The Switch with contributions and edited by John Drake

  It was a very conservative Doctor’s office-a desk piled high with reports, patient files and various administrative paraphernalia. There were the obligatory books that every doctor had stacked on a shelf and never touched-each doctor had spent an arm and a leg purchasing them when they went to medical school and they were going to do something with them, even if that was only to decorate there office with them! There were the obligatory certificates on the wall encased in thick dull frames and a faded stained coffee cup on top of a pile of papers.
 Sitting behind the desk in a white coat was a conservative doctor. A little name badge indicated he was Doctor Douglas. He wore a very conservative pair of brown glasses; a very conservative neatly trimmed brown beard adorned his face. He held a clipboard up and made notes with a black pen though his attention seemed divided.

  The one not very conservative item in the entire office was a woman. She was five foot seven inches tall and her face had a desperate look plastered over it. She wore a very tight straitjacket, a Posey that someone had gone to a great deal of effort to make exceedingly tight. There were normally four straps on the back of a standard model this jacket had an extra three added between the standard straps so that there were seven in total-someone had pulled every single one of them so tight that you could literally see the patients flesh bulging around them, perhaps the jacket had been tailored to be a bit tighter as well around the female form. Where the pressure of the straps was distorting her body underneath every bit of slack had been removed from the jacket until it hugged her torso as tightly as a second skin, a vice made out of canvas its unwilling victim had no hope of escaping. She had no chance to move the jacket up or down one millimetre with even the most frantic of struggling, she was sore from two days of trying. She had a shapely body with a nice set of curves and the jacket clung to every part of it with a determined defiance, each strap had been tightly buckled at the back then the ends folded in on themselves and wedged back into the loops with perhaps a bit of packing material to make it impossible to open them without some form of mechanical assistance. Someone would have perhaps used a ruler to line every edge up and a pair of pliers to force the strap material so tightly in place! In any event, the jacket would not be opened any time soon without some considerable effort... 

  The patient’s arms had absolutely no movement whatsoever, the sleeves so tight that her elbows were forced into her rib cage framing her breasts. Her wrists were pulled into her chest so tightly that they went under her rib cage-they were drawn so tight that her chest was effectively crushed by the pressure. The outline of her hands and fingers could be seen through the canvas as well as her elbows and wrist bones pushing against it. The straitjacket arms were threaded through the central loop and the side loops but it was completely redundant, by this point the woman considered it a miracle if she ever saw her hands again. The strap joining the two sleeves together was so tight the patient inside had no chance of moving. It had also been neatly lined up with the rest and the end of the strap folded and rolled back on itself and wedged into the buckle loop with some sort of packaging material. The application of the arm straps probably meant that the patient had no feeling in her arms. They were dead-weight to her due to the duration of their confinement.

  The patient was squirming about in her chair. She couldn’t sit still, this was probably due to the crotch strap from the jacket-it was applied as tightly and as firmly as any of the other straps on the jacket, with considerable malice and forethought. It was quite redundant considering the tightness of the other straps but it had been applied with such ferocity that the strap was halfway hidden sinking so deep between the patient’s legs and between her buttocks that it practically disappeared. It must have driven the young woman slightly mad from the friction but again the end was securely folded away where she had no chance of reaching it, her chances of persuading anyone to help her seemed to be a fairly distant memory.

  The straitjacket was fairly conservative compared to the rest of her outfit. She was wearing a pair of tight red rubber shorts that barely covered anything. The crotch strap of the jacket sunk between her legs making sure that the rubbery material was in direct contact with her most intimate areas. A pair of suspenders and a set of bright day glow orange fish net stockings adorned her legs and she also wore a pair of shoes-six inch strap on heels. They were in the same style but the right shoe was banana yellow and the left was deep purple. 
  Her hair looked a complete mess. Starting from the right, the first third of it had been shaved off the middle third had been dyed dark blue and formed into a kind of pony tail high up on the back of her head while the last third of her hair had been dyed light green and folded back curled over the top at right angles to the rest of her hair and the shaved section. She had a spiked choker collar that looked like it would be at home on a pit bull, not a woman and someone had buckled it rather tight. Fluorescent pink eye shadow was plastered on her with purple lipstick on her upper lip and green lipstick on her lower lip. She had piercings through her nose and there was a ring-quite a solid one, an inch and a half through her sternum. 
  On her right ear there was a series of piercings starting with a large silver ring then a few millimetres behind that a smaller bronze ring and so on with a similar alternating pattern with a total of six rings.   
  It was quite apparent that the patient had both nipples pierced. Large rings could quite easily be seen pushed against the canvas jacket. Also her tongue had a pair of very fat barbell studs through it that made her talk a little funny, well a little funny was quite charitable she was having to put a great deal of effort in to be understood.

  Then there were the tattoo’s on her right cheek. There was a pair of dice landing on double six it was quite artistically shaded but also covered quite a large area of her cheek-maybe four inches across. 
  Around her neck there was a pattern of creeping Ivy, on her right thigh there was a tattoo of a green and blue oriental dragon winding around her thigh. On her left thigh there appeared to be a Harley Davidson being ridden by two Amazonian women dressed in lingerie they seemed to be fighting and kissing at the same time both were dressed like Betty Page. 
  Just peaking out from below her too-tight hot pants there was a highly scripted tattoo stating ‘Spank me I’m naughty!’ All of these items combined did not help the patient’s credibility one bit.
  Dr Douglas shifted his glasses and looked at his notes;
    "So let me get this right, Miss Green. According to you, you’re really Doctor Stewart and that the Doctor Stewart that you arrived with is actually your patient, Miss Green?” The doctor’s tone indicated that he didn’t believe the desperate woman.
  The woman opposite him squirmed in her chair and tried to speak as calmly as she could going over her words slowly trying to pronounce with her mouth full of the dam tongue studs;
    "Tats… That’s right, Yoo...you have to be... believe me! She Ober… overpowered me at the garage and put me in a Strit...straitjacket in the am...ambulance I was using to transport her then she al-altered the paperwork to make it look like I am her!" She rasped.
  The doctor looked at her without any belief in her story but he had procedures that he had to go through.
    “Okay Miss Green. Can you explain why you don’t look anything like your file?” He left it an open question.
  She took a deep breath and started to talk as quickly as she could;
    “I w-woke up in the dam strrraitjacket-she must have used a traaanquilizer,” she managed, tortuously,”...gagged and ho...hooded me! Later she thtopped off at some shops and came back with most of this stuff-the m-make-up, the hair d-dye, the clothes and this collar! First, she sh-shaved some of my hair off then she colourrred the rest like this! She used ind-industrial dye not hair dye it w-won’t come out and it makes my head itch and I cant s-scratch, can you imagine what that’s like after two days?” The patient briefly tried to rub her head against the back of the chair “Sh-she also dyed her hair so that it looks like mine and cut it to m-match. She put this d-dam dog collar on me, she did my m-make up like this then put me in these sst-stupid slutty clothes! I can barely walk in these shoes my toes hurt my tendons ache and I can’t g-get them off! Worse she t-told me she threw out my entire wardrobe and replaced it with this stuff. Well, I think s-she took my best s-stuff for herself then got the kinky s-stuff on my credit card-it makes me look like some kind of pervert! Please can’t you loosen this crotch strap-its driving me c-crathy!” She lisped.
  The doctor rolled his eyes;
    “It is not our policy to loosen restraints on dangerous patients. Go on, out with the rest of it.”
  The patient took a deep breath. She was getting used to speaking with the tongue studs. She didn’t sound like herself but if she was slow and used short words she could be understood;
    “She s-stuffed my mouth with cotton wool and wrapped a wide s-stretchy bandage around it, left me in the ambulance and drove s-somewhere I am not sure where. S-she came in the back with a dog leash and led me out in public like this and into some s-sort of tattoo shop run by a pair of psycho lesbians. She said I had lost a bet and now I was going to have s-some tattoos. She convinced that pair that I was just some drunken bimbo who really wanted all thisss.” She was still having some trouble speaking but she calmed herself, took a few breaths and then continued, concentrating very hard. “They had straps on the tattoo chair so I couldn’t move about much and they didn’t bother to remove my gag when they did the tattoos on my legs then they removed the crotch strap and the hot pants it’s too e-embarrassing!”
  The doctor may have been listening or he may have been looking at the crossword next to him;
    “Please go on.”
  The patient was turning red;
    “They shaved me down there until I was as smooth as a Barbie! They had my legs strapped in place and used some sort of electrolysis kit to kill the roots to all the hairs so it wouldn’t re-grow then they put two rings through my c-clitoris now every time I even breath it rubs against the crotch strap its driving me crazy. They flipped me over and tattooed that ‘SPANK ME’ on my bottom they decided it would be a good idea to spank me then! The bitches then strapped me to the head rest and added the dice tattoo to my face, and the vine one around my neck.” She took a breath, “It gets worse. From there Miss Green then decides that I need my make up permanently tattooed on. So they un-gag me and before I can complain wrench my jaw open with some sort of metal apparatus and they tattoo my lips and around my eyes with this dam stuff I don’t have any way to get it off now...” A tear formed in the corner of her eye.
  The doctor looked at her;
    “Well Miss Green I can’t say I would have chosen it for you.”
  She shook her head anger creeping into her voice;
    “You’re not listening! I didn’t choose it she did! Then she says while I’m there in the chair they might as well go the whole way, they get some forceps and they pierce my tongue with these dam bars. They gag me again then they pierced my ear and put this thing in my nose. Next she looks at me and squeezes my breasts she says might as well finish the job. They get me out of the jacket I try to struggle but there are three of them and two of them think this is a joke or a bet or something they pierce both my nipples at the base with these horrible t-hick rings and now I am stuck with them! Then they force me back in the straitjacket. They help her make it so tight...” The doctor looked at his watch, got up and walked over to the door. He opened it and gestured outside holding up one hand to the patient.
    "Just a second Miss Green, do you mind coming in here a minute Doctor Stewart?”

  A blond woman of five foot six wearing a white coat, thick glasses and sensible shoes walked into the room. She had one hand behind her back-something black and rubbery was in it;
    "Director,” she began, “...so good to see you. I see that Miss Green has been spreading more nasty unfounded rumours about me..."
  The director looked at the woman in the white coat and the patient. "Yes Doctor Stewart quite correct. I am afraid we might have to use those extra discipline methods we were talking about.” The patient in the chair glared daggers at the woman in the white coat.
  The woman in the white lab coat got closer to the woman in the jacket, "Yes director, it’s a pity but Miss Green does need to be controlled, as we discussed. From now on she is to be gagged whenever she is outside a therapy session. I am afraid that it will have to be the heavy duty pump gag to ensure her compliance.” The woman slowly started to organise the mass of rubber straps as the director looked on;                    
    "Yes Doctor Stewart. She is your patient, if you think its best.”
  The patient saw what was coming and tried to move away she had been a little shocked to see the woman enter the room she started to become desperate shouting;
    "No! No, you’re both mad-you have to believe me! Get that thing away from me! No mmmppphh!”

  The woman in the lab coat had forced a semi inflated rubber balloon into her patient’s mouth. She had pulled the muzzle tightly into place, locking it over her jaw and meticulously pulled the straps tight one by one until the rubber was stretched over its unwilling victim then the gag was pumped until the smallest protest from her patient could not be heard. The woman was pushed back into her chair she squirmed and worked her jaw around the gag looking daggers at the woman in the white coat.                   
    "Now she is nice and quiet! I think we need to discuss security arrangements. She has proven quite a dangerous delusional woman in the past so I suggest we keep her in one of the high security leather jackets-the ones with the tight collar and the arms secured behind the back. Security ankle shackles with a short spreader bar will also be needed to prevent her kicking the orderlies and nurses. Also there is a case to use the security mittens under the jacket to completely eliminate any chance of her using her hands.”
  The director seemed to have started drifting back to his crossword;
    "As you say, she is your patient.”
The woman sitting in the chair would not stand for this she started to stamp her heels on the floor in protest. The woman in the white coat simply stood up walked over to her and grabbed her by the collar she pulled her up to her feet and pulled her over to a corner radiator, a simple clip from the collar to the radiator pipe and the woman in the jacket was suddenly busy standing on her toes with the heels an inch off the floor trying to balance.
  The woman returned to her seat with a certain zeal as she continued;                    
    "Now after that rude interruption to illustrate my point we need to eliminate opportunities for her to misbehave-it will be important in controlling her disruptive behaviour. Normally patients are allowed out of their restraints for an hour’s exercise. I don’t believe it will be safe to let Miss Green out. She should have use of the exercise yard but still remain restrained I think a two hour session on the tread mill on the high setting should give her sufficient exercise. When she is put to bed she was known for misbehaving so an isolation hood-one of the rubber ones and a sleep sack will minimize her opportunity's to misbehave. Eight hours there and a little sleeping draft to help her rest.”
  The director completed one of the across clues and chimed in;
    "If I might add, we should schedule your hour therapy session in the afternoon so that the sedatives can fully work through her system.”

  The patient managed to manoeuvre around to see the two of them she was desperately shaking her head and pleading with her eyes as they discussed her treatment in front of her. The sadistic woman in the white coat continued; 
    "That's an excellent idea, director! Now, she has played up during feeding sessions and the pump gag does have a hollow tube to allow force feeding so we will put her down for three meals a day. I think light rations to start with-she has put on a bit of weight at the old hospital. She played up at other times so her bathing will be every two days. A full shower under lock-down conditions, for other matters I think a large rectal discipline plug, extra thick diapers and that security rubber underwear will be of a beneficial therapeutic value, it will also eliminate her ability to masturbate-she is full of vices! "
The patient gave her a look of disbelief there was an embarrassed blush and a few tears before she returned to staring daggers.
  The doctor scanned through the patient file in front of him. There were a ridiculous number of patient incidents;                    
    "Dr Stewart you are a little lenient considering the patient’s history..."
  The woman in the white coat smiled;
    "Well I am sure she will be better behaved with a regular regime of retention enemas three times a day. Let’s start her on two litres of warm water and a quarter litre of soap solution with two-hour retention.”
  The patient’s eye‘s went round as saucers. She shook her head and muffled expletives. The director looked at the patient file again-what WAS three down he asked himself;
    "That's a start but a patient this disruptive could benefit from twice that volume. We will get her there eventually. Some of the other doctors have come up with an experimental corporal discipline therapy for badly behaved patients. Can I put Miss Green down for an hour of that therapy daily before your daily session with her, her rear already has an open invitation stencilled on it...”
  The woman in the white coat looked through some papers "of course director. I am sure she would benefit greatly from it, I see nurse Olga has been trained as a deep tissue masseur, an hour or two a week would I am sure be beneficial for Miss Green.”
  The patient shook her head no. The director solved his crossword clue;
    "I am sure that is in order. Olga likes to give her patients a nice big ice cold enema then plug them before starting. She says it has considerable benefits before she tightly straps them down.”

  The patient could not believe what she was hearing! Soon, very soon she would be in a far worse position than she ever imagined possible!
  And so it continued with the patient screaming into her gag in the background being ignored the woman in the white coat slowly building up a list of cruel and unusual therapies...

                                 THREE DAYS EARLIER

  Dr Stewart looked at the paperwork in front of her. She was in a very good mood- sometimes the universe handed you your enemies hogtied on a platter; this was one of those times. A Dr Green had turned out to be a fraud she was now simply Miss Green. Dr Stewart considered it a fair turnabout. Miss Green had been able to pass as a psychiatric doctor-a significant crime. She had been impersonating one for the best part of four years, in fact she impersonated one so well she’d ended up being able to apply to be in the running for a very good job. It came to two candidates and Dr Stewart lost out to Miss Green, losing a very good opportunity to further her career. 
  Dr Stewart was forced to reflect on what had happened. After that she had lost her confidence had been forced to take a low paid job in a backwater asylum, had to sell her house, lost her boyfriend and became estranged from her family-all because of this. It was sweet, sweet joy when who gets found out as a fraud but Dr Green. The woman did not know when to quit and to fake insanity to get out of jail time was not a sensible idea when all the people you made look idiots had a hand in her treatment. Then it got so much better the doctor was practically salivating in anticipation it was so sweet. Dr Stewart had the opportunity to transfer Miss Green to one of the strictest psychiatric institutions on the map and there was a job there too.... 
  She could literately become Miss Green’s keeper, in-charge of her every waking moment! She couldn’t believe her luck. There were several senior hospital staff that would not mind Miss Green being taken down a peg and her history was known. 

  There was an ambulance that was taking Miss Green to the psychiatric institution, however there was no driver available for the transfer. Dr Stewart had done some part time work as a delivery driver before she qualified as a doctor so she could drive a vehicle of that size and she figured a patient already restrained in a secure straitjacket would be no problem, she was very sure of that fact!

...Three hours later 

  It was a pity no one realized Miss Green was good at lock picking and forging. The ambulance stopped at a service station and she took advantage of a large paperclip attached to some paperwork left just where she could reach it with her teeth. She was free of the locked seat belt then free of the jacket. Soon after, when she had a bit of room to manoeuvre it was her intention of escaping from the hospital they put her in but this would be so much more satisfying! Green looked through the doctor’s possessions stored in the back of the ambulance. Then bam! Miss Green changes. After a little time someone returned to the ambulance not paying attention and the doctor was a little different, the patient was also a little different-and a little distressed!
  Miss Green gloated as she took to her new role;                
    "Dear isn’t it funny, twenty minutes ago you were telling me how your life was ruined when I got the job meant for you, how your boyfriend left you for me, well on a side note you can have him-he ran off three months ago with the deposit for the wedding and my Accountant! You were going on about how you were going to get your revenge and break both my mind and my body with a number of unproven therapies well guess what-“                
    "-You can’t pretend to be me, someone will notice!” Unwisely, she added defiantly, “You couldn’t keep a man happy for long I see!” 
  Green looked coldly at her;
    "That wasn’t a man that was a dog! I don’t think you realise the difference a pair of glasses and a bottle of hair dye can make-you can pass for me and I can pass for you! The hospitals are very cheap-they use the same equipment to make the patient files and the doctors and the I.D. badges. I’ve already swapped them over thanks for transporting the hard copies and in a few minutes I will have used your computer and a few little holes in the systems to swap our electronic records around medical records dental records finger prints all of it. I might embellish the file a little so I have a justification do be a little stricter on you. Also, if you continue to bug me I might decide you need a complete make-over. Maybe you tried to run and made all sorts of changes to yourself so you could hide! It failed utterly of course..."
  Dr Stewart bridled;                
    "You wouldn’t dare-you couldn’t! I won’t tell you the password to the laptop, you can’t make me.”
  Miss Green laughed in a most unsettling way;                
    "Dear, the password was written on the back of your note book and it was password1234.”
  Panic filled Dr Stewart’s eyes. Her voice started to falter, panic and doubt entering it;                    
    "No, you can’t do this to me, not again please! I was just joking about making you sleep in a hogtie, that plan to put you on the experimental constant flow enema machine and make you run a treadmill in high heels was just a joke!”
  Miss Green approached Dr Stewart’s luggage. She started to rummage through it;                               
    "-Dr Stewart or should I say Miss Green? It is a very serious crime to impersonate a doctor so I think no one will mind if you are treated quite harshly. Now you need to be quiet."
  Dr Stewart’s eyes went as big as saucers;
    "No don’t go into my bag no those gym socks haven’t been washed in a week! No, please you can’t expect me to fit that many please no what are you doing? No, mm mmm mmmpph!"
    “What was that I couldn’t hear you? Did you say that you think I could fit another one in? Okay, I will try...” 
    “Moo! Mmm mmmpph mmm mmm mmm!” 
    “Well isn’t that a nice improvement! One more sock can’t hurt.” 
    “mmm mmm mm mm …  …. …” 
  Miss Green picked up a spandex hood
    "Now this nice tight hood should keep you quiet. Don’t you wish you had washed your gym socks? Such poor taste in clothes, such slutty underwear under them... Miss Green, I will have to do something about that." 
  A cloth with something on it was held up to Dr Stewart’s nose and she blacked out.

…Back in the present-

  After unhooking her collar and taking her through the institution Miss Green was dragged into the hospital room by a tall nurse with a name tag that said Olga. A second nurse followed behind with a trolley crammed with various restraints and devices.
  Dr Stewart came into the room and sat down on a chair. She started to watch the show with a clipboard, a cup and a thermos flask full of coffee. She would have liked some popcorn but that would have been too obvious. Inside her head the patient considered how there was no possible way it could have gone any worse, she had a chance to convince the other doctor that there had been a switch and she had failed she needed to think up a new plan of action escaping from the jacket was definitely out she had tried that for two days. She could throw a fit fight and struggle when they changed her but that would only play into the hands of her captor she needed to convince everyone around her that she was going to be well behaved
  Nurse Olga looked at the patient;
    “Well we certainly have a crazy little girl here but we know how to deal with crazies.” Miss Green gave the nurse a withering look and protested into her gag. “It says you are to be gagged at all times-I think that we can make this little muzzle a little more secure...” Nurse Olga grabbed the straps on the back of the gag there was a protesting squeal of rubber and the strap was a notch tighter Miss Green didn’t think it was possible but the muzzle was even more securely clamped about her jaw. Nurse Olga stroked her chin “the one problem with these muzzle gags is the pump slowly lets air out so you have to pump it back up at least once a day to keep it effective.” Two more pumps on the gag and ‘Miss Green’ was unable to make a coherent sound, the balloon pushed the studs into her tongue and the floor of her mouth it was uncomfortable but there was little she could do about it. The nurse stroked her head, “You will be a compliant little girl or things will be far more uncomfortable for you.”
  The patient thought, just wait until they find out about the switch I think I will get the nurses to try on this equipment to give them a bit of perspective!
  Olga gripped the patient Miss Green firmly by the collar; “Now we are going to get you out of this tight little jacket. If you give us any problems we’ll have to think up a punishment. Do you understand?” A very nervous ‘Patient Green’ nodded and made affirmative muffled mews even as she was starting to tear up. The nurses had a little difficulty getting the back straps unfastened and eventually nurse Olga had to use a pair of forceps to pull the end of the arm strap free before she could get the buckle undone. The new patient sighed in relief as the pressure on her arms released and some small amount of feeling began to creep back into them she could also breathe a little easier. Her arms were dead weight as the nurse pulled them out of the side loops and through the front loop to stay hanging at her side. For the briefest of moments she considered making a run for it but in her current shoes with her arms as useless as they were she would get three paces and then the nurses would have a reason to make things even more uncomfortable for her. Better to bide her time when she was finished with the impostor she would spend so long inside the jacket that she would forget what her arms looked like let alone how to use them. 
  The nurse used the forceps to pull the rest of the straps loose and the erstwhile Doctor Stewart was anticipating it as she felt the nurse work on the crotch strap. It felt so good to have the dam thing removed even if the nurse had to pull a little to get the strap free from its home between her buttocks and the too-tight rubber short shorts. She moaned into her gag in delight, the nurse Olga patted her on the shoulder;
    “I am sure you enjoyed that but we have strict rules here dear about playing around. Now the jacket will soon come off, so I expect you to behave!” Her prisoner nodded emphatically. She felt her back creak as each strap was released finally after the best part of two days, the jacket was removed and she could take a deep breath again it was wonderful not to have her torso crushed in its canvas prison. She thought again about making a fight but with her numb arms and recently squeezed torso ‘Patient Green’ (as the hospital records stated) felt her arms as dead weight, she could barely coax them to move let alone put up any form of defence. There was a little light at the end of the tunnel as the nurse took some oils and started to massage her weak limbs and torso. It felt very good and she enjoyed the sensation, barely realising that she was effectively standing there naked apart from the pair of hot pants. Olga’s hand brushed over her poor pierced nipples and the newly-titled Miss Green moaned into her gag again at the sensation. She was going to enjoy getting every single piercing removed especially those two, however long it took.
  All too soon the nurse stopped;
    “There we are, done. Your muscles should feel much better. Now to get those fingers of yours put away where they can’t cause any trouble.” Stewart could just about feel the sensation returning to the tips of her fingers. There was the beginning of the sensation of pins and needles. The nurse trimmed her nails down to nothing. They could keep her in a pair of these mittens from anywhere up to two months. She knew about the security mittens-they were designed for long term wear but they also supported the hands and wrists. She would probably be in a more comfortable position wearing them when she was stuffed back into a straitjacket but this was the last chance she had to escape. With the mittens added she would not be able to open a door or remove the muzzle. With a sigh, the patient resigned herself to her fate, though she plotted an equally elaborate revenge on the impostor hanging her up by her toes maybe, or a toe thumb hogtie. 
  The nurse, Olga started to work the sandwich of leather and rubber over her hands. The security mittens were a piece of work-the mittens having a glove on the inside, each finger had its own pocket. At the wrist of the mitten was a strap, a single firm pull and the mitten was locked-on strap comfortably gripping her wrist. The external strap came loose the mittens were not reusable there was nothing to undo to get them off. The woman sighed again as the second nurse handed Olga a sort of glue gun. The gel gun had two substances in two tubes that came out into a single nozzle to mix into and set after twenty seconds;
    “Now this will tingle a little, don’t panic.” Olga put the nozzle of the gun to the mitten to a special valve and pulled the trigger. To the former doctor it felt like her hand was being enveloped in a sort of syrup it didn’t feel bad but it did feel a little odd. The gel started to expand and every gap between her fingers disappeared. She felt the gel set on her right hand first then a few seconds later her left hand. She could flex them a little but her hands were now two useless sealed flippers. With the security mittens under the jacket or just on there own they completely eliminate any chance of her using her hands for all but the simplest of tasks. Still it gave the patient an idea about revenge on the impostor a pump gag filled with this gel a permanent punishment! Olga patted her in a reassuring gesture, “Don’t worry, you’re now far less likely to get into trouble.”
  Out of the corner of her eye the prisoner saw the second nurse reaching for a large piece of black rubber. She made a distressed mewing sound as her brain realised what was going to happen next. Nurse Olga half hugged her, half tackled her before she could start to back away, “Now I am afraid my dear I have to make you a little more uncomfortable. If you behave and don’t struggle I will make it go as easy as possible but if you struggle then we forget the lubricant.” 
  Her eyes went wide when she saw the plug, she knew the threat was real and she really didn’t want that plug forced where she knew it was going but fighting it seemed to be a really bad idea. Olga gently led her over to a padded bar and gently pushed her down so that she was leaning over it. The esteemed doctor who was now a prisoner found her arms pulled behind her and a strap wrapped around them. With a slight protest from her arms they were brought up behind her and secured to a strap hanging down from the ceiling the position was humiliating but not uncomfortable she was sure that if she resisted the position could easily become very uncomfortable, at least she was sure she would finally lose the humiliating hot pants.
  She heard the snap of a pair of latex gloves as the nurse got ready and felt the hot pants slowly pealed away from her body, worked down her legs then she felt a tug and stepped out of them. Slowly the nurse opened a jar and started to apply a cool soothing cream to her rear and crotch. She used a wipe to make sure that the area was clear, it felt quite relaxing in a strange way. The recalcitrant patient restrained her urges and sighed into her gag. She felt the nurse’s rubber covered fingers approached the cleft of her ass and tensed up, 
    “Now just relax and this will be better for you.” Their patient tried to relax as a cool lubricating solution was worked around her rosebud. 
  Slowly the nurse worked one finger into her rear then another and another-more and more lubricant was applied. Doctor Stewart found her body betraying her from the stimulation her nipples were getting hard and the area between her legs was starting to tingle. She bit down onto the gag between her lips as she could feel her hips moving with the nurse’s fingers.   
  There was another dollop of lubricant and the head of the plug was pushed up against her bottom. The patient felt her arousal crash as the massive plug was slowly and gently worked inside her the stretching was unpleasant to say the least but the nurse slowly worked the plug in;
    “Calm down. This wont take long, just relax-there’s a good girl.” Then it was over and a single tear of humiliation rolled down her red face. The nurse patted her on the behind and gently kissed her on the side of her muzzled face, “I am afraid its doctor’s orders you have to wear a large rectal discipline plug. It is a very good idea for you to behave like a good little girl. These plugs have a nasty electrical surprise if you don’t.” The former doctor had experienced an electrical shock before from a faulty hair dryer, she had no intention of finding out how bad the plug could be-she would be a very well behaved patient. 
  The nurse patted her on the back again;
    “Now the next part will be a bit different, we need to clean you out inside. I will make it easy to begin with you will cope. Now be a big strong girl for me and we will get through this together.” That was easy for nurse Olga to say, thought the woman but the nurse had been fairly gentle with her so far-a fact that she was appreciating and would probably evaporate at the slightest hint of any real resistance, She was already considering her revenge maybe putting one of these plugs in the impostor and having her doing laps against a timer that shocked her if she didn’t keep up. 
  The plug was a strange sensation buried in her backside she felt unpleasantly full but it had been well lubricated and gently placed. Nurse Olga connected a tube to the plug;
    “I am going to start with a small dose of warm soapy water, just relax and everything will be okay.” The nurse released the clip and slowly a flow of warm soapy water invaded her body. She felt her stomach twitch and she bit down hard on her gag. It was an exceptionally strange sensation and the first time she had ever had an enema. She could feel her feet hurting. They were keeping her in the dam stilettos and the ridiculous fishnet stockings! The nurse did something and the flow of water stopped. She gently stroked her patient-Miss Green, “Now you’re just going to have to hold it for a bit like a good girl.” After a few seconds the doctor felt a wave of relief course through her body as the water was allowed to flow away. There was the sound of a bucket being tipped down a drain and the nurse was all too soon standing behind her with another tube ready to attach it to the plug, Olga patted her on the bottom, “There, that wasn’t so bad! The next one will be a little bit bigger but be brave.”
 The nurse started again... ‘Patient Green’ slowly felt herself filling again but it was getting more and more uncomfortable, slowly a second tear rolled down her cheek. The nurse patted her on the back, “Miss Green I am sure that it is a little strange but you must adapt. The doctor has insisted that you have a regular regime of retention enemas three times a day with warm soapy water with a two hour retention and if you resist I am afraid I have been instructed to punish you harshly.” Slowly the flow of water was shut off and the plug was sealed. She realised that she would have to retain that water for quite a long period of time! And that she had been crying quite a lot! She felt very full, bloated and in no way did she have the smallest intention of fighting back or giving the nurses any excuse to make it worse than it already was, she could picture her revenge seeing how the nurse and the impostor liked the same treatment.
  The nurse released a little of the pressure on the woman‘s arms and lightly ran her hands over her stomach making sure that she was not in a lot of discomfort;
    “Now my dear, I am afraid that due to the fact you’re going to be kept secured in a gag and other restraints we need to make a provision that you can’t make a mess...”
  The transformed doctor’s face went red as she worked out what was coming next. Olga passed some sort of cloth over her crotch it must have been a hospital version of a baby wipe then some powder was applied to her rear. There was a sort of adult diaper that was like a big pair of padded panties the patient stepped into it and Olga gently pulled it up over her legs past her thighs to rest tightly over her hips it was elasticated and extra thick. She resigned herself to the fact that from now on she would be forced to wear diapers like a little girl and there was no way she could persuade them otherwise. Olga patted her on the bottom in a reassuring way;
    “Just one more layer to go and we will be finished for now.” Then she started to apply the second layer of the diaper-the secure rubber underwear. It was like a large pair of short shorts. Olga was mindful of the plug and the water sitting inside her poor charge. She slowly and carefully moved the rubber garment over the top of the cloth diaper completely covering it. ‘Miss Green’ had a slight twinge of discomfort while the plug pushed in but that and a certain tightness about her middle and the nurse was finished the padding between her legs was a humiliating sensation and restricted her movement. 
  Her attendant walked over to the cart and returned with a roll of thick adhesive tape. She whispered in her ear;
    “The doctor says all of this will be of a beneficial therapeutic value, what that is I can’t guess. They also said that you masturbate far too often.” Her pet turned red. The nurse patted her on the bottom then flicked one of her nipple rings. “I guessed as much seeing your pierced nipples and clit. I have something that might make you more comfortable.” 
  The nurse applied a little X of the adhesive over each of her charge’s pierced nipples- it would make it far easier to prevent pain and discomfort with anything rubbing up against them, it would also make it harder for her to get off but that was the last thing in Stewart’s mind at the moment! 
  The patient was now in the middle of a full blown revenge fantasy of keeping the impersonator trapped in similar humiliating garments with a nice pink bonnet. The nurse released her arms and slowly helped her to stand. The woman felt the water peculating inside her but the slower she moved the more comfortable it was. Olga checked her arms then gestured to the second nurse who held up a heavy piece of brown leather.   
  The ersatz Miss Green got a look at the jacket. It made the Posey jacket she had been encased in look about as sturdy as a paper napkin by comparison! A look of fear spread across her face and she took a half step back the Posey jacket was tight but this item could become a literal corset. Olga fixed her with her gaze;
    “Now my dear Miss Green, you’re going to be a good girl and let us put you into a high security straitjacket it is designed for long term wear so it can be a lot more comfortable than the jacket you came bundled up in but that is only if you don’t resist. If you do we will tighten it until your bones bend and you are on your knee’s begging to be put back in the other jacket. Do we have an understanding?” ‘Patient Green’ nodded her head enthusiastically tears spilling onto her cheeks and muzzled chin.
  Olga held up the jacket wordlessly. The patient sighed and held up her arms as best she could. The nurses slowly began to feed her limbs into the thick jacket.

  The nurse seemed to like to talk as she pulled the jacket up her patient’s arms;
    “These high security jackets are quite a piece of work. There is an inner layer, a cotton/silk blend that makes them quite comfortable. There is a layer of neoprene padding between the silk and the leather that helps to make them a little bit easier to wear.”
  Miss Green felt her mittens hit the ends of the leather sleeves. The jacket was very heavy, the leather very thick but also very soft it must have been processed quite thoroughly. The nurse stroked her hair;
    “The jacket is tailored with specific reinforcements-Kevlar pads around area‘s that could be weak points, around the ends of the sleeves, the elbows, the shoulders, the neck, the seam at the back where the straps join too. There is also extra padding under the arms and at the bend of the arm so that its more comfortable for long term wear!” There were seven straps down the back of the jacket each one was made of leather but seemed to have a metal thread sewn through it to reinforce it and make it harder to cut. The straps were offset so one buckled left to right and the next one down buckled right to left-it was probably some idea about making it harder to get to the straps but the prisoner almost considered it purely aesthetic. 
  The nurse-Olga pulled each strap fairly tight but not so that it was uncomfortable, she was trying to restrain the patient without crushing the life out of her. Still, the unfortunate woman found the simple weight of the jacket restrictive. Olga looked at her face to face;
    “Now is everything okay? Just nod your head that it’s comfortable.”
  ‘Miss Green’ hesitated for a few seconds then nodded her head-it was not that bad. Olga laid the end of each of the seven straps flat against the back of the jacket. There were raised sections like one end of a bolt at the back of the jacket, the holes in the straps fitted through them. She used a special key to screw a stud over the top effectively locking each strap tightly in place. Olga gently reached between her legs and grasped the wide strap;
    “Now be a good girl and spread your legs slightly.” Slowly she spread her legs as Olga got the strap firmly in place. There was a little twitch as the plug moved in her behind but it was quickly over and Olga had buckled the strap tightly in place. “There’s extra padding in the jacket to make this more comfortable. Don’t resist and I won’t have to make it too tight.” Olga fed her left arm then her right arm through the two loops at the back of the jacket and her arms ended up in a position like a loose box tie. The strap was brought in front of her then buckled shut. 
  She knew her arms were useless in this position and it also made her arch her back and push out her ass and breasts giving her more curves inside the tight jacket. The nurse patted her on the head;
    “Very good girl! Now just a few more redundant straps and we are finished.” Two more straps were added. They secured her upper arms to the side of the jacket. ‘Patient Green’ felt the jacket-it was very heavily padded around the arms if she had to sleep in it which she would it would not be painful, just stiff, still The patient could just see a point beyond this when she was free and the impostor was recognized and placed in a jacket like this but one tightened to its full extent. 
  Olga slowly walked over to the equipment cart the second nurse handed her an item, it looked like a pair of shackles attached to a ten inch spreader bar. The bar and the shackles were not completely ridged but connected together with ball joints. They looked really thick and heavy but had a lot of what appeared to be neoprene padding around the ankles. They looked restrictive but Doctor Stewart guessed not that terrible... Olga walked up to her;
    “Now my dear, I would have used these earlier but you have been behaving so well I didn’t really need them but the doctors say you need to have them.” Obediently, her charge held out her right foot. Thinking to herself how the impostor who was watching all this with glee would eventually get a set of her very own. There was a bit of fiddling and the tight oval shackle locked in place. She moved her other foot into position and was then effectively hobbled. She was truly helpless, unable to speak or run-not that she could have moved very fast in the stiletto heels! She could not use her arms or do much of anything else, she was totally helpless and dependant. Olga stroked her legs, her hand gently passing over the fishnet stockings;
    “They say you are a real wild one, cursing kicking and so on. I don’t see it myself but maybe so long in that punishingly tight straitjacket calmed you down. As long as you behave you will be comfortable, relatively speaking...” 
  Olga hugged her and strangely, her patient found herself enjoying the human contact, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here?

  The nurse went back to the trolley and looked at some paperwork in front of her. She sighed;
    “My dear girl it looks like you have been put down for some experimental corporal discipline therapy.” The prisoner’s eyes went wide as saucers. Not only was she being forced into a diaper and the jacket she was going to be spanked! When she got out the impostor’s ass would end up cherry red she would not be able to sit on it for a month. Olga looked at her, “Normally it’s for badly behaved patients. I would use a paddle or a cane for fifty strokes but for you I think the palm of my hand would be sufficient. You are already quite well padded with that diaper. If you behave it will be better for you. Nurse Olga sat down on a bench and gestured towards ‘Miss Green’ to come forwards. She slowly walked over to the nurse then bent down so that she was across her lap, ready to receive her punishment. Her rear soon felt the first blow. It was firm but not that severe, it still caused another tear to trickle down her cheek. Slowly Nurse Olga counted up to fifty. Her patient could not believe that the spanking was actually turning her on, her cheeks were becoming red her nipples were hardening the area between her legs sparked and she could feel a warm glow in the pit of her belly. When it was over and her bottom was a little tender the nurse helped her to stand again.
  Olga picked up a large clear syringe that seemed to be filled with paste. She gently held ‘Patient Green’ around the waist; “My dear, I am afraid that I have to force feed you with your gag now. If you don’t resist I can just feed you by hand without having to strap you into a feeding station I am afraid it’s not very appetising just some porridge with nutritional supplements blended into a liquid.” The patient stood ready, not offering any resistance she had to start winning some of the staff over. “Now I just take the stopper out of the core of your gag and gently push this nozzle in here. Good girl! Now just swallow slowly, blink if you want me to stop.” She meekly complied. “They said that you would play up during feeding sessions and I would have to put you in the head stocks before feeding you, isn’t this so much better! Aren’t you such a good girl!” The nurse squeezed her playfully. She kept going. “Good girl, all done now-just a little sip of water, good and in the plug goes. All finished! They said you will be on light rations for the first month-that you have put a little weight on. I have examined you myself and I can find it but I am sure that the doctor knows best!” She disliked being teased about her weight but it didn’t matter compared to everything else... 
  Olga looked at her patient;
    “Now my dear, it’s time for us to go to the exercise yard. We need to keep you nice and healthy if you just follow me everything will be okay but try and run away and I will add a leash to that pretty collar of yours. The Patient nodded emphatically she would be fine with a bit of exercise and she had no intension of ending up on a leash again. It was a short walk to the exercise yard, there was a tread mill on one side. She found that they left her in the high heels and the ankle shackles but supported her body by two straps that came down and attached to the shoulders of the jacket. The machine was started and Nurse Olga monitored the progress. The patient quickly realized that running in the jacket caused a lot of heat she was being cooked also her calf muscles sang a new song of pain and discomfort. Nurse Olga saw it and dialled down the machine she wiped her forehead with a cold sponge and gave her a sip of water through the feeding gag. Olga patted her on the back;
    “Good girl, this time try to go a little bit longer.” She got more used to the machine and found she could jog for about ten minutes then Olga would dial it down to a walk and give her more water. After five minutes she would turn it up again, giving her encouragement. After two hours the patient had received one of the most thorough workouts she had ever had, her feet calves and thighs ached and she was as compliant as putty as nurse Olga half walked/half carried the exhausted woman to her cell after letting her utilise the facilities, the patient didn’t even have any energy left to plot her epic revenge. 

  ‘Miss Green’ saw the thick cell door with her enforced name on it. A little name plate had been put there. Inside the cell was a light green padded floor. There was a hood and a sack lying on the floor both made of a similarly coloured green material. Doctor Stewart accepted her place, she didn’t want any trouble. Olga found it easy to wrap her patient in the tight rubber sack, she was quite compliant. The nurse kissed her on the cheek then pulled the rubber hood over her head before giving her a reassuring pat on the head;
    “I am going to give you something to help you sleep, please don’t struggle”. 
  The patient, Stewart inhaled as a cloth was pushed gently against her nose. She realised that this was her life from now on until her keepers decided that she was in need of a change, or she could convince someone to listen to her. Tears tried to roll down her cheek under the hood as the chemicals took effect and she dozed off to a dreamless sleep. The impostor walked into the cell she looked about checking that no-one was around. “My, my Dr Stewart you have fallen, or should I say patient Green?” She ran her hands over her helpless unconscious victim feeling her legs and breasts through the restraints feeling the woman’s ass, “You are a sexy little bundle and I swing both ways. I think with the nice electric plug and a good ring gag I can make you put those tongue studs to good effect”. She got up and left the unconscious bundle. The patient did not hear the door lock behind her trapped in dreamless sleep...