About a month ago, I spent an entire week completely naked. I had a series of extremely bad health crises that landed
me at the University of Alabama at Birmingham Hospital (UAB), one of the premier hospitals in the Southeast United States. After an hour of trying to deal with a bunch of wires and tubes connected to me PLUS a goddamned hospital gown, I asked my nurse, who happened to be a male nurse for that shift, if at least HE wouldn't mind if I ditched the gown while he was there. His reply shocked me (especially since I was in Alabama, one of the most conservative states in America). He said, "I won't mind, and neither will any nurse or any member of our staff. YOU'RE the one who's sick, and if it makes you more comfortable to
just stay naked, then we're all comfortable with it too."

I still found it hard to believe, so when the shift change occurred and I was assigned an older female nurse, I put the gown back on, but soon had more problems. Part of why I was hospitalized was because I was having to go to the bathroom almost constantly, so one time the nurse came into the room as I was trying to tie and snap the gown back into place after having almost dropped the gown in the toilet. My ass was completely exposed to her as she helped me tie the back to the gown, but
almost as soon as I got back in bed, I had to go again, repeating the same situation. As she waited for me so she could help me again, I'd finally had enough, so I came back out of the bathroom with my gown barely draped at my waist and said "Ma'am, I'm in a lot of pain and this gown is only making things worse, since I have to get up so much. We're all adults here, so would you mind if . . ." And before I finished the sentence, she smiled real wide and said in a very motherly tone of voice, "If you need to take that gown off, Mr. Smith, nobody here will mind one bit." I removed the gown and briefly stood before her naked, then slid back under the covers of the bed. Later that evening, a nurse's aid came into my room to check my vital signs and once again caught me coming out of the bathroom, this time completely naked from the get-go. I felt the need to re-explain everything to her, but she too assured me that my nudity was no big deal.

The next day, another shift change brought another nurse, another nurse's aid, and a visit from a physician, who scheduled me for a series of tests, including a CT scan, a standard x-ray, and a sonogram. Each time the nurse's aid arrived to take me to
another one of these tests, she brought a wheelchair into the room, I sat on a towel, and then she draped another towel across my midsection. So off I went to the various tests in the huge facility through the service areas, completely ignored by the other staff. Still, it was surreal that I was taken all over the place totally naked except for the towel. At one point a technician placed even MORE wires on me for a cordless heart monitor.

I then began a habit of explaining my nudity to each new nurse and nurse's aid at each shift change because I was still a little nervous and needed that reassurance. Although I was still very sick, I was starting to feel a little better and was getting extremely horny, so on the third night of my stay I turned off the lights in my room, kicked off my covers, and began "doing what comes naturally." I finished my business, and laid there in satisfied silence. Suddenly to my surprise my door burst open, the lights were immediately turned on, and 3 very panicked people ran into my room. One of them shouted, "Mr. Smith!!! Your heart monitor suddenly jumped to 200 beats per minute!! Are you okay??" I'd forgotten that I had that goddamn heart monitor on!! So all I could do was lay there covered in my own cum, my entire naked body burning a bright red glow from embarrassment. There was no way they didn't know what I had just done, but the only thing anybody said to me was "You must have been having a bad dream, right?" I nodded, they all smiled, and then she said very kindly "Well, if you've finished dreaming, we'll let you get back to your rest." They left my room, turned out the light, and left me there, still glowing a bright red from embarrassment.
And so it went for the next several days with me slowly recovering and continuing to enjoy being naked not just if front of the nurses, physicians, and aids, but also the cleaning staff, the folks who delivered me my meals, and a repair crew who had to fix an electrical component to my bed which malfunctioned.

There's a part 2 to this story if anyone would like to read it.

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