My Fantasy       By ParaGirl

 

     I have a fantasy I'd like to share.  It has to do with

bieng handicapped, bieng crippled and confined to a wheelchair.

You see, I'm not like other girls.  All my life, just about,

I've wanted to be confined to a wheelchair.  It just seems so

natural to me, all I want is to be crippled, helplessly so, so

I'm totally reliant on a wheelchair, and this is one of my

fantasies on how it would happen...

 

     "You were very lucky, Cathy" the doctor says in his

doctorly voice.  "above the waist, nothing but a couple of

scrapes, a bruise..."

 

     "And below the waist?" I ask him.  I already know that I

can't feel my legs at all, but they're so encased in blankets

and swathing I can't SEE them.  My heart is beating a mile a

minute.

 

     The doctor looks grim.  "Below the waist is a different

story, Cathy.  First, you have a broken back, spinal cord

severed at the L-2 vertabrate.  You probably already realize you

have no feeling from the waist down...

 

     My heart skips a beat.  Paralyzed!  I can't belive it's

finally true, but there seems to be something more the doctor is

holding back.

 

     "Also Cathy, both your legs were crushed very badly in the

crash.  We had to amputate both, about 4" below the knee.  I'm

afraid between the paralasys and the amputations, well, the odds

of you walking are not good."

 

     I almost faint at the news.  I have images of me, in a

wheelchair for the rest of my life, both paralyzed and an

amputee, hopelessly crippled.  I feel lightheaded, giddy to

think such a thing could happen, and I'm so happy!!  I can't

wait to get out of the hospital and start my new life!

 

      Six months pass by.  I get over my injuries quickly and

move into a new apartment, one more suited for my new condition.

It's a nice place, all the comforts of home, plus it's

completely converted for my use.  I look in the mirror at

myself.  My hair is longer now, past my shoulders.  I'm wearing

a tight blouse and a small mini-skirt, sitting in my wheelchair.

I look at my stumps, hanging there over the edge of my

wheelchair, nothing more than soft little mounds of flesh,

covered with silky nylons, not that I can feel the silkiness.

With all the doctors tried, I still have no feeling at all in

what's left of my legs.  I've adapted to my new crippled

condition suprisingly well, according to my physical therapist.

If he only knew how well!

 

     A typical day at home.  As I lay in bed I hear the door

open.  It's Jessica, my personal assistant.  She helps me to do

the things a girl in my condition has trouble with.  She's going

through school to be a physical therapist, and this is like on

the job training.  She comes into my room, happy to see me as

always, and asks how I slept.  Fine, as usual I tell her.  I

boost myself up into a sitting position and jessica sits in my

wheelchair, by the bed.  She lifts my stumps and hangs them over

the edge of the bed, so I'm facing her.  She starts off by

massaging my crippled legs, kneading them.  I cant feel them,

but just watching her rub and knead the pale, soft flesh of

what's left of my legs is very stimulating, especially since I

can't feel a thing.  After all these months, bieng a cripple

still excites me!  She finishes the massage and help me dress.

I choose white knee-socks, which of course are thigh-hi's for

me, and a pair of red and white short-shorts, along with a white

blouse.  I always try to look my best.

 

     First come the thigh-hi's.  Jessica lifts my left leg and

begins smoothing the tight sock over my stump.  She pulls it all

the way up, almost to my crotch, not that I can feel it of

course. then does the same with the other.  She then puts a

diaper on me, because not everything about bieng a complete

cripple is perfect, I have limited bladder control due to the

paralysis.  She puts my panties on over my diaper and then lifts

both my stubbies to get the legs of my shorts over them.  The

shorts are small and tight, the way I like them, and it takes

Jessica a minute to get them all the way on.  I put on my own

blouse and bra.  I could do it all, of course, and often do, but

I get an extra thrill when someone helps me to do it.

 

     Jessica lifts me into my wheelchair and I lift my left

stump over my right, demurely crossing my crippled legs.  I

think it's so sexy to watch my stumps just sway and flop there

helplessly, I love to feel like a cripple.   I love for people

to have to help me do things, love the way my paralyzed stumps

attract attention.  I love the way my legs drag behind me when I

butt-scoot across the floor.  I love it all, I love my body now,

in it's helpless condition.

 

     I know it sounds odd, to actually LIKE bieng a cripple, to

enjoy bieng paralyzed from the waist down AND have both my legs

amputated just below the knee, but it's not bad at all, really.

I like getting around in my wheelchair, I like bieng in it, I

always have.  I thing I'm better this way, sexier as a crippled

girl.

 

     The next day is the pool, for both fun and exercise with

Jessica.  We get to the pool and Jessica slides off my shorts,

revealing a small bikini bottom.  I take off my t-shirt to

revael a skimpy bikini top.  I drop down out of my wheelchair

and butt-scoot over to the poolside, dragging my stumps behind

me as I scoot on my hands.  Jessica is already in the water, and

she gently lifts my legs over the edge of the pool.  My stumps

dip in the water, but I can't feel them, of course.  Due to my

condition, I can't really swim, so I hold onto Jessica and lower

myself into the water.  I feel the chill of the water as soon as

it hits my bellybutton, and I giggle.  I look down into the

water to see my stumps just floating around limply.  Jessica

puts me on a float and I paddle around the pool in the sun.