Three days had passed since Ian was forcibly admitted to St. Cuthbert’s. He had been kept in isolation throughout and was sedated regularly.
Each late afternoon, nurses Gotobed and Ratched would enter the room and gently remove Ian’s pyjamas and nappy and give him a bed bath with warm soapy water. The drugs relaxed him and he welcomed the physical attention.
Ian frequently became aroused by their ministrations but the nurses would smile and ignore his manhood as they gently washed his body. Once cleaned, they would pin him back into a nappy and dress him in a clean pair of pyjamas then lift him into the chair by the bed where his slippers were placed on his feet. He would then be left for the remainder of the day contemplating his existence and the lost life that had been taken away from him.
Sitting by the window for hours on end, watching people come and go from the hospital caused him great anxiety. His one comfort was the softness of the pyjamas he wore. He caressed his legs and at times, when the nurses were not around, his manhood too, but the nappy, and the thick layer of winceyette prevented his ability to arouse himself.
Ian was losing his identity, becoming institutionalised; his behaviour was that of an inmate but there was nothing he could do about it. Twice a day a peep-hole in the door of his room slid open, and he knew he was being observed. One day, after being bathed and changed into a pair of red, grey and white striped winceyette pyjamas, nurse Gotobed and Ratched dressed him in his dressing gown and placed him in a wheelchair.
“Doctor Monroe thinks it is time to move you to a general ward, won't that be lovely?”
Asked Nurse Gotobed.
“We have a wonderful corner bed for you and there will be company too.” Ian was becoming used to the solitude and the thought of going into a general ward was quite alarming. He became increasingly agitated and expressed his wish that he did not want to leave his room. Unfortunately, he became a bit too forceful and as Nurse Ratched tried to calm him Nurse Gotobed filled a syringe with sedative.
“ No… I don't want... anymore of that.” He begged.
“You have no right to keep me here”.
Nurse Gotobed pushed up his dressing gown and pyjama jacket sleeve jabbing the needle into a vein, as the drug coursed through his body Ian began to lose consciousness, his last moment of awareness was being lifted into bed.
Ian woke up. He was groggy but slowly realised he was on the general ward. It was now dark outside but a few lights dimly lit the ward.
He became aware of two female patients standing on either side of his bed. Both were dressed in pink floral winceyette pyjamas and pink candlewick house coats with
“Property of St. Cuthbert’s," embroidered on a chest pocket.
One, the oldest one with long dark hair, was slowly caressing Ian’s pyjama clad arms which lay on top of the blankets.
“What beautiful pyjamas, not really suitable for a new patient are they?”
Ian could not summon the words to respond. He detected a faint smell of carbolic soap and for a moment he was reminded of a time when he lived with his grandparents bringing comforting and warm memories.
Distracted by his thoughts, he did not notice that the two pyjama clad women had pulled back his blankets revealing his pyjama clad body. With gentle yet swift movements the ladies began to undress him. He did not have the strength to resist and soon he was lying naked on the bed with only his nappy to protect his modesty.
The youngest of his assailants a woman no more than thirty, removed her dressing gown and slipped off her pyjama bottoms.
She had beautifully slender legs and Ian was becoming helplessly aroused beneath his nappy. Taking his pyjama bottoms she began to step into them, pulling them up and tying the cord high above her slender waist. Slowly she unbuttoned her pyjama jacket and slipped it off her shoulders.
She swapped her floral pyjama jacket for his striped one and hid her beautiful bosom beneath the layer of the winceyette he had just been wearing.
Intriguingly she then took her discarded floral pyjama jacket and began to slip it over Ian"s right arm and shoulders. The top still radiated the warmth of her body and the smell of carbolic soap as she placed his other arm into the sleeve. Then, pulling the jacket down the sides of his torso he shivered as her warm hand and the winceyette caressed his skin. She buttoned the tiny pink pearl buttons all the way up to his neck. The tightness around his neck was somewhat restrictive yet arousing. Lifting the bottoms she slid them up his legs and over his now engorged member hidden beneath his nappy.
Ian looked down the length of his body. He was taken aback at how feminine he looked and how he liked what he saw. The pyjamas were beautifully soft and warm; much softer than those which had just been removed from his body. The winceyette had been washed so often there was soft cotton pilling forming on the surface of the fabric.
As Ian enjoyed the sensation the patients drew the blankets up over his body and placed his pink pyjama clad arms atop the blankets. He was totally relaxed and began to sleep.
Nurse Gotobed and a male doctor were standing over him when he woke.
“Hmm ...This is a definite deterioration I’m afraid. It would appear the patient has regressed back to his childhood and is expressing this outwardly in his preference for women’s night attire.”
Ian tried to speak but nurse Gotobed placed her index finger across his mouth to shush him. “Not while the doctor is speaking.”
The doctor continued. “I’m afraid the only safe course of action at this point is to pander to the patients preference and not disrupt the illusion. I suggest we continue with mild sedation and ensure he only wears women’s pyjamas for the time being.”
As the doctor snapped his pen and turned to leave, Nurse Gotobed pressed her hand upon Ian’s lips and leaning forward whispered in his ear.
“What fun we and the other ladies of the ward are going to have dressing you in women's pyjamas. We have always dreamed of having a male doll to dress and play with all day. You’ll be our floral pyjama clad little boy.”
