The Shot     By ParaGirl

     Tara woke up early, hurrying to get ready for the incredible day ahead.
She put on a sexy skirt, some sheer panty hose, a soft blouse and some shiny
black flats she bought just for today.  She checked herself in the bathroom
mirror one last time, then sat down in her wheelchair.  Tara was a wannabe,
she had always wanted to be confined to a wheelchair.  She bought her first
wheelchair when she was 18 and got her own apartment, and in the four years
since had collected an assortment of crutches, braces, and bandages she
used for various games.  She loved to go out in public in her wheelchair,
and everyone at work thought she was so accident-prone, the number of times
she came into work on crutches, her ankle bandaged or, when she was able to
manage it, in a cast.  She had spent two whole months in a long-leg
fiberglass cast once, but that was nothing compared to what she had in store
today.
     She met Brian at a club she had gone to in her wheelchair.  The
wheelchair had apparently attracted Brian, and they had struck up a
conversation.  It took Tara three weeks to admit to Brian she was actually a
wannabe, but it turned out to be the best thing she could have done.  It
turned out that Brian was a resident nurse, and he also had a fascination
with the handicapped and wanted to try a little experiment.
     One of the things Tara had 'collected' over the years was her car, a
hand-controlled model she had found on a used car lot.  The salesman hadn't
asked any questions when she had said she wanted it, and after a quick
lesson on operating it, she had driven it home.  She drove it now, her
wheelchair in the back seat, to Brian's house.  She parked in the driveway
and, when she was sure she wasn't being watched, got out and pulled her
wheelchair from the back seat, sitting in it and straightening her skirt.
She wheeled herself to the front door and rang the bell.  Brian opened the
door and welcomed her inside.
     "So, you're ready for this Tara?"  Brian asked.
     "As ready as I'll ever be.  Do you have the stuff?"
     "I got everything Tuesday, We're all set, come on in."
     Tara wheeled into Brian's bedroom and got onto the bed.
     "Take your blouse and skirt off now, sweety."  Brian Said.
     "Panty hose, too?"
     "Yeah, better take those off, too, it will make it easier."
     Tara took her clothes off and laid on her stomach on the bed.
     "Now, Brian, you're sure this is safe?  I mean, you checked it all,
right?"

     "I promise, nothing can go wrong.  I checked the dosages, I checked the
positioning, I checked everything.  Two shots of this to the backs of your
legs, and you'll be paralyzed for about 24 hours.  I would have done it to
your spine, but I couldn't get the spinal needle, and I didn't want to try

it with this needle."

     "But it will be total paralysis of my legs, right?"

     "Yes, right up to your hips, total paralysis right at the nerve root.
It will be fun, trust me."

     "OK, Brian, let's try this."  Tara said anxiously.

     "Now, it should take about ten minutes for the anesthetic to take full
effect.  After that, get used to that wheelchair for the next day."

     "I can't wait!"

     Tara felt a prick in the back of her left leg, high up.  She felt the
needle jiggle a little and what sounded like an 'OOPS' from Brian, but her
leg indeed went numb.

     "Wow, that was fast!  My leg is already numb!  Do the other one,
quick."

     "OK, here it goes."  Brian said, but with some apprehension in his voice
now.

     Tara felt the prick in the back of her right leg, waiting for the
numbness.  It seemed to take longer for her right leg as she felt the
numbness creep up until her whole lower body was numb.  She couldn't wait to
try out her new body!

     She rolled over with some effort, watching as her legs, which had always
obeyed her, just lay there lifeless.  She couldn't feel a thing!

     "Help me with my pantyhose, Brian"

     Tara sat up and lifted her left leg with both hands, watching the foot
dangle.  Brian sat in her wheelchair and rested Tara's now crippled foot in
his lap.  He slid one leg of the sheer hose up Tara's leg, hearing Tara gasp
as the nylons slid, unfelt, up past her knee.  Brian lifted Tara's other leg
into his lap and slid the other leg of the hose up to Tara's knee.  He then
slid the hose up as far as he could, and watched as Tara boosted herself up
off the bed about three inches.  He slid the panty hose up to Tara's crotch,
hearing Tara gasp a little again as they moved up past the line of
'paralysis'.  Tara looked amazed, aglow at the new development in her life.
She was now, at least for a little while, just what she's always wanted to
be - a paraplegic.

     "Help me with my skirt, Brian."  Tara asked.

     "Nope, I want you to try it, I'm just here to observe."

     "Oh, you brat."  Tara smiled.

     She knew Brian was right, this was her fantasy, and she was going to
have fun with it.  She picked up her skirt and first pulled it over her
feet, which were now dangling over the edge of the bed.  She got it up to
her thighs, then was stuck.  She needed both hands to boost herself up, but
if she let go of the skirt it would fall off again.  She decided to try
something else.  She lifted one limp leg up onto the bed, almost losing
balance as she did.  She then lifted the other leg onto the bed and laid
back, clumsily siding the skirt up over her hips.  She started zipping it
when she remembered her blouse.  This was going to be a bit harder than she
thought.  She pushed herself up on her elbows, then up onto her hands, her
legs not adding any strength or balance, things she had always taken for
granted.  She reached for her blouse, buttoning it up and tucking it in as
well as she could . She then had to lay back down and finish tucking the
blouse in, finally zipping up her skirt.  She lay there for a minute,
contemplating her new lot in life, then decided to get on with it all.

     "OK Brian, as an observer, help me up!"

     Brian helped Tara into a sitting position and swung her legs over the
bed.

     "I'll get into my wheelchair myself, OK?  I have to get used to it, at
least for today."  Tara said.

     Brian wheeled the wheelchair nearer to the bed and locked the wheels.
Tara grasped the armrests and hoisted her limp lower body into the seat.
She was amazed at how her legs just hung below her.  Her entire lower body
was completely numb, her feet dangling there.  She lifted one of her legs
and placed it into the legrest, then the other.  Her feet were turned out a
little, and they were still bare, she could see her crippled toes through
the stockings.

     "I'll put your shoes on for you."  Brian said.

     "OK" Tara said, a little giddy.  She watched Brian gently lift her foot,
almost caressing.  He slid her shoe on carefully, knowing she couldn't feel
it at all.  She watched him lower her foot back into the footrest and lift
her other foot.  He again slid the shoe on, gently.  Tara could definitely
get used to this!

     "Allright Tara, want to go out for a little while?"

     "OK, I'll drive."

     "Great, I'll help you."

     "No, don't help me unless I ask for it, OK."

     "OK, I promise."

     Tara wheeled herself outside and over to her car.  She opened the door
and pulled a smooth plastic board from under the seat.  She locked the
wheels to her wheelchair and placed the slide board between her chair and
the car seat and 'scooted' her rear end over onto the seat.  Her legs were
still in the legrests of the wheelchair.  She lifted one leg into the car,
then the other, so she was sitting at the controls.  She then remembered ...

     "I'll get the wheelchair, Tara.  I'll just put it in the back seat
here."

     Tara looked distraught.  "How could I do it?  Let me try, at least."

     "OK, give it a shot."  Brian replied, stepping back to watch.

     Tara leaned out of the car and, after some wrestling, got the wheelchair
folded.  She then tried to open the back door of the car, but she couldn't
reach the handle from where she sat.  She found it very difficult to
reposition herself without the use of her legs.  She looked back at her legs
and saw that her left leg had actually slipped out of the car door and
dangled limply.  The shoe had fallen off.

     "Brian, help!"  she cried.

     Brian lifted her leg back into the car, sliding the shoe back on.  He
then opened the back door and put the wheelchair into the back seat.  Tara
fastened her seatbelt and started the car, now thankful for all the practice
she had with her hand controls.  If she wasn't looking at them, she wouldn't
even know her legs were there.  As she drove, easing the throttle or brake
control with her hands, she found herself stealing glances at her legs.
They looked the same as they had that morning, but they had changed so much
since then.  Tara drove over some bumpy train tracks, and when she glanced
down again her foot was flopped over on it's side and crooked.  She felt so
odd, being handicapped, even by her own choice.  She saw Brian glancing down
at her crippled foot.  He noticed her and looked away.

     "You like me better like this, don't you?  Handicapped?"

     "I guess I do, yeah.  Is that sick?"

     "I don't know, I'm still getting used to this whole thing.  I mean, I'm
not even REALLY handicapped.  When I wake up tomorrow, I'll be just like I
was this morning, able bodied and in perfect health."

     "And how do you feel about that?"  asked Brian.

     "I'll let you know in the morning."  she replied, and kept driving.

     Tara pulled into the mall parking lot and went to pull into a
handicapped spot, then remembered that even if she WAS actually handicapped
for the day, she didn't have the proper plates on her car.  She parked in
the middle of the parking lot, between a van and another small car.  She
went to open her car door, and found it wouldn't open up all the way without
hitting the van.

     "Damn, I can't get my door opened all the way.  Brian, could you help
again.  This is a lot harder than I thought.  "

     "Sure" Brian replied as he pulled Tara's wheelchair out of the back
seat.  He opened the wheelchair and pulled it up close to Tara's door,
locking the wheels.  Tara wrapped her arms around his neck and he cradled
her limp legs and lifted her up and into her chair.  He helped her
straighten her skirt and watched as she straightened her legs out.  Tara
looked up at Brian staring at her and decided to give him a little thrill.
She lifted her left leg with both hands, holding it behind the knee and
behind her calf, and crossed it over her right leg.  She then bent down and
straightened out her right foot, rechecked her skirt, and rolled on ahead.

     Tara headed straight to the shoe store.  The girl behind the counter
didn't seem to know what to make of this pretty young girl in her
wheelchair, but was very helpful when Tara told her what she wanted,
something in black with a very high heel, the highest the store had.  The
salesgirl came back with a stunning set of black leather shoes with an
almost 4 inch heel!  Tara's heart pounded when the salesgirl asked if she
would like help getting them on, and she of course said yes, please!  She
watched as the salesgirl lifted her left leg off of her right, then removed
the shoe she was wearing.  It was so strange, because when she had put these
shoes on this morning she had use of her legs, could feel her feet.  She
watched the girl put her flat shoe aside an d slide the spike heel onto her
lifeless foot.  She placed the foot into it's footrest and lifted the other
leg, sliding the flat shoe off and putting the heel on.  Tara wheeled to the
mirror and stared at her legs.  The heels caused her feet to turn in a nd a
little onto their sides, and her legs looked crippled, totally useless.  She
bought them and wore them out, asking Brian to carry her old shoes in the
new shoebox.

     They spent hours out, going to stores, dinner, all the while Tara was
experiencing what being handicapped was like.  She had to use a restroom
after lunch and it took twenty minutes to find a wheelchair accessible
stall, and it was occupied by a woman who looked very guilty when she walked
out.  She wheeled into the stall and used the bars to transfer onto the
toilet, then had to wrestle a bit to get her skirt up and her panties down,
and then had to reverse the process before transferring back into her
wheelchair.  It must have sounded quite odd to anyone else who was in the
restroom to hear her struggle.

     It was early evening when Tara and Brian got back to Brian's house, and
then Tara had another dilemma.  All day, Brian had helped her in and out of
her car and helped with her wheelchair.  She decided she needed to get home,
and would figure it out when she got there.  She let Brian out and drove
the way back to her place, trying to figure out how she was going to get out
of her car and into her apartment without the use of her legs!

     Tara arrived in her driveway and decided her first problem was how to
get her wheelchair out of the back seat.  She pulled herself up onto the
seatrest and looked in the back seat.  Damn!  Brian had actually seatbelted
it in!  She pulled herself up and t ried to get over the back of the car
seat and reach the belt, but was too offbalance with her legs still numb.
She let herself back down into the seat, watching her legs almost curl under
her, one of her pretty new shoes slip off and fall to the floor.

     She opened the car door and lifted her leg out, onto the driveway, then
the other leg next to it.  She scooted out to the end of the seat and
lowered herself onto the ground.  She dragged herself to the rear door of
the car and opened it, then pulled herself up to the seat.  She was able to
reach the seatbelt and undo it, then with much struggle hoist the chair out
of the car . She was able, barely, to open the chair and lock the brakes.
Tara pulled herself to the wheelchair and dragged herself, with much
effort, into the seat of the chair.  She settled into the chair and looked
herself over, both shoes off, one in the car and one there on the driveway,
her pretty stockings torn, her skirt dirtied by crawling on the ground.  She
was about to pick up her shoes when she heard the voice.

     "And I thought you might need some help, I guess I was wrong."

     Brian's voice came from the other side of Tara's car as he walked out
from the shadow.  She was embarrassed when she realized he had seen at least
part of her little performance, but wondered why he had just watched until
she figured out why he was here, why the wheelchair was belted in the car...

     "So, do you think I'm sick?  I didn't want to wait until morning, I
might miss my chance."  Brian said.

     "What chance is that?"

     "To make love to a beautiful handicapped woman."

     "Oh.  Well, I'm not really handicapped, you know."

     "Oh really?  Then stand up, get out of your wheelchair."

     "Ow, two points.  So, is this how you think you'll seduce me, by
crippling my legs and hiding in shadows?  I'm not sure I like it."

     "It's you who have seduced me, and I think you do like it."

     "Well then, my arms are tired, push me into the house."

     Brian picked up Tara's' shoes and handed them to her.  She held them in
her lap as Brian pushed her into the house.  She opened the door and he
pushed her directly into the bedroom.

     "Those stockings are torn, let me help you get them off" Brian said.

     "You don't waste any time, do you Brian?  Go ahead, I need some help
getting my skirt off, too."

     Brian sat on Tara's bed and she wheeled over to him.  He gently lifted
her legs onto his lap and she boosted herself up in her chair.  He slid off
her pantyhose and panties, seeing her naked underneath.  She knew he was
looking, and squirmed a little, as much as she could with her legs
paralyzed.  She lowered herself back down and Brian put her legs back into
the legrests.  To his surprise, Tara stripped off her shirt and bra, so she
sat in only her skirt in the wheelchair.

     "Put me on the bed."  she called to him.

     He cradled her limp legs in his arms and lifted her from her chair onto
the bed.  It was so strange to see her legs so limp and lifeless, especially
with the stockings off.  She wiggled out of her skirt, so she lay there
naked, legs laying helpless.  She watched Brian undress and come to bed with
her.  He paid special attention to her legs, and she watched, detached and
fascinated as he massaged and kissed them.  She wanted so much at that
moment to be truly handicapped, truly paralyzed, to forever experience the
joy she felt with Brian.  He caressed her whole body, but it was her
crippled legs that drew him back again and again.  He kissed them, rubbed
them, and as things escalated used them to pleasure himself, and she watched
as he did it, not feeling a thing from her hips down, but feeling such
erotic pleasure in her disability!  As Brian massaged and manipulated her
legs she began to pleasure herself.  They played half the night, and as Tara
went off to sleep she watched Brian position her legs for her and then tuck
her in.  She slept happy and content.

     As Tara woke with memories of the pleasure of the previous night, she
felt a small loss as she again felt her legs - or leg, as she woke more.
She sat up and realized her Right leg was fine, back to normal, but her left
leg was still numb, like it had been the day before.  She woke Brian and
asked why the anesthetic hadn't worn off in her Left leg.  Brian helped her
roll over and examined the leg, seeing only a small bruise where he had
given her the injection.

     "It should have worn off, I don't think it's the anesthetic.  I think we
should see a doctor, something more serious might be wrong."

     Brian drove her to the hospital and helped her into the waiting room,
where the staff put her in a wheelchair.  The doctor looked her over and
asked her what had happened.  She lied and said she had sat on a hatpin, of
all things.

     "The pin seems to have severed the major nerve in the back of your leg.
This nerve controls all sensation in the leg.  I'm afraid your leg is
paralyzed, and with the location of the injury I'm afraid there isn't much
we can do, but with some physical therapy and a long leg brace, it
shouldn't be too limiting."

     Tara was in shock.  She was truly handicapped now, one leg totally
useless, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it, until Brian came by and
offered her any help she needed to adjust to her new condition.  She gladly
accepted, and didn't even feel mad a t him.  She had a feeling this wasn't
going to be so bad after all...

     To be Continued