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

town.

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

today.

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

on."

"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...