In the Family 2

 

            "So, I want to check out your crutches" Missy's mom, Carol, said, startling Missy.

            "What?"

            "they look nice - I want to try them." she repeated.

            "Really?" Missy asked again, suddenly embarrassed all over again.

            "You don't need to be embarrassed Missy, really - I understand."

            "I know, it's just going to take a little getting used to.  I'll get them."

            Missy left and returned with her crutches, cheeks still turning pink as she handed them to her mother.  Carol took them and measured them up, then lengthened them by one click, so they were properly fitted.  She put them under her arms and took a few test swings.  Missy could see the look of contentment on her face as she reminisced.

            "Mom..." Missy said, bringing Carol back to the now.  "So, how long did you... "

            "For years, Missy.  Though I was less into bandages and braces and more into playing amputee, to be honest.  There was just something about getting around, doing things with a missing limb..."

            "Really?  I never thought of that..." Missy said, watching her mother crutch about the room, apparently remembering old times.  "So, why did you stop?"

            "Honestly, because of you, more or less - though not in a bad way.  I pretended up until about my sixth month pregnant with you, and by that time you were definitely showing and I was having balance issues, so I stopped, for fear of falling, and afterwards I tried a few times, but just never really got back into it - being a single mother was difficult enough, trying to carry a baby or change diapers on crutches or with one arm just became too much, and by the time you were old enough where that wasn't a concern, explaining why I suddenly had one leg to my 3 year old daughter became the concern, so I just dropped it."

            "Did you miss it?"

            "Yes, I missed it terribly for a while, but moved on with my life, as we so often must do.  But today, seeing you, on that video, it brought me back so many things, Missy.  I could tell, by that look on your face, you have the same experience I do, the same, shall we say, enthusiasm.  You enjoy it a lot, don't you?"

            "Yes - I can't explain it, and I guess with you I thankfully don't have to, but it's just this amazing feeling, you know?"

            "I do have one question, Missy." Carol said, turning on the crutches and facing Missy.

            "Yes?" asked Missy, now almost totally comfortable seeing her mom on her aluminum crutches.

            "Why do you clean?  I mean, I used to play around, do my makeup, play all sorts of dress-up - but why do you clean the house?"

            Missy laughed.  "Well, I guess when I first used the crutches, I wanted to try to se how I could do normal, everyday things while using them - that expanded the more 'disabled' I became, and it became a rush for me to be able to accomplish everyday things I usually take for granted while in my various 'conditions'.  Cleaning and straightening up the house just became one of those challenges I wanted to meet."

            "I can understand that  - so what was that contraption you had on your leg, anyway?  It looked like a cast..."

            "It's just a bunch of ACE bandages and a corner-bracket for a 'brace', keeping my leg flexed like that.  That was the first time I had tried it, and I like it a lot."

            "That's very ingenious, actually.  And it also brings me to my next discussion - since you seem to be more confident talking about this now."

            "What's that?" Missy asked.

            "Well, two things.  First - you can pretend whatever you like around the house, even when I'm home - in fact, if it means you'll keep cleaning and maybe doing a few extra chores I assign to you, you can stay in whatever condition you desire, as long as it's not harmful or dangerous of course."

            "OK - it's a deal, mom.  What was the second thing?"

            "Well, the second thing is that I want to make sure you'll be OK if I do the same - pretend I have differing 'conditions' around the house sometimes."

            "Well, if you're OK with me doing it, I'm sure I'll be OK with you doing it - it might take a little getting used to, but I think it will be fine.  I'll let you know if it's getting too weird, OK?"

            "OK, it's a deal." Carol said, starting to crutch away.

            "One condition, mom." Missy chimed in.

            "What's that?" Carol asked, curious.

            "You get your own toys - those are my crutches." she smiled.  Carol smiled back and gave Missy back her crutches. 

            "No problem - maybe I'll even pick some things up for you, too." Carol replied. 

 

            The next day, Missy got home at the usual time and decided on a straight-leg configuration, putting the bandages on and this time adding some extra bracing in the form of two rolled magazines over the first wrap and under all the rest.  She wrapped her ankle heavily, too, so her leg was more or less totally immobile from the hip down, except her toes, which she wiggled excitedly.  She then dressed in a modest knee-length skirt and t-shirt, then dressed her 'good' leg in a white sock and mary-jane shoe.  She used the bathroom and brushed her hair, then straightened up the living room (which they had both left extra messy, just for this), and finally went to the fridge to see what 'extra chores' her mom had left for her.  There was just one, but it made Missy smile, as her mom had chosen a difficult one - well, difficult in her current 'condition' - she had to take the laundry basket form her mom's room, take it to the laundry room in the basement, put in a batch, then take the sheets out of the dryer and make both her and her mother's beds.  Under normal circumstances, something she could do in under 20 minutes - in her current condition, she wondered if she would be able to get it done in the hour before her mother got home.

            Missy crutched to her mothers' bedroom and saw that there was, indeed, a laundry basket, about half full of laundry.  She smiled - her mom didn't want to make it too tough for her the first time, which she appreciated.  She tried to figure out how to get the basket to the basement door - she tried to carry it using only one crutch, but she couldn't manage it.  She finally just decided to push it along with one crutch, slowly sliding it across the floor until she reached the door to the basement.  She opened the door and leaned the crutches against the wall outside the door - she had a plan for doing the laundry and didn't think she'd need them for this part.  She lowered herself to the floor, sitting on the top step of the basement stairs, and took the basket of laundry in her lap.  Slowly, step by step, she lowered herself down, never letting her 'injured' leg hit the stairs.  At the bottom, she got up on her good foot and hopped, basket in hand, the 10 feet to the washer.  She loaded the washer and started it, then went to the dryer, pulling out the sheets and putting them in the now empty basket.  She then hopped back to the stairs, sat herself down, and again made the slow trek up the stairs, basket held in her lap. She made it up the stairs, put the basket on the floor, and regained her crutches.  She pushed the basket to her mother's bedroom and then proceeded to strip her mom's bed, tossing the dirty laundry aside for later.     

            Making the beds wasn't as difficult as she had first thought - it wasn't too difficult from the normal way, she just did it on one leg (getting more better balanced without the crutches for short periods), and as her mom came in, she was just finishing making her own bed.  She called out to her mother, but Carol just said 'give me a minute' and slipped into her bedroom, closing the door before Missy could even see her.  Missy shrugged and finished making her bed, then crutched into the kitchen and took out the dinner plates, one-crutching to the table in several trips to set the table.  Soon, she heard her mom's door open, and heard the unmistakable 'thump-thump' of someone walking on crutches - she just wasn't completely ready for what she saw when her mother walked - or rather crutched - into the kitchen.  She was in her work clothes still - a nice brown knit skirt and matching blouse and sweater combo, plus a beige stocking or tights on her right leg, followed by a flat shoe in black - but she was on very nice aluminum forearm crutches, and was missing her left leg entirely - Missy could see the round shape of the 'stump' through the knit skirt, and if she didn't know the woman standing before her she would immediately assume the woman was a long-time amputee, so realistic was the illusion. 

            "Mom!" Missy said.

            "Yes - what do you think?" Carol asked, suddenly seeming hesitant, almost embarrassed.

            "It's amazing - totally convincing!  I'd swear you were an amputee."

            "And - how do you feel about that?" Carol asked, looking at her daughter for any sign of trepidation, any issues she might be having seeing her like this.

            "I like it, actually.  Well, at least I'm not freaked out by it - no, I like it because I like how happy you looked as you crutched in here, I can say that much.  I love your crutches, they're very beautiful.  I just - I can't believe I'm saying this, but I just find this so cool."

            Carol was immediately relaxed. "Good, I'm glad.  So how did you do with your chores?"

            "I got them finished - the laundry room was the hardest part, but I think you knew that."

            "Yes, and I'm glad you were able to get it all done - how did it feel?"

            "Amazing - I have such a sense of accomplishment now, it's wonderful.  Do you want help with dinner?  It seems you might need it.." she said, indicating Carol's crutches and single leg.

            "Actually, I wanted to give it a try on my own - it's been a while, but I used to be pretty good at it.  You can hang out and watch, if you like." Carol said.

            "OK, sure." missy said.  She pulled up 2 chairs, one to sit in, and the other to rest her leg on. 

            "Hold on." Carol said, crutched out of the room, and crutched back in holding one of the smaller blue pillows from the couch.  "Lift." she said, indicating Missy's leg.  Missy obliged, and Carol put the pillow under her heel and lower leg.  "There, need to keep that elevated." she said with a grin, and Missy smiled widely.  "Oh mom." she said.

            It didn't take long for Carol to get back into her old habits - her movement on the forearm crutches and her single leg was fluid, and by the time she had dinner cooking on the stove, the crutches seemed nothing more than an extension of her body - she could balance very well on her single leg, and it amazed Missy to watch her 'stump' wiggle about as she balanced.  Finally, dinner was ready, and Missy did help her mother bring things to the table and serve.  Missy sat and kept her leg on the other chair and pillow, 'elevated' as her mother directed her, and she watched her mom sit so gracefully it was as if she had been doing this her whole life.

            "So, isn't it uncomfortable, to sit like that?" Missy finally asked.

            "Not at all, as long as you've prepared properly - it took me a while to find the right way to do it so I don't lose circulation or cramp up, and so it's comfortable when I sit."

            "It's amazing - very convincing." Missy said again.

            "Thank you.  So, for you, what is it, the immobilization?  Your leg looks very solid, rigid."

            "I guess it's something like that, sure." she said, wiggling her toes again.  "There's just something about the way it feels, and the fact that I can't flex it - I just like it."

            "Are you planning on doing more?" Carol asked,

            "More what?"

            "Maybe your other leg? Something like that?"

            "Well, I hadn't thought of it, really.  I suppose I could try - but I'd need a lot more bandages.  At least 10 more - I don't have the money right now."

            "Well, we'll see what we can do then, won't we?" Carol said. 

            After dinner was finished, both women cleared the table and Missy did the dishes as Carol crutched about the house.  The pair watched TV, Missy with her 'injury' elevated on pillows and Carol just sitting there, occasionally rubbing her 'stump' or tapping her single foot.  By the time Missy picked up her crutches and stood up to head to bed, there was no awkwardness at all between them - just an unspoken understanding, and a very interesting new mother-daughter bond.

 

            Missy got home the next day to find a package on the counter with a tag bearing the inscription 'From mom, enjoy'.  within the bag was a full dozen wide ACE bandages and two other items in unmarked plastic wrapping.  Missy excitedly brought the bag into her bedroom and was excited and thrilled to see what the other items were!  She immediately stripped down and began her ritual, first with her normal right leg, immobilizing it with the magazines and bandages, and then with the new bandages, she began immobilizing the second leg in the same way, with two more magazines used for extra splinting at the knees.  As soon as both legs were immobilized, Missy began trying to put on a pair of dark blue tights.  She bent and stretched and finally was able to get the tights onto both her bandaged legs, and worked at pulling them up at least to her thighs.  She then took the two new items and undid their velcro straps, then placed the first on on her right foot - they were cast boots, with nice padded soles, and fit onto her bandaged feet perfectly, the straps tightening snugly around her puffy bandaged ankles.  Once the boots were secure, she carefully stood up and pulled her tights the rest of the way up, then, keeping her balance by holding onto the bed, she straightened them out and put on a nice white blouse and a blue plaid jumper that complimented the tights nicely. The dark blue color was chosen for a reason, because it showed the light beige cast boots off dramatically, so there was no mistaking what she was wearing, or why. 

            She finished dressing and began practicing on her crutches - with both legs immobilized, this was considerably more demanding, and after a few minutes of practice, Missy was able to lift herself on the crutches and, using her hips, swing her legs out about a foot in front of her.  In this manner, she could move at a slow but steady rate around the house, but she prayed her mother hadn't left her any basement chores to do - she knew that, until she became more familiar with this condition, stairs were not going to be something she could readily handle. 

            Her chores list had three listings - the first two chores, the last, a directive from mom.  The chores were simple enough - put away the clean dishes and water the plants.  Missy was able to balance herself against the counter to empty the dishwasher, though putting some of the dishes away was a little tricky due to height or other access issues.  Watering the plants consisted of filling a small indoor watering can from the sink, then crutching across to the main living room window area (where the plants were) and watering each of them in turn.  The crutching across the room holding a watering can ended up being the tricky part, and so Missy had to improvise - she couldn't one-crutch like this yet, it was too difficult to move her legs, so she had to use both crutches.  To get to the plants, Missy took a shoelace out of the kitchen drawer and tied it to the handle of the watering can in a large loop.  She then filled the can halfway, and hung it from her neck - because it was only half full, splashing was minimal, but she had to make the trip twice to get all the plants fed.  She left the watering can by the sink and looked at the note again, at the third item - "When I get home, assuming you are in the condition I expect you'll be in, I want you on the couch with your legs elevated." Nothing more than that, but with the amount of effort it took to do basically anything like this, Missy didn't complain - she took a bunch of pillows from the chair and sofa, made a pile to support both her back and her legs, and then carefully sat, lifted her immobile legs onto the pillows provided, and set her crutches down.  She flicked on the TV and looked at the clock.  45 minutes before her mother got home.  She was curious... was the tape still in the VCR?  She pressed play - the black and white image of herself crutching around the living room filled the screen.  She shut it off, guilty.  She pressed 'play' again, watching herself, leg immobile and bent.  She looked so awkward.  She was moving pillows, to prop up her leg... she was sitting... she was changing channels...  She was...

            Missy found herself sitting on the couch, both legs immobile and propped up, watching herself on the TV, and her TV-Self was starting to touch herself, starting to rub her bandaged leg, staring to masturbate.  Missy looked at her newly immobilized legs, she could see the texture of the bandages under the tights she wore, and what was more important, she could feel what they did to her legs, she knew that, at this moment, her legs did not work, and that excited her.  She began rubbing herself through her tights and panties, then just her panties, and as her TV-self was working up to an amazing orgasm, her living-room self was rubbing her clit firmly, slipping a pinky into her vagina, and watching her legs just sit there, unable to do anything more than curl her toes.  She came with force, moaning and trying not to cry out too loud as she came not once, but three times.

            She lay there for a time, she didn't really know how long, and finally pulled her panties and tights back up and turned off the tape, rewinding it to the beginning.  She was watching TV when her mom came in, said 'just a minute, Missy' and took off into her bedroom.  Missy barely had time to blurt out a 'thanks mom' as she buzzed by.  A minute later, the doorbell rang, and Missy froze.

            "Honey, can you get that?" Carol called out from the bedroom.

            "What?  Are you serious?" Missy replied.  The bell rang again.

            "Yes honey, please get the door - don't worry about it." her mom replied.  Missy was confused, but the third ring of the doorbell fixed her determination.  She swung her legs off the couch and grabbed her crutches, then pushed her way to standing.  As the bell rang again, she called out "I'm coming!" loudly and crutched her way to the door.  She swung it open and was greeted by an annoyed pizza delivery person - annoyed until he saw her on crutches, saw her obviously disabled legs.  He apologized sheepishly and held out the pizza to her, saying it was already paid for by credit card.  She looked at the large pizza box and the appetizer box on top of it, and looked at her crutches and legs.  "Could you, um - would you mind bringing it in for me?  I'd appreciate it." she said sweetly.  The embarrassed delivery man obliged, taking the pizza in and putting it on the table as Missy directed.  As he was about to leave, Missy hear her mom's voice.

            "Hold on, don't let him leave!" she called out.  "Not without his tip."

            Carol rounded the corner wearing a beautiful black pinstriped pantsuit, with one sleeve completely empty and pinned up in a neat fold.  Missy had to suppress a gasp as her normally right-handed mother pulled several bills out of her pocket with her left - and only - hand, and handed them to the delivery boy without missing a step.  The delivery guy said thank you and hurried away, not even turning to look back as he pulled out of the driveway.

            "Mother, are you out of your mind?  Seriously - what if that was someone we know?"

            "That would have been difficult to explain, wouldn't it?" Carol grinned.

            "Yeah, you could say that.  That's why you wanted me on the couch, with my legs elevated - so I'd have to know what it's like to scramble to get the door in this condition?"

            "You got it.  Consider it a fun little test."

            Missy smiled.  "And what's up with the arm - no leg today?"

            "Not today - actually, let me get my crutches, I wanted you to use them in this situation - I think you'll find them more useful.

            Carol got her forearm crutches and handed them to Missy, who swapped them out with her underarm crutches.  Her mom instructed her on how to position them, put pressure, lift herself, swing with the hips.  After 15 minutes, Missy definitely liked the forearm styled crutches better, at least in this case with both legs immobile.  the two sat at the table to have dinner, and Missy marveled at how her mother was able to manage eating pizza and mozzarella sticks with just her single hand - for the pizza, she had a way of folding the slice lengthwise, as to make a rigid support to keep the whole slice from flopping down when she lifted it.  In all honesty, Carol probably ate more neatly with her one hand than Missy was able to manage with both arms functioning.  Just another amazing feat of her amazing mother.

            "So, Missy." Carol said as they finished dinner and she cleaned up (she insisted upon it, letting Missy watch her single-handed dexterity), "you have some time off available from work, don't you?"

            "Yes, almost two full weeks - why?"

            "Can you take three days off next week - Monday through Wednesday?"

            "I'm sure I could - that's right after restock, so I wouldn't even be missed.  Why do you ask?" Missy asked.

            "I have arranged for something for you, but I have to confirm by tomorrow - so you can definitely take the time off?"

            "Yes, it won't be a problem - what is it you've arranged?"

            "It's a surprise..." Carol said with a smile, and left it at that.