The Change

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About a nurse ending her shift and changing into her street clothes...

Submitted: December 25, 2017

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Submitted: December 25, 2017

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“The Change”

 

She slid

out of

her chair

taking with her

a backpack

containing shoes

and a change

of clothes,

today

was a real

bitch

and she wasn’t

going to

wear her blue

scrubs

one foot farther

today

then she had

too

she took her

backpack

into a unused

examination room

and closed the

door

she didn’t sit

on the examination

table

for some reason

that odd crinkling

sound

that the thin

paper makes

when you sit

on it

just makes her

cringe

she backed herself

up against

the counter

with the sink

in it

and popped

herself

up on top

of it

she pulled up

one of her

long legs

and put the

heel of her

high top sneaker

on the handle

of a drawer

and started to

unlace it

causing the

pressure

to be slowly

released

on her foot

as the laces

begin to slide

themselves

through the eyelets

on her sneaker

her stress

from the day

starts to diminish

as she loosens

the laces

way more than

she needs too

till the sneaker

just dropped from

her foot,

the day had

tested her

and she’s still

not sure

if she had

passed

all of the day’s

tests

she relaxes

her

sneaker free

leg

letting it dangle

from the

counter top

she’s sitting on

as she pulls up

her other leg

repeating the

process

till the other

sneaker falls

beside its

opposite twin

she wiggles her

toes

the cool air

pushing against

the thin membrane

of her sock

is a refreshing

and calming

feeling

she thinks about

taking off her

socks

and letting the

cool air

caress her feet

but that can

wait

till she gets

home,

she puts both

palms

on the counter

and pushes down

holding her

full weight

above it

for a few

seconds

before pushing

off

and landing on

her toes

balanced on their

tips

for no reason

other than

she likes to

stretch her

legs

and arch her

back

in this fashion,

and as she

breaks this

pose

she drops the

lower half

of her blue

scrubs

letting them

ride

her long legs

all the way

down

to the floor

she steps out

of the blue

work day material

surrounding her

ankles

picks them up

and neatly folds

them

before setting them

on the thin

paper

of the examination

table

careful not to

crinkle the paper

as she goes

then she pulls

her top

over her head

folds it

and lies it

on top of

the previously

removed

bottom half

of her uniform

a feeling of

freedom

sweeps over her

as she stands

there

in her bra

and panties

a matching set

that would

dominate

the attention

of anyone

lucky enough

to see her

in them

but she has

no plans

as of yet

as to putting

them

on display,

she takes a

half step

to her backpack

reaches in

and pulls out

a pair of jeans

she works one

leg in

and then the

other

only pulling them

two thirds of

the way up

her legs,

that cool air

in the room

starting to have

an effect

on more than

just her feet

so she expedites

squeezing into

her very tight

black tee-shirt

the word

ROXY

spelled out

across her chest

she makes a few

adjustments

before tucking in

her shirt

and zipping up

her jeans

leaving the top

button

still undone

as she retrieves

a pair of

black booties

from her backpack

holding them together

before

dropping them

to the floor

both heels

striking the floor

simultaneously

and then

standing upright

on their own

she slips one

foot

partially into

the black bootie

before

reaching down

and using her

index finger

to get her

heel in

the same thing

with the other

bootie

before standing

erect

letting her feet

find themselves

in the black

booties

then running

her hands

along her jeans

then over her

top

double checking

the fittings

before letting

that final button

begin its job

of keeping the

whole look

tight

with an audible

snap,

she loads her

high tops

into the backpack

before putting

her scrubs

on top of them

she grabs a

pair of sunglasses

out of an inner

pocket

of her bag

before zipping

it up

and throwing the

backpack

over her left

shoulder

she slips on

her sunglasses

as she leaves

the confinements

of the examination

room

the harsh

overhead lighting

not so bad

when filtered

through

54 millimeter

polarized lens

she makes her

way

down the hall

and past reception

drawing

lots of looks

from co-workers

and patients

who were

unaware of

just how much

of a body

she had hiding

in there

behind that

baggy wall of

blue

she normally

wore,

she gave them

all

an ultra-bright

smile

as she leaned

against the door

the mid-day

summer sun

being held at

bay

from her

by a quarter-inch

of tinted

office door glass

but she can

feel

its heat

radiating

towards her

the sun

beckoning her

outside,

as her work

day

has come to

an end

and her real

life

is about

to begin…

 

Written for the Coolest

nurse ever…

 

Tom Allen…12-15-2017…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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