In 1957 Michael Nyland is one of the few male nurses working at Chelmsford Memorial Hospital. Matron Amanda Holliday and Doctor Lovejoy have uncovered his secret fetish for lingerie. One day he wakes up in one of the private wards tied to the bed dressed in silky full-slip, satin cami-knickers, sheer hose, high-heels; and makeup professionally applied and hair coiffured. Nurse Nyland has no choice but to satisfy the Doctor but is totally unprepared for life as a transvestite prostitute.
She may have answered the door wearing very little, but that wasn't the problem. She accidentally rates less than perfect and feels bad so she texts him and ends up inviting him over to eat with her. Turns out he's a little handsy. But will she stop him?
CAUTION! This is a very dark story with an ugly ending. It's pretty damn sick if I'm honest. There's no love or romance at all in this black tale of cheating, deceit and revenge. My wife was killed and my stepdaughter hurt in an auto accident; some guy I'd never heard of was driving them at the time. Turned out that my son and I hadn't ever really known the two women who'd been in our lives for the past eight years. In the end, everybody lost.