My Fantasy 2 By ParaGirl
I sat there in my wheelchair and looked down at my legs.
Firm thighs, and dangling over the edge of my wheelchair just
those two short stumps just below the knee. I lift my right
stump and place it over my left, crossing what's left of my
crippled legs. I can't feel them, because of the accident, I'm
an L-2 parapalegic as well as an amputee, so I'm totally
crippled below the waist. I straighten my short mini-skirt a
little and make sure my nylons are on OK, then head out on the
I was so happy when I first learned how badly hurt my legs
were from the accident. I'd always wanted to be a cripple, ever
since I was a little girl. I first tried crutches, hopping
around, maybe taping up an ankle, until I discovered
wheelchairs. From the very first moment I sat in one, I knew I
wanted to be confined to a wheelchair. I bought my own,
practiced in it, even going to neighboring towns and going out
in it, but it was never enough. I always dreampt of really
needing one, until one day, when I was 20, almost two years ago
now, the accident came out of nowhere, complete freak, or maybe
fate. I woke up in the hospital to the news that not only was I
paralyzed from the waist down, but both my poor legs had been
amputated just below the knee. This was it, completely
crippled, wheelchair bound for life. The doctors said that
between the paralysis and the amputations, I'd never walk again,
ever. I wanted to thank them when they told me!
The adjustment was strange at first, but exciting too. I
got used to my condition very quickly. For a while I had a
personal assistant, but I didn't really need her, so I let her
go. Now I get around just fine, and I like to dress up very
sexy, to show off my new and improved crippled legs. I have a
nice sleek wheelchair and a car with converted hand controls, so
I can drive it. I get into the car by boosting myself from my
wheelchair and sliding into the seat, then dragging my little
legs and hanging them over the edge of the seat. I make quite a
sight, that's for sure. As for clothes, well that's lynne's
department, a new friend of mine, and that's where I'm going
Lynne was a fashion designer before her accident. We met
in rehab and became very close friends. Lynne was run over by a
hit-and run driver. She lost one of her hands, and both legs
were badly crushed. She can walk a little, with braces and
special crutches, but she prefers a wheelchair, like I do. She
likes to design provocative clothes for people like us now, and
I'm going there to try on some new designs today.
"Cathy, you're here!!" Lynne shouts when I enter her
apartment/studio. She's in a sunflower mini-dress that doesn't
cover any of the metal braces encasing both her legs, and I can
see the opaque printed stockings covering her legs, leading into
the open-toed tie-up shoes her braces are attached to. She's in
her wheelchair and powering it towards me, waving her hook at
me. It looks like it has some sort of cloth waving in it.
"Oh cath, you're going to love what I made you!" she
squeals. As she gets closer I can still see how bad her legs
must have been crushed. Her toes point in and her legs both
hang at an awkward angle that is somewhat sexy. She pulls up
beside my wheelchair and gives me what she'd been working on.
"I made it from an old pair of running pants, try them on"
She says . What I'm holding is a pair of very stretchy red
spandex pants with the legs sewn up about four inches below the
knees, made just for my legs. I'd definitely need help getting
them on, but It would be worth it by the looks of the pants.
"They look great!" I tell her. "I can't wait to try them
"Here, let me help you then." Lynne helps me out of my
skirt and stockings, so I'm sitting in my wheelchair naked from
the waist down., my stumps hanging loosely over the edge of my
chair. Lynne wheels herself in front of me and lift my left
stump. I can see, though certainly not feel, Lynne's fingers
caress the end of my stump.
"Sometimes I wish my legs had been amputated too, Cathy,
then I wouldn't have to deal with these braces, or legs that
don't work. Your stumps are so sexy, just smooth and round and
hanging there like that."
I blushed, as I usually do when Lynne complements my
stumps. I watched as she stretched the legs of the pants
around my legs, smoothing them and pulling the up. I boosted up
in my wheelchair with my arms so she could pull them all the way
up. She smoothed them one last time, and I saw my crippled legs
trapped in the shiny, skin-tigh red spandex, the ends sewed so
precisely that the ended exactly where my legs did, so that
there was just a smooth round end on them, my paralyzed stumps
filling them perfectly. I loved it, but they didn't go at all
with my shirt, which I told Lynne, of course.
"Don't worry, there's more to the outfit than that, just
wait a sec, OK."
I watched Lynne lock her wheelchair in place and lift one
leg, then the other and lock them out straight. She put her
feet back on the ground, or at least her heels, and reached for
her crutches, some aluminum forearm types. On was specially
modified, so that she could use it with her prosthesis with her
missing hand. She placed them slightly behind her and pushed,
getting to her feet in one easy motion. She walked, swinging
her braced legs through the crutches, and went ouver to another
large cabinet. Inside hung all manner of specialized clothes,
shirts, pants, skirts, all made to show off, rather than hide
our handicaps. I saw one outfit I knew Lynne was very fond of.
It consisted of black tights, over which she put her legbraces
on, a tight pair of white short-shorts and a black-and-white
stretch top with very short sleeves. She always wore it with
her hook prosthesis and her legbraces, so that all of her
attributes could be easily visible.
She took some other clothes out and crutched over to me,
sitting back in her wheelchair to help me put on the rest of the
outfit. I stripped my shirt and bra off and Lynne fitted me
with a black corset with a built in bustier. It was so sexy! I
watched as she lifted my spandex-clad stumps and put black
'socks' on over the ends of them, making a very hot little
accent. The last peices were red-trimmed black gloves that came
up to my elbows. I was going to break hearts tonight! I rolled
over to Lynnes' large mirror and looked at myself. The black
corset and gloves really made my light skin and dark hair scream
for attention, and down from there, I stared at the skin-tight
spandex covering my thighs, tapering down to stumps, which were
in turn covered with the little black 'socks', a very sexy
outfit indeed. I was just getting ready to ask Lynne what else
she had been up to when something in the mirror behind me caught
my eye. I turned to see Lynne on her crutches, holding up the
most amazing thing I'd ever seen. It was a black leather body
suit apparently, very black and very shiny, and as I looked at
it I realized that the legs were sewn shut, about four inches
below the knee.
"You'll need a bit of help getting into this one too, but I
think you'll like the finished product." Lynne smiled and I was
sure she was right...
To be continued...