Cathy's Bath By ParaGirl

This is a little fantasy I've had, and I'd like to take you along

with me...

I wake up to the sun pouring into my bedroom. It's Saturday, and I do love to sleep late! I push myself up with my hands into a sitting position and stretch, yawning widely. I can tell already it's going to be one of those great autumn days.

I sleep in a nightshirt, a long 'Winnie the Pooh' shirt I've had for years. I never wear panties, so once I pull the nightshirt over my head I'm naked. I scoot myself over a few inches to the edge of the bed and grab hold of my wheelchair. Resting one hand on my wheelchair and the other hand on the bed, I boost myself into my wheelchair. One of my legs drops off the bed, not that I can feel it, while the other stays on the bed. I must look strange to anyone who can see me, naked and half in, half out of a wheelchair, what's left of my legs, two soft, paralyzed below-knee stumps, spread and leaving nothing to the imagination. I square myself into the cushioned seat of my Quickie chair and lift my right leg, holding it by the thigh and by the round end of the stump, and place it correctly into the chair. I lift

my left leg off the bed in the same manner and place it on the wheelchair correctly also. I unlock my chair and wheel across the bedroom to the mirror. I like mirrors, always have, even after my accident. I look at myself and frown- sometimes I hate mornings. My legs start with round stumps, about four inches below my knees. My legs are kind of thin, limp and soft from the years of uselessness. My hips are shapely, but when I'm naked like this they look a little wide, at least compared to my legs. My stomach is firm from sit-ups and my upper body is tight and trim from other exercise. I like to work out to a Maria Serrao tape now, she's a fitness trainer in a wheelchair who puts out fitness and workout tapes for people like me. I look at my breasts. They used to be a bit bigger, but since the accident, now that I wheel everywhere I go, they have toned up and gotten a little smaller

and firmer. They're still large for my size, 34D, and my nipples are round and pink. My arms are muscular, from pushing myself in my wheelchair.

I can remember right after my accident, my legs were still in bandages

and I had just started my physical therapy. The therapist wheeled me between

these parallel bars and placed my little leg stumps into padded stirrups

straight out in front of me. He had me lifting myself with my arms and

doing these up and down thrusts on the bars. I can remember how hard it was

at first, and how strange to look at these small bandaged little things that

I couldn't feel that basically hung out in front of me, thinking to myself

that these crippled little things were my legs from now on. I didn't like

the physical therapy center, but only because it was so hard for me at first,

and it took so long to get my lightweight wheelchair. I was in a huge (It

seemed huge) institutional wheelchair for the longest time. It was heavy and

ugly, and it still had footrests, which always bothered me when I was in it,

like reminding me that not so long ago I would have had a use for them.

My face still looks sleepy, and my hair is everywhere, a real morning

'do. I wheel myself out of the bedroom and into my connected bathroom. I

wheel up to the sink and park my chair under it. My whole house is

completely wheelchair accessible, naturally. The counters and mirrors are

low, grab bars around the tub and toilet, the works. I wheel up tight to the

sink and my nipples rub against the cold porcelain, sending a shiver of

pleasure through me. My breasts have gotten so sensitive since my accident,

it takes almost nothing to make my nipples hard. I guess nature always has

a way of compensating for certain things. My paralysis is incomplete and my

body has three levels of feeling. My upper body, down to just above my belly

button, is unaffected. From there down to my hips and upper thighs, I have

incomplete paralysis, so I can feel some touch but no real sensation, kind of

like when anesthetic is just starting to wear off. From my upper thighs and

hips down, I'm completely paralyzed, no feeling or sensation at all. If it

weren't for the amputations, I might be able to use legbraces, but they look

kind of clumsy anyway, and I like my wheelchair. I've gotten used to being

confined to a wheelchair, and it's not so bad. There are a lot of times,

like when I'm looking for a parking spot, when I actually enjoy being

handicapped.

I do what I can to untangle my hair and wheel over to the tub. Stand-up

showers have been out of the question since my accident, and I do love a

long, hot bath, so my bathtub is specially converted to double as either a

sit-down shower, for when I'm in a bit of a hurry, or a full bathtub. For

the shower, I have a custom seat that I can transfer in and out of from my

wheelchair, and a removable massaging shower head I can wash myself with

easily, It's how I usually get ready for work in the morning. For weekends,

though, I like to really relax. I lift up on the custom shower seat and it

folds up out of the way. I then unfold a sling-like device out from it's

place near the wall. I only use this when I bathe, since it's very difficult

for me to get in and out of the deep tub on my own. I take the sling and a

small electronic control handle and lower the sling to my level. There are

actually three separate slings attached to an electric hoist on a short track

on the ceiling. I place one padded sling, the largest, under my arms, then

lift my left leg and slide the stump through another sling. This sling

I place around my thigh, just above my knee. I do the same with my right

leg, putting it into the sling and adjusting. I activate the hoist and it

silently lifts me out of my wheelchair. For a minute I'm hanging naked from

this sling, my crippled little legs out in front of me. So many times I've

fantasized about a man taking me right here, just like this. I could raise

or lower myself easily to his level, so he could stand there, spreading my

crippled legs in the harness, and taking me passionately. He could hold onto

my breasts while he did it, so I would feel even more. Oooh, I get myself

worked up just thinking about it. I wish there was a man out there who would

do that for me, I really do. I use the control and the harness, carrying me,

moves to position over the tub.

From here I can grab a big fluffy terrycloth towel and spread it out on

my wheelchair for when I'm finished. I lower myself into the tub until I'm

sitting firmly, then I get out of the harness, first taking my legs out, then

the one around my back. I lift the harness out of the way and start the

water in the tub. This is when I'm kind of glad my rear end is partially

paralyzed, because I know if I had complete feeling, the porcelain beneath me

would be VERY cold until the warm water started to fill the tub. The water

level comes up over my legs to my stomach, until I can suddenly feel the

warmth where my body still works properly. It's always strange for me,

seeing the water fill up, not feeling it at all until it hits that certain

point just above my belly button. When I'm in the tub like this is one of

the times I'm most aware of my disability, the way I go from feeling the

water to not feeling it in a matter of inches down my body. My little stumps

float up around the surface, I love how that looks. They can really be sexy,

my crippled little stumps. They're totally useless, but I think I like them

more now than when I had both legs working. They certainly turn heads!

I take the shower head from it's low holder and turn it on, wetting my

hair and rinsing my upper body off. My breasts feel so good today when I

run the hot water all over them. I get my Ivory soap and lather up my

washcloth, washing my legs first, then up to my stomach and arms, and finally

my breasts. I feel so good, so hot. I take the bar of soap and lather up my

hands, rubbing my breasts. I pull on my nipple a little and let out a moan.

I'm really horny now! I lather up my breasts some more and start to rub them,

teasing them. I lay back against the back of the tub, shivering a little

from both the chilly porcelain and the pleasure. I slip one hand down my

stomach to between my legs. Just playing with myself really does no good

because of my condition, but I slip a finger into myself anyway. I can feel

it, a pressure more than anything, nothing that pleasurable or erotic, but

it's habit from my able-bodied days, to play with myself this way. I keep

playing with my breasts with my other hand, I love squeezing my nipples

firmly, it feels so good. When I'm playing with myself like this I almost

feel like a normal woman- almost. I stop rubbing myself and lift one of my

stumps out of the water. I love how flexible I've become now and how soft my

legs are. I lift my crippled leg up to my chest and start rubbing my tits

with it! I discovered this a few years ago, how touching my hot and

sensitive tits with my lifeless crippled legs is such a turn on, so

pleasurable. I place my stump between my breasts- told you I was flexible-

and squeeze my breasts around it, rubbing them around the soft stump of my

leg. It's quite a turn-on to watch myself do this, and it feels amazing.

I'm really turned on now, but I've also learned over the years in my

handicapped condition that it will take something more to bring me to orgasm,

and I know just what that is. There, beside the tub, just in reach, is a

vibrator, a vibrator that seems to be made just for me. I can't feel touch

all that well between my legs, but this little toy makes an exception. I

lift my one leg up to almost my shoulder to give myself better penetration,

and slide the vibrator into me. It's long and thin, and has one other

special feature. I get it up inside me, so only the end is visible. I can

feel it, a pressure inside me, nothing more, but then I turn it on. Oh my

GOD! It vibrates so much, almost violently, so that I can feel it not just

between my legs, but all over. Waves of pleasure start to build up, and I

let my leg go, watching it splash back into the water. I'm rubbing my

breasts, pulling on my nipples as the vibrator practically explodes within

me. It feels so good, and I cum soon, an orgasm not between my legs, but

seemingly within my chest and stomach, great spasms of pleasure that make me

cry out. I don't even need to play with the vibrator, it just does it's

thing and I feel incredible. I lift my leg up to my breast again and cum

again as the lifeless stump touches my erect nipple. My eyes are closed, and

I suddenly realize that I've slid down the porcelain in my throes of exctacy,

and my face is at water-level, the rest of my body submerged. One of my legs

is still at my chest, the other floating oddly in the water in front of me.

Reluctantly I place the leg I was playing with back down and boost myself up

to sitting again. The simple act of moving in that way caused another orgasm,

smaller than the others but still nice. I turn the vibrator off and slide it

out of me slowly. I've finished pleasuring myself for the time being and

decide to finish my bath.

I rinse my hair out again and put some herbal shampoo into it. I wash

my hair and rinse the soap out of it, running my fingers through it to get

all the tangles out. I just soak in the tub for a little while, relaxing and

enjoying myself. I love the feelings I get after an orgasm, I tingle all

over, even sometimes in my stumps, or at least it seems that way. Finally I

pull the plug and let the water start to drain. I have to let the water

drain completely before I can get back into my sling, something I learned

the hard way when I got it all wet and watched one of my legs slip out. It

happens easily, really, because I can't feel my legs at all, and they both

end in smooth stumps which don't get hung up on the sling like feet would.

That's one thing I'm glad for, that in my accident, when I was paralyzed, I

also lost my legs just below the knees. I know it must sound strange, but

paralyzed people with their legs intact always seem to have more problems. I

don't have to worry about shoes or socks, and my legs are lighter, shorter,

and in general much easier to manage than full paralyzed legs. Transfers are

easier for me, and in the right environment my little stumps are real

show-stoppers. I wouldn't have minded losing my legs above the kness, either,

they would have been even easier to manage as short little DAK stumps, but

I don't think they would have been quite as sexy.

With the water drained I grab a towel and dry off my legs a bit, then

lower my harness down. I tried doing this a few times without the harness,

and I can do it, but I figure why bother, I'm handicapped and I accept that,

I'll take help where I can get it. I slip the back harness under my arms and

put my legs into the two smaller ones. The hoist lifts me out of the tub and

I steady myself as I lower myself into my wheelchair again. I slip out of

my harness and towel myself off completely, drying my hair and wrapping the

towel around my head to keep from dripping. I wheel back into the bedroom

and start rummaging through drawers to find something to wear. I pull the

towel off my head and I throw some clothes onto the bed and wheel over to it.

First I pull on my panties. I love thongs now, and it's all I've worn since

my accident. I slide the panties up over my stumps, then wriggle on the

wheelchair seat, pulling the panties up a little at a time until they're on

right. Now come the pants. I have lots of different skirts and pants, most

modified for my legs. The ones I'm wearing today are white spandex sewed

closed at the legs, custom for my stumps. It's really tricky for me to put

spandex on, but I've learned over the years, because I love the way it makes

my little stumps look. I grab my right stump, holding it tightly at it's end,

and pull the pants up over both my hand and stump. My hand around the stump

gives it support, if I didn't the stump would mush up and fold over and it

would be very hard to slide the tight material around it. I pull my hand

out, smoothing the spandex as I do, then hold the left stump, pulling the

material up around my hand and stump again. Now I have the pants on up to my

thighs, and I have to transfer onto the bed to finish pulling them up. I

first put both legs up onto the bed, then scoot myself over as well. I put a

pillow under my stumps now, raising them off the bed. I grab hold of the

waistband of the pants and boost myself off the bed about two inches on my

elbows, sliding the pants up to my waist with a quick tug. I smooth them out

around my thighs and stumps, making sure the seams are straight. It's

difficult to do, true, but I've gotten used to the process. I never wear

panty hose anymore, because they're too hard to modify properly, but I love

wearing stockings. With my legs so small and short, I can get little girl

stockings or knee-hi's, and they fit me like thigh-hi's. That can be a

very sexy look, too.

I put a bra on over my large, firm breasts and pull on a baggy red

shirt. As a finishing touch, I pull some short red socks out of a drawer

and pull them up onto the ends of my stumps, so they fit just below my knees.

I transfer back into my wheelchair and wheel back into the bathroom to finish

my hair and go out for the day.

The End...