he didn't know them very well.

He couldn't stop his excitement, though, this was the first time he even got an interview for a nursing position. It was beyond amazing. He would have to work hard to look presentable and be his best for the interview, because he needed to get this job, no matter what.

He quickly wrote down a reply, telling them he would be available at that time on Friday, and then smirked to himself. This was going to be great.

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By Friday, he was a nervous wreck. This was it. His only opportunity. If he screwed this up, he would have to take a shameful walk home to his parents' house, and admit defeat. He would be a thirty year old man with no prospects. This was horrid to even think about. He put on a dress shirt and nice matching grey pants, combed his messy blonde hair a few times, and decided that he needed to just breathe heavy breaths and just deal with it. He would rock this interview, and they would hire him for sure.

The institute was mesmerizing. He had seen the outside before while driving by, but the brick building on the outside was nothing compared to the sleek design of the inside. The lobby had one of the highest ceilings he'd ever seen, and the walls were some sort of glass, making the light illuminating the floor even more mesmerizing. He awkwardly walked towards the receptionist, who smiled at him. "Hi, I'm here for an interview to be a nurse." He said.

She gave him a wry smile, like she knew something that he didn't. He excused it for the fact that he would be a male nurse. That always made people laugh, though he never found the humour in it. "Yes, we're expecting you. John Meyers, correct?" She had a soft and soothing voice, which he assumed would be perfect for making patients feel more comfortable.

He nodded, and she indicated for him to follow her. Her heels clicked against the floor as they moved across the large lobby, and she pressed the up arrow on the elevator for him while inclining her head. "You're looking for the 5th floor, they'll be able to help you there."

"Thank you." He said politely, and couldn't help but watch her ass sway as she headed back to the counter, where a few people were now waiting to be served. He would have to ask her out later if he got the chance. He was too nervous now to be very smooth with his flirting.

He tapped his foot while waiting for the 5th floor, and was happy to find another woman waiting for him right when the elevator opened. She was equally as beautiful as the receptionist, and he wondered how they found so many wonderful women to work here. She was wearing a classic nurse's outfit as well, with a white hat and scrubs with a red cross on it. It hugged tightly on her body, which he admired very much. "Mr. Meyers, is it?" She asked.

He nodded. "Please, follow me. I'll be one of the nurses interviewing you today." He smiled brilliantly and shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you. And your name is?" He asked in his most professional voice.

"Anne. Anne Lee." She seemed a little stiff and tough, and he knew he would really have to flirt his way to her good side. "Please, follow me." Her lip quirked up into a small smile, and he nodded to follow her.

She walked so fast it was hard for him to keep up, but it didn't really matter. He was still mesmerized by what was around him. The sleek walls, the beautifully framed paintings that looked like they cost a fortune, and the women. There were so many women - nurses, doctors, staff, patients. And most of them were just his type. It was weird that there were no men here other than him, though he dismissed this thought. It was probably a coincidence, anyways. And better for him, he could make his way through all of them, though he couldn't be too greedy. Women love to chatter, after all.

She stopped in a generic looking meeting room and he followed her in, trying to look as calm as possible. Another woman was sitting there, though he could barely tell them apart. They both just appeared to be beautiful women with long black hair, and had the same nursing uniform on. He wondered if there would be a mail version prepared for him. He looked good in a uniform, after all.

"Welcome, Mr. Meyers." The woman sitting down stood up as soon as they entered, and he shook her hand. It was soft and warm to the touch, and he loved the sensation of it.

"You can just call me John." He said.

"My name is Emily." She replied, before sitting back down. Anne went to go sit next to her, and they both had a clipboard in their laps.

"So, tell me about yourself." That was their first question, and the rest flew by in a blur. The two took turns asking questions, and there were so many they all blended together in his head. Was this all really necessary for a proper candidate? He knew he just came out of nursing school, but this was a little excessive. He seemed to be doing okay, though, because they smiled at him a few times, and kept nodding at him while he was talking. This must've been good news.

It was almost an hour later when they finished the last of the questions, and asked him if he had any questions for them. He shook his head, saying that they already answered them throughout the interview.

"Great. Everything seems to be in order. Do you think you can step outside for a few minutes while we discuss your credentials?" Emily asked.

He was a little bewildered. Don't they usually wait until the candidate exited the building to talk? He nodded anyway, and stood outside for a few minutes, watching the busy staff walk by him. He tried to listen in on their conversation, but the hospital was so advanced the rooms seemed to be sound proof, so the best he could do was scroll on his phone as he waited.

A few minutes later, the door opened, revealing Emily. "You can come back in." She said. His heart was pounding. Was this a good thing? Maybe they talked for a few seconds, both thinking he was terrible, and just wanted him to leave as soon as possible. What would he do then? Beg them for a job? Maybe even as a cleaning staff?

"We've discussed your credentials, and both find that you are well suited for the job." Emily started, with Anne nodding as well.

"Great!" He beamed. This was amazing, he wouldn't have to crawl back to his parents after all.

"There's just a small problem..." She continued. His heart sank immediately. This was bad. He knew he wouldn't be getting exactly what he wanted today. Maybe they just wanted him for a temporary stay?

Emily glanced at Anne, who continued. "I'm sure you've noticed during our walk that all the staff at the hospital, as well as the patients, are female."

He stared at her. Yes... he did notice, but he thought it was a coincidence. He could only nod in response. Well, why did they even interview him in the first place if they knew they could only hire a female nurse? He could feel himself get a little angry at this. It was the same everywhere else, everyone wanted a female nurse. He shouldn't have picked this profession in the first place.

"We have a way to remedy this, but we would need your full approval before we could undergo this process, of course." She continued.

He raised his eyebrows. Process? What did she mean?

"The research aspect of the institution has been studying a certain... drug for quite some time now, a drug that is able to transform people to the opposite sex. Of course, this has been developed for the purpose of patients that desire this to be done to them, but it will take a couple of decades before it's approved. In any case, there have been a few brave individuals, including the researchers themselves, that have taken the tablet, and have had no side effects, and have turned back as soon as they took another one. If you would like to work at our institution, we would require you to make this change, and be able to change back at the end of your shift every day. Would you be interested in doing something like this?"

He gaped at her, this must've been some sort of a joke. Someone paid them to pull this prank on him. He almost looked up to check if there was a camera or something, watching his reaction. "Um... I don't really know what to say." He scratched the back of his head. "I've never thought about anything like this before."

"I'm sure it's been difficult for you to find a nursing position as a male." Anne said, looking very knowledgeable.

He nodded. "Yeah, they're going to kick me out of my apartment soon if I don't get a job by the end of the month."

Emily smiled warmly. "Well, this seems like the perfect solution for you." She said, "and we pay handsomely since you're going to be one of our test subjects." She slid a paper across, and he gaped at the number. Handsomely, indeed.

"So, would I be changing completely into a female? Like my genitals, and my breasts?" He asked.

Anne and Emily nodded in synchrony. "Yes, everything will be exactly like a female's." This intrigued him. It might be sort of hot, experiencing being a female for the first time. He would be able to feel exactly how they felt when someone touched them, how they felt when they masturbated, how it felt when a guy paid attention to them. Well, he wouldn't be involving himself with a guy, but maybe he would be able to have a lesbian relationship. That might be sort of fun. He was still wondering if he would be a hot girl when he transformed when he realized the two women were staring at him.

"I... I need some time to think about it." He said.

"That's fine, since you won't be taking the pill until you meet the head nurse. Would Sunday at noon be okay?" Emily asked as she looked down at the papers attached to her clipboard.

He nodded. "Yes, I will let you know if I decide it's not for me." The two girls glanced at each other knowingly, like they knew he wouldn't say no to that offer, and bid farewell to him as he exited the hospital.

He had too much on his mind the next two days. Was he really going to go through with this? It seemed completely insane, and completely made up. He still believed in the back of his mind that someone must be messing with him. The two nurses may be laughing to each other about how gullible he was now.

He spent the next two days eating instant noodles and watching as much Netflix as he could to not think about what he was about to do. Jessica also wouldn't get the message. He blocked her on his cell phone, but she decided to message him on facebook instead, wondering if there was something wrong with his phone. He ignored her there, too. He didn't have time to worry about crazy girls right now, when he was about to undergo something from a science fiction novel, and may be making the worst decision of his life.

By Sunday, he knew he would have to go to the institution again. It was too late to cancel on them, and would seem incredibly unprofessional. He may very well go there and change his mind after meeting the head nurse, but he would go anyway just to see what they had in store for him. His heart was pounding on his entire car ride there, but felt his body relax when he finally reached the 5th floor once more.

He didn't have to do anything if he didn't want to, no one would be forcing him. This would be alright. Anne was there again, and walked him to the head nurse's office, and introduced her name as Mrs. Clark. She knocked on the door gently, and a rough sounding female's voice called them in. She stood up and shook his hand, and he stared at her for a few seconds. She seemed really familiar, like he had seen her somewhere before. Almost... too familiar. There was something he had to remember, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was. She was a big girl, and wore the same uniform as the rest of the women, except with a shoulder patch that seemed to indicate she was in charge of them. She had wavy black hair that was tied up in a bun, and a small pointed nose, which seemed to always be pointed directly at him.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Clark." He said finally, when he realized he had been shaking her hand too long while he was staring. He would figure out who she was later. They must've met at a supermarket one time or something of the sorts.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Meyers. I've heard from my girls that you did a great job during your interview, and they're interested in hiring you. They say you know about the pill?" She had a kind expression on her face, but he still felt as if something was off, like she knew something he didn't. Maybe it was the glint in her eyes. It made him feel a little uneasy, like maybe he shouldn't go through with it.

"Yes. I do." Was all he could say.

"And you're okay with going through with it? In order to secure the job?" She asked. He had thought this would be a second interview, but it seemed to just be a confirmation at her end. He didn't know if he was ready to go through with it that soon.

"When would I be taking the pill?" He asked cautiously.

"We're interested in you trying it out for the first time today, would that be okay on your end?" She asked.

What was he going to do now? It was his last chance to say no without making a fool of himself. And with her and Anne staring at him intently, how could he possibly chicken out now and say no? Besides, there were more pros than cons. He would be able to experience being the opposite sex, and be able to make a butt load of money. "Yes. That's fine." The two women looked slightly relieved at his response, like they didn't think he was actually there to say yes.

"That's great!" Anne said, clapping her hands together in happiness. "Let me bring up the contract for you to read through."

She pulled a large stack of paper from seemingly out of nowhere behind her, and he gaped at the pure size of it. Was this really necessary?

"We will give you some time to read the documents, Mr. Meyers. Anne and I will step out of the room." The head nurse said.

Anne looked bewildered for a second, but then composed her expression. He was too busy looking down at the stack of paper to care, though.

Outside, in the hallway, Anne stared at her boss. "You've never asked me to step out during a contract signing before. Is something wrong?"

Mrs. Clark's eyes seem to glimmer mischievously. "I never thought I'd believe in coincidences like this, but this is quite extraordinary."

"What are you talking about?"

"The man sitting in there... was the person who broke my Jessica's heart." Mrs. Clark revealed.

Anne couldn't help but gasp. "The one that kept telling your daughter he was in love with her and then disappeared off the face of the earth?"

"That's the one."

"Should we tell him to leave, then? Do you want to give him a good beating?"

Mrs. Clark chuckled. "I have a better idea, I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it."

"Tell me." Anne said, her eyes now brightening to match her boss's.

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John was glad that they gave him some alone time to read through it. The first 20 pages were about his actual job at the hospital and benefits involved, which seemed like it was all to order. Then, the next 20 pages detailed the transformation, with the associated research involved, about how no one had side effects but he was still not allowed to sue them even if he did have any negative effects. At the end, it was exactly what he expected, so he signed it with a flourish. He was mainly thinking about what would happen next, and was too worried about his new female body to care about any sort of contract. He wasn't even sure he cared about the heaps of money they were offering him, either.

"We will be conducting an examination after the transformation, just to make sure you have actually turned into a woman. This will help with the research as well. Don't worry, the head gynecologist is very experienced." The head nurse said. "A few of the nurses, including myself, will be present, as well as the researchers and a few from the gynecology team, is that okay with you?"

This was... a little overwhelming. That many people were going to be there to see him naked as a woman? He wouldn't really consider it as his own body, but it was still a little awkward. Would they be judging his womanly parts? And what if the transformation didn't work properly? And he still had one ball sack left or something weird? What if they all laughed at him? Again, he didn't feel like he could say no in this situation. He just nodded again, and they beamed once more at him. Though this time, the head nurse looked a little sinister, like she would be cackling at him at any moment.