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
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
"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
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.