Characters Index

Author's Notes

 Readers should not necessary (unless you want to do so) picture these characters' faces looking exactly their inspirations. The inspirations are for body measurements, Nationality/Skin Tone, hair, eyes, height, weight, feet, sexuality (and other) only. So the face of a character whose inspiration is Kim Kardashian (like London) should not pictures Kim's face or consider her a Kim personality either, but she will be 5'3” and be curvy and busty, but that is mostly all Although, again, unless you want to do so. The rest of how they look and their personality especially will be shown through the descriptions within the story.
 Basically, I don't you to think, “Oh, he said Kim Kardashian is an inspiration, I hate her, so I hate this character because London will be exactly like her”. She's just inspired by her superficially. And again, unless you really like an inspiration and wan to picture the character as looking exactly like her, then go ahead and do so.
 Character basics will only be given at first, with updates later, not spoiling what procedures, possible accidents, and changes to those characters could come in the future (and there will be those things happening to some).
 Once a procedure is done, the level of the procedure, in the future years, will not be thought of as a disablity (in the stats). It will be still called, and labeled under, the procedure. For example, Jess' procedure was done at L5 (incomplete), but in Year 2, in the listing of her updated stats, this will be listed as Procedure: L5 Incomplete, not as a disability, listed as Other Features (Disabilities/ Physical features/Fetishes/Etc.): L5 Incomplete.
 Characters in the Client sections will be lsited in order of appearance. In the Staff section, new characters will be listed first, the returnees, and staff that have a temp procedure will be put in the Client section, their procedure info there, not in the Staff section. 

Year 1: Trials & Tribulations (2014)

 Note: The Roman numerals beside the characters' names indicate the first, second, etc, procedures they undergo, most of which will be temp procedures. 
 Only Winnie has one in the staff section, since she was the guinea pig and first procedure, and technically not a client.
 I probably need to give the clients more of a variety of wheelchairs, adding Ti-Lite to the mix (Aero Z Series &and Aero X Series 2 being the coolest)

Year 1 Clinic Staff

Dr. Winnie

Age: 26
Inspiration(s): Amy Acker
Nationality/Skin Tone: American/Fair
Hair/Eye Color: Curly Dark Brown/Hazel
Height: 5'8”
Weight: 109lbs
Bust-Waist-Hips:: 32-21-33
Bra Size: 32B (Small B)
Dress Size: 0
Shoe/Feet: 7
Sexuality: Gay
Occupation/Position: Chemist/Clinic Founder & Owner
Other Features (Disabilities/
Physical features/Fetishes/Etc.): Glasses**, Puffy Nipples/Tall, Busty Women
Intro: Prologue
Procedure: Perm T10 Complete
Wheelchair: Colours Zephyr (Midnight Blue)
Notes: *She's Amy in personality (Fred), but with Samantha's measurements (tiny waist).
 **I've forgotten to mention her glasses in many descriptions of her appearance, so this needs to happen.

Wes

Age: 35
Inspiration(s): The Author/Wesley Wyndham-Price (character name)
Nationality/Skin Tone: American/White
Height: 5'11”
Weight: 190lbs
Hair/Eye Color: Brown/Hazel
Penis Size: Thick 8”
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Pansexual*
Occupation/Position: Chemist, Engineer/Clinic Co-Founder/Clinic Co-Founder
Other Features (Disabilities/
Physical features/Fetishes/Etc.): Devotee/Cast (wannabe), Foot, Care, & Anus Fetish
Intro: Year 1: Chapter 2: Heal Thyself
Notes:  Wesley is basically the dark side of me, and with wishful thinking about penis size.
 *It's not revealed, however, that he's pan, until much later, so at fist this info perhaps should be left open or deceptively written as Heterosexual, then changed once Ariana shows up and changes his world view of sex.
 **His first chair, Wannabe Weekend, is just the standard Quickie GPV or GT chair, but he buys a custom Colours for himself, for future temp doses and pretending occasionally. His wannabe experience made him somewhat interested in pretending and being a temp para on occasion. 

Nurse Abigail

Age: 44
Inspiration(s): Aisha Tyler
Ethnicity/Skin Tone: African-American/Medium Brown
Hair/Eye Color: Black/Dark Brown
Height: 6'
Weight: 137lbs
Bust-Waist-Hips: 37-26-37
Bra Size: 34DD
Dress Size: 8
Shoe/Feet: 10
Sexuality: Gay
Occupation: Entrepreneur, Early Retired
Other Features (Disabilities/
Physical features/Fetishes/Etc.): Beautiful Legs/Para Devotee, Care & Diaper FetishIntro: Year 1: Chapter 3: New Nurse for Hire
Prologue: Abigail is not your 'typical black girl', as she likes to explain, having grown up wealthy in the suburbs, in Connecticut. After college, she her then girlfriend started home-brewing, their beer soon becoming popular, so they grew it to a business then sold it to ajmajor brewery, making millions.
 But Abigail has always, since she was a little girl, been a wannabe, keeping her secret until now, and she can afford to make her dream finally come true.
Notes: *I'm changing her C cups (Aisha being a C) to DD's.

Year 1 Clients

Jess

Age: 23
Inspiration(s): Jessie Wannabe/Mia Farrow/Carey Mulligan
Nationality/Skin Tone: American/Very Fair 
Hair/Eye Color: Natural Light Blonde (Pixie Cut)/Sparkling Blue
Height: 5'4”
Weight: 122lbs
Bust-Waist-Hips: 32-26-32*
Bra Size: 32A
Dress Size: 6
Shoe/Feet: 7.5
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: None, College Graduate
Other Features (Disabilities/
Physical features/Fetishes/Etc.): Degenerative Eye Disease
Inro: Year 1: Chapter 2: Tunnel Vision
Prologue: The shy Jess has wanted to be a paraplegic ever since she can remember, and the timing of the clinic is perfect for her since she doesn't think she has much time left with eyesight. Jess has a degenerative eye disease that will one day lead to total blindness.
Procedure: T12 Complete
Wheelchair: Quickie Ori (Black with Tubular Footrests)
Notes: *Soft (Slightly chubby, not toned)

Some Notes & a Content Warning

Warning: The content is of this story is VERY explicit sexually. This is just fantasy, and though some of the content, in real life, would be a violation in real life, here, it is part of the game they all are playing. It's as if there's an unwritten agreement between everyone, and again, it's all fantasy.

There is also, and some might say, extreme content that deals with bodily functions relating to care fetish and diaper fetish. That also is not going to be for everyone, but I might have two versions of the story, one with all the extreme content, and one with a paired down version of it, only alluding to such things.

This story will most certainly offend some, or maybe even most, so beware.

Chapter 3: New Nurse for Hire

A month and a half after Winnie's procedure, and only a week after they had successfully paralyzed their first client, Jess, Winnie wanted a nurse hired before the next.

Wes thought he could do the job, but agreed that a nurse would at least look good for the clinic, professional. He then interviewed several nurses he vetted from online resumes, putting a message out to devotee boards online. This also provided many unqualified applicants, and several kooks, but Anna stuck out. First, Anna was gay, marking the required box on the Wes made application. This would not be a question any normal employer would ever be allowed to ask, but this wasn't for just any job, and they weren't exactly normal employers.

“This job is medicine meets fetish, so to speak, not that BIID is a fetish, but there will be role-play required as well. Dr. Winnie likes to play the poor disabled girl, and I expect future clients will like to role-play as well.” Wes wrote, above the grouping of questions dealing with such subjects, adding, “If you have a problem with doing this as part of the job, then this just isn't the job for you.”

But Anna, like all the others who filled it out, was not only not offended, she was excited. She knew she could do the job, and sitting in front of Wes, she explained this, selling herself to him.

“I took improv in college. I wasn't great, but I think I know I can handle role-playing. I've done it in my private life, and it's always been a big hit, if I can be so immodest.”

“Dr. Winnie is the definition of immodest, so feel free.” Wes said, charmed by the big, beautiful nurse. “She'll be in a back brace, wanting to be treated like she just broke her back, at T10. And she'll want to act like she's not happy about it.”

“Sounds good, I 'll expect to be called terrible things then.” Anna said, smiling, seeming to Wes to be game for anything. Wes liked her.

She's pretty good at it, so break a leg.” Wes said, thinking he was clever. “So, I guess you're hired.”

“Oh, well thank you, when do I start?” Anna asked, impatient.

“You really know how to pick them Wes. She's like no other woman I've ever seen. I know she's not your type, but she's perfect in my not-so humble opinion.” Winnie said, excited for Anna to start as her new nurse.

“She is something.” He said diplomatically, though even the lover of slimmer, more petite woman could appreciate Anna's unique body.

Nurse Anna was almost six feet tall, voluptuous, with an hourglass figure, and although she must have weighed at least 180 pounds, maybe a few pounds more, her large hips and bosom, a 38FF, made her waist comparably slimmer. She also wasn't afraid to show off her amazing curves either, having shown up wearing a traditional nursing uniform that was tailored to show off as much cleavage as was almost tasteful. Nurse Anna clearly loved the fetish lifestyle, and was the only one of the candidates bold enough to show it. Winnie loved curves, especially big hips and breasts, and shapely legs, only liking her own legs skinny, though she preferred the term 'atrophied'.

Later the next day, Nurse Anna entered Winnie's room for a diaper change and bowel cleaning, Winnie having given herself a suppository as a surprise and test for the new nurse, who had ditched the modified nursing uniform for modern scrubs, Wes telling her that Winnie wanted a more realistic scene to start.

“That fantastic vintage uniform will be of good use soon enough though.” Wes added.

Winnie, of course, had a bowel routine, but she wanted to be taught one by her new nurse, and soon played the poor newbie cripple.

“Gross, will I ever get used to this?” Dr. Winnie, the brilliant, newly crippled scientist, asked Nurse Anna – the smell completely real, though the opinion, a fantasy.

“Not sure I would Doctor, if I'm being honest.” Nurse Anna said, picking up on the fantasy.

“Well, at least you're honest Nurse.” Dr. Winnie said, keeping it professional, wanting to keep it this way at first.

“I am nothing but honest Doctor.” Nurse Anna said, her latex gloved finger deep inside Dr. Winnie's numb cavity. “Okay, everything looks good back here.” Nurse Anna announced, taking her dirtied gloves off and replaced them, then applying a fresh diaper.

“Not sure I need those gross details Nurse.” Dr. Winnie said, surprising Anna, who suddenly thought she'd said something wrong. But she then realized Winnie was still playing.

“Sorry ma'am.” Nurse Anna said. 'Stay in the moment, get it together.' She then told herself, not wanting to disappoint her new, and well paying, employer.

“Again, Doctor.” Dr. Winnie said, correcting Nurse Anna in a bitchy tone. Anna liked this.

“Sorry... Doctor.” Nurse Anna gave it back in a passive-aggressive bitchy tone of her own.

Dr. Winnie liked this.

“But you're doing a decent enough job I guess.” Dr. Winnie complimented, sort of. “So, when do I get out of this bed?” Dr. Winnie asked.

“Today actually, let's get you in a wheelchair and wheeling around for a bit.” Nurse Anna announced. “But I want you to scoot over to the edge this time. It's been enough time. You need to be doing this stuff on your own. I won't be there for the rest of your life.” Nurse Anna ordered.

“But I'll be this pitiful for the rest of my life.” Dr. Winnie said, playing the bitter victim.

“You're not pitiful, but you're acting that way. I'm not asking you to smile, but at least stop pouting. You're a grown ass woman.” Nurse Anna said with sass, proud of her improv skills. She was definitely in the moment.

Dr. Winnie then did as she was told, scooting her body, struggling for real with the restrictive custom clamshell brace, which had been made by Wes, the brace preventing her from easily doing what she had done mostly without it. She then played a bit after that, wincing in pain, though no pain existed, finally reaching the edge of the bed.

“Now, transfer, don't worry, I'll be here to help if you need me.” Nurse Anna said, reassuring the acting worried Dr. Winnie. “”Yes, scoot closer to the end, now, yes, left hand on the seat, now SCOOT.” Nurse Anna directed. Dr. Winnie slid her body off the bed and over to her chair, even stumbling a bit, not getting completely in the seat, having to scoot over when in it. Anna admired Winnie's commitment to her part. “Now, get those feet on the footplate, good.” Nurse Anna finished, Dr. Winnie fully sitting in her “new” chair.

“It's kind of a slick chair actually.” Dr. Winnie said.

“Yes, state of the art. You deserve the best Doctor.” Nurse Anna curiously said, but Dr. Winnie liked where she was going.

“You don't need to brown nose Nurse, unless you're just being a smart ass, because I can call your boss and get a new nurse just like that.” Dr. Winnie said, in a snarky tone, before snapping her fingers.

“Yes Doctor, I was complimenting you. I...”

“Yes?”

“I've read your book. It's very good.” Anna added.

“Oh, well thank you.” Dr. Winnie said immodestly.

Her attitude had been snippy from the beginning, injured Dr. Winnie mourning the loss of not only her lower body, her injury also interrupting her state of the art research. She had planned on giving Nurse Anna a difficult time for longer, but liked Anna's improv and the turn, and for the rest of the scene that morning, Dr. Winnie thawed her attitude – at least a little.

But the next day, Dr. Winnie was awful to Nurse Anna again. “What a bitch,” Anna thought later, “so convincing for such a sweet girl.” Anna said to herself, later that night after the long day of being cursed at by in character Dr. Winnie.

“Time for a bath sweetie.” Nurse Anna said, on that morning.

“Ugh, you again, you're too perky, can I get another nurse?” Dr. Winnie asked.

“Sorry, you get me again this morning.”

“Well, fuck me then.”

“Language please.” Nurse Anna said. Winnie had to hide a smile. She didn't like to curse in real life, but thought it appropriate for the scene.

“Fuck you, you perky cunt.” Dr. Winnie retorted, scowling, having never said the c-word ever before out loud to anyone, even as part of a play, or in jest.

“Now, I haven't heard that one before. Nice one, but I would appreciate you not cuss.” Nurse Anna said, adding a slight drawl, the scene a work in progress.

“Cuss? What are you, some hillbilly? Well, whatever, so what today, clean my asshole? Oh, excuse me, my bottom.”

“Better, and no, but I will be giving you a suppository.” Winnie knew this, but the bitter Dr. Winnie didn't. Winnie was looking forward to it and the results, Dr. Winnie would not.

Nurse Anna then took off Dr. Winnie's diaper, not soiled, and inserted the suppository. She then checked her cath bag, but it was only a third full. “Everything looks fine Winnie.”

“Doctor.”

“Excuse me, Doctor, everything looks okay for now.”

“Okay? Really? So, I can just get up out of this bed and walk out?”

“Everything else Doctor, I apologize.”

“Just go away.” Dr. Winnie ordered.

“Fine, see you later... Doctor.”

“Bitch.” Dr. Winnie said, so that Nurse Anna could hear, Anna's back turned; Anna smiling.

That afternoon, Nurse Anna returned then unfastened Dr. Winnie's diaper, revealing a stinky mess. “So I shit myself? Oh joy, this is my life now.” Dr. Winnie said, in a monotone voice.

“Yes, it is, and the sooner you accept this, the sooner you will get on the road to recovery and out of here.” Nurse Anna said, playing the optimist, but not as perky.

“Recovery? There is no recovery. This is me forever you stupid woman.”

“By recovery, I mean independence.' Nurse Ana continued, ignoring the insult, though Anna liking it. “You may not think this now, I mean it's so early in your recovery, so you should be angry, but you will get stronger and out of here”

“Well, don't expect me to jump for joy when I get out of this bed or wheel around a bit. Oh wait, I CAN'T JUMP!” Anna had to fight hard not to chuckle at Winnie's melodramatic performance.

But out of character, Winnie was a sweetheart. Two weeks later, and Anna still very much her and the clinic's nurse, both laughed at those early days, at how good Dr. Winnie was at being a huge cunt, Anna's word, and at how good Anna was as a great obnoxious optimist bitch. “Though I'm glad you changed the perkiness to a matter of fact manner.” Winnie complimented.

And just over a few weeks in, Dr. Winnie finally made her move, the scene months ahead in Dr. Winnie's recovery, and Nurse Anna ditching the frumpy modern scrubs for her modified vintage uniform.

Winnie couldn't make herself cry literally, but played the crying patient, appreciative of Nurse Anna's care, apologizing for her early behavior, Nurse Anna understanding of course, and taking Dr. Winnie into her arms and ample bosom. Dr. Winnie then lifted her head up and looked into Nurse Anna's clear blue eyes. Nurse Anna understood, and met Dr. Winnie halfway, their lips soon touching passionately.

“We can finally be together.” Dr. Winnie said, again melodramatically.

“Yes, forever.” Nurse Anna said back, equaling Winnie's melodrama.

Nurse Anna then stood up, off the bed, and undressed for Winnie, who watched in amazement as Anna revealed more and more of her unique and amazing body, and Nurse Anna rejoined Dr. Winnie on the bed as quickly as possible, once fully nude. Nurse Anna then helped Dr. Winnie undress, and was soon kissing her again, moving down Winnie's body, kissing her comparatively much smaller, though perky B's, her unfeeling belly button to her unfeeling sex after removing the fresh diaper, she just moments earlier, applied.

But Dr. Winnie loved that she couldn't feel Nurse Anna's lips and tongue, and begged for more, Nurse Anna's fingers soon inside her, the pleasure starting as Nurse Anna kept fingering Dr. Winnie, moving up her body as she did so, both kissing again, the statuesque Anna easily using her fingers, and expertly, as Winnie finally had her lips on Anna's nipples. Winnie suckled as Anna fingered, multiple orgasms coming soon after.

“Oh god, you're the first to make me...” Winnie said, no longer in character for some time, back to herself.

“Really?” Anna asked, not sure if Winnie meant ever, or since her 'accident'.

“Yes, I mean, since my procedure.”

“Oh, could you come easily before.?”

“Yeah, both ways.” Winnie answered, smiling, her head back in Anna's bosom

“Good to know.”

“Now, it's your turn.” Winnie suddenly said, looking up at Anna, her neck crooked.

“No, not today, this was your day.”

“My favorite day.” Winnie smiled, her head back down.

All this, Wes inevitably hearing some of the details, made him a bit jealous. Wes wanted to be the nurse, hiring Anna out of loyalty and love for Winnie. But he dreamed of playing the scenarios they played, of Winnie insulting his manhood, as a male nurse, as she bitterly dealt with being a new para. He dreamed of a scenario, with Winnie's permission, of taking advantage, playing the pervert nurse, fingering her unfeeling pussy as she slept, unable to feel this violation. And soon, Winnie would let him fuck Dr. Winnie as she played unconscious. He even had a dream of her agreeing to take a sedative to make her unconscious, Winnie letting him do what he pleased to the unconscious Dr. Winnie.

But instead, he focused on his work, and especially on the next client.

Chapter 2: Darkness Falling

Almost exactly two months later, Dr. Winnie wanting to see if the serum's effects held for a decent amount of time, she was ready for her first client, Jess, a lifelong wheelchair wannabe who has always dreamed of being completely paralyzed from the waist down. But Jess was more than just their first client, unable to afford the procedure, Dr. Winnie approved her as their first pro bono client, making Wes unhappy and Dr. Winnie delighted.

“It's perfect Wes, come on, think about it, out first client will basically be a guinea pig, who shouldn't be charged anyway.” Winnie argued, making sense to Wes, who frowned, though then nodded in agreement a few seconds after.

Time was a factor as well for Jess, who had an eye disease that was degenerative. In time, she would go completely blind and wanted to enjoy herself as a para as much as possible until then. She didn't know exactly how long she had, but her eyesight was already bad enough that she couldn't drive and had to read regular print using a 5x magnifying glass. “I guess I have about twenty or so years left, maybe thirty, or at least I hope.” the soft spoken Jess explained frankly, over Skype, unable to get a ride to see Dr. Winnie in person for the first consult. But she was very matter-of-fact about it all, not getting upset. “When I was a kid, I didn't think it would last this long. I'm 'lucky' in that it seems to be a very slow degeneration for me. Others like me aren't so lucky.”

Wes and Dr. Winnie were impressed, and curious.

“How old were you?” The curious Dr. Winnie asked, on the phone, Wes listening on speaker.

“About five, and I've since met people with the same thing who are totally blind, who were diagnosed at my age but quickly lost their eyesight.” She explained, and seeing Dr. Winnie's face, added. “Oh I know, terrible huh? So I feel fortunate, well, some of the time.” Jess smiled to make sure Dr. Winnie knew it was Okay to smile too, at her little verbal wink. “I once chatted online with a guy who lived almost thirty years with no sign of it, then, boom, tunnel vision. He had to quite being a firefighter. So I guess I'm in the middle, diagnosed young but with a slow degeneration. Time is running out. I need this.”

“What about when you do, you know,” Dr. Winnie asked, not wanting to say it out loud.

“Go blind?” Jess finished.

“Yes, and you're also a para?”

“There's no reversal.” Wes added.

“You might not want to hear this, but I think I'll just worry about that when the time comes. I need this now. I need to be me, please, don't change your minds because I'm already disabled.”

On the other side of the Skype call, Dr. Winnie and Wes gave each other a look of agreement, then Dr. Winnie said. “Don't you worry, you deserve to be you, just like any other wannabe.” And with this, tears streamed from Jess's eyes, unseen by Dr. Winnie and Wes.

A few days later, it was finally time, and Wes picked her up at the train station, Dr. Winnie paying for her ticket as well, and took her to The Clinic, what Dr. Winnie wanted her house to be called. “Will everything be ready?” Jess nervously and impatiently asked, after some silence in the car, on the way.

“Dr. Winnie has already prepared the serum, knowing that you want plenty of muscle atrophy still?”

“Oh yes, I want to look as disabled I will feel.” She simply and softly said, staring out the window at the beautiful Northern California scenery.

“Great, and it won't take long for me to prepare the rest. Don't worry, you'll get your dream in no time.” Wes said, giving the nervous Jess a smile, reassuring her.

“I'm so sorry, I just never thought I'd see, well, I guess literally see the day when this dream would come true. And I'm so fortunate that this is happening at such a young age.” The twenty-three year old Jess said softly, again, but looking at Wes for once. Jess was a very shy young woman, a petite 5'4”, with short blonde hair.

Wes had noted, when he first saw her in the doorway, that she looked like a cross between a young Mia Farrow, but just a little rounder cheeked.

Back at the clinic, Jess' eyes wide and mouth open after seeing inside, then saw the chair, a Quickie Ori, one the decided standard chairs Dr. Winnie and Wes had agreed to offer as a for their pro bono clients. Jess, who liked the tubular footrest, then walked up to it hesitantly, drawn to it and without permission. She felt the wheelchair's back, and next bent down and felt the seat and ran her fingers around the push ring.

“You'll look great in it. It's much nicer than the one you have, huh?” Wes said, having seen her plain hospital chair in the corner, at her place. She then understood that it was her new chair and that she was perfectly welcome to touch it, or even sit in it.

“I got mine from an online friend to play with, though I don't really wanna tell what I had to do to get that chair.” Jess curiously confessed. “But at least it had leg rests that lifted. it was fun after he put me in in two long leg casts.” Jess further explained, bluntly, revealing just enough for Wes to get the idea. But she didn't look sad, she looked excited while explaining this, still admiring her future chair. “I can't wait to get into this one, and get rid of that old thing, and as a real para – I just can't believe...”

“Well believe.” Dr. Winnie said, smiling, turning her chair towards Jess, having been busy with some calculations.

“We don't have a nurse yet, so I'll be doing those duties, if you don't mind a male nurse?” Wes asked nervously, feeling Jess out, though knowing she might like him.

“That would be nice.” She politely said.

Wes continued. “I'll need to cath you and put you in a diaper once I've injected you.”

“I look forward to that.” Jess simply said, with a sweet smile.

“Ready?” Wes then asked, Jess nodded, and seeming to know what to do next, stripped off her simple flowery dress that conservatively ended just below the knees, revealing a simple white bra, then a small, but cute and perky pair of small B cups. Wes then noted her cute pair of matching cotton white bikini panties, which she slipped right off with no prompting, her panties at her ankles.

“Yes.” Wes said, as Jess undressed, Dr. Winnie still doing calculations in her chair, not paying attention. Dr. Winnie and Wes had not discussed the clothing situation. Only an injection to whatever part of the back was necessary, and Dr. Winnie had told Wes to order hospital gowns, one of which Wes had in his hand, staring at the cute naked pixie girl in front of him.

Jess took the gown, but didn't bother to fasten it at the back, so it just hung loose on her, and Wes could still see her cute, round cheeks. Jess sat on the massage table, and Dr. Winnie was back in charge, putting her calculations down, though the calculations were just busy work. She was nervous too.

“So,” Dr. Winnie said, taking over, “tell me the details, What do you want to feel, not feel? Where's the injury, so to speak?”

“I want to feel my belly button.” Jess said, not seeming to know the exact location say.

“Okay, so first, lie on your back for me Okay?” Wes requested. Jess did so, once on her back, on the massage table. “Now, tell me where to stop where you don't want to feel.” Wes instructed, Dr. Winnie spinning back around to type in her notes, not paying attention to Wes, who knew what to do, soon moving his fingers from the nape of her neck, slowly down her body, between her nipples, her chest flat, and finally over her soft, but flat tummy, and belly button.

“Stop.” She simply said, his fingers just above her pubic hair, unshaven and matching her blonde eyebrows.

“Where?” the bedside manner lacking Dr. Winnie asked Wes, not paying attention, not bothering to turn her chair. Though if she had, she wouldn't have been able to see far over the massage table anyway. This is what Wes was for and what a new nurse would eventually be hired to do.

“L5, as you wish.” Wes said, both informing Jess and Dr. Winnie.

“That will mean I can't walk, but can feel my belly button?” The ethereal pixie girl asked.

“Yes.” Dr. Winnie said, turning around with the syringe in her hand, handing it to Wes.

“Will it hurt?” Jess daintily asked, moving on from the details.

“Yes.” Wes came clean. “You'll feel a quick, sharp pain in your back as I inject you, but remember, this means that soon you'll be feeling nothing below that sharp pain. And you are sure about this? Once I give you the shot, you'll be paralyzed from here,” Wes asked, putting his fingers in her pubic hair and running them down passed her sex, then across her thighs, her knees, shins and over the top of her feet, taking the opportunity to touch her nude body, not caring much about being inappropriate, noticing Winnie was not looking again. But he also saw that Jess seemed to like it. “Now, turn over onto your stomach for me.” Wes ordered. She did so, excitedly, then Wes moved his fingers back up to the spot where he was going to inject her. “Should be about right here, L5”

“Very good Wes.” Dr. Winnie announced, back around again just in time, ready, eager to watch their first client, pushing her bottom off her chair slightly, her arms on the tires of her chair, straining to look over the massage table. She held that position until after Jess was injected, watching intently, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. Jess then closed her eyes, unseen by anyone, only opening them after the needle pricked into, then pierced through her skin, and deep into her back – just enough.

Like it did for Winnie, the serum took a little time to do its work, until Wes finally asked. “How do you feel, any headache or nausea?”

“I guess I feel fine, just... different.” She said, her voice muffled a bit by her face and cheeks in the massage table.

“Well, let's see how different.” Wes tested her back side first, with Dr. Winnie, though not straining anymore, giving her arms a rest, watching intently.

“Our first,” she said, “you're a very special girl,” she added curiously.

“I am.” Jess answered proudly.

Next, Wes helped her on her back to test her after the preliminary test while on her stomach revealed a good result so far. Jess had difficulty getting herself turned over, needing help, which also boded well for her results. Jess, along with Dr. Winnie, then watched intensely as Wes ran his fingers across various points, asking the question, soon finding out that the procedure was a success. Jess especially liked watching Wes use the pin to poke the bottoms of her once very ticklish, unfeeling, feet. He then tested the tops of her feet, her ankles and up her legs, Jess watching as he manipulated those unfeeling legs for the first time. Dr. Winnie delighted in watching this too, remembering her procedure and not feeling for the first time.

Wes got nervous as he moved higher, not sure how far he should go. He slowly moved up her thighs, starting on the outside to be safe, looking at Winnie, who didn't seem to care, then moved to her inner thighs – higher and higher up.

“We haven't hired a nurse yet,” Dr. Winnie suddenly interrupted, “but when we do, she'll give you a thorough gyno exam,” making Wes stop his exam just below where he wanted to go next.

But Jess, seeming much more confident, intervened for Wes. “Nurse Wes can do it,” she said, with a coy grin, no longer seeming the shy, demure girl she was when Wes first met her. “I don't mind. I want to see that I can't feel at all down there, is that Okay?”

Dr. Winnie looked at Wes, who looked back wanting, though trying to hide his excitement at the possibility of being the gyno again. Dr. Winnie wasn't happy about this, not wanting Wes, a non-medical professional to do their first medical exam so thoroughly, but this wasn't a normal medical procedure either. Dr. Winnie nodded, giving Wes permission, deciding that the customer, or client rather, was always right.

With the go ahead from his boss, Wes proceeded to give Jess an amateur gyno exam, though he made sure Jess and Dr. Winnie could see all he was doing, and touching, so she could control it. “Now, what do you want to test?” he asked, wanting to gain Dr. Winnie's trust too.

“Touch it, spread it, I don't know.” She blushed, her shy self returning. She watched, her head supported by a foam wedge, as Wes, wearing latex gloves, moved his fingers across her lips, then spread them apart. Jess delighted in not being able to feel this, Wes soon revealing and rubbing her clitoris, and fingering her, with one, then two fingers, inside. Jess seemed like a new woman.

“I couldn't feel that.” Jess said excited, after the gyno exam. “I really couldn't feel any of it.”

“That's good.” Dr. Winnie said, proud of her serum. She had two successes.

“Can you test my feet again?” Jess confidently asked. “And ask me to wiggle my toes.” She sort of ordered.

“Of course.” Dr. Winnie and Wes liked this and Wes then got the pin again and poked the bottom of her feet, actually drawing a little spot of blood. Jess smiled wide as he swabbed it away with a square of gauze. “I couldn't feel that.” She just simply said.

“Good again, now can you try and wiggle your toes for me?” He asked as requested. Jess tried, but her toes did nothing her brain told them to do. She tried harder, but nothing and continued to smile. Dr. Winnie was also secretly trying to wiggle her toes, knowing they weren't doing so, inside her pumps, either.

“Good, now can you feel this now? Any feeling here?” He asked, continuing the exam redux, lifting her legs one by one, testing the back of her upper thighs.

“I'm really paralyzed!” She suddenly said again. Dr. Winnie then wheeled closer to Jess and held her hand, both let out tears of joy.

“Do you want to get dressed?” Dr. Winnie asked, ending Wes' extended exam, jumping ahead a little too far.

“Yes, but I might need help.”

“In a little bit, but first you'll need this.” Wes interrupted, soon holding a diaper. “We don't won't you having any messy accidents like the doc over here had.”

“I almost forgot again!” Dr. Winnie squealed. “I was so excited about my new-found paralysis, I forgot to put on a diaper and peed myself while wheeling around celebrating!” Dr. Winnie added, giggling, Jess joining her, like two schoolgirls.

“Oh my, I don't want to mess the clinic up.” She said, calling Dr. Winnie's place a clinic. Dr. Winnie liked this.

“The diaper is only for now, but once we hire a nurse, she can insert a catheter and then teach you how to insert it yourself. I just don't feel confident enough, don't wanna give a UTI or anything.”

“Okay, a diaper is fine. I wear them, or wore them,” Jess corrected herself, smiling at the fact that she had to correct the tense, “when I would pretend. I even used them.” She added, looking down, a bit ashamed.

“Me too.” Dr. Winnie added, wanting Jess to know she wasn't alone. Wes didn't understand all this entirely, as a devotee only, but liked hearing about it, liking this aspect of his fetish, also liking pretenders, not just real para's.

“Anyway, she'll also teach you a bowel routine too, so you won't need use the diaper most of the time, but until then, you'll definitely have accidents, and I'll be your nurse and will clean you, if that's Okay?” But he knew the answer and she confirmed it by mumbling “yes”, more focused on watching as he diapered her, as she had only ever diapered herself, the caster friend of hers, the one that 'gave' her the chair, not liking them. “Don't worry, we'll make sure the nurse is nice.” He assured her.

“You're nice.” She said.

“Thanks, that's sweet.” He said, thinking that if she only knew. “I like the idea of taking care of you.” Dr. Winnie rolled her eyes, unseen, but then smiled slightly.

Finally, after being helped into her clothes, Jess was finally in her new wheelchair, and immediately started to experience real para life for the first time. “Can I have a beer or something?”

“Sure, I take it you want to christen that diaper as soon as possible huh?” Wes asked boldly, but felt comfortable doing so at that point.

“Yes, I can't wait to pee myself while wheeling around paralyzed. I just can't believe it!”

“I can't get over your transformation. You are not the shy girl I met just days ago.” Wes said, then retrieved a six pack from the kitchen, thinking she might want more than one. “I'll be watching, just ask if you need any help.” Wes said, after Jess gulped down half the first beer, then continued her wheeling, maneuvering around all the furniture like it was an obstacle course.

Soon, she had finished two beers as Wes and Dr. Winnie nursed their one, Wes more intent on watching Jess. The beer had given her fewer inhibitions, and she touched her own body, lifting her legs up to cross them, to manipulate her dead feet. She lifted a foot as far as it would turn inward, then let go and watched it flop back into place. Jess was unable to control it, physics taking over. She then lifted her nightie, which she brought and was wearing, having struggled to put it on, having to shift her weight back and forth to get it under her cute ass. She then touched her revealed diaper. She seemed, to Wes, to love the crinkling sound it made and the way it felt on her hand, which rubbed her crotch. Dr. Winnie understood perfectly. Next, she felt her exposed stomach, stopping when she could feel it again. “Perfect.” She simply said.

“That's nice to hear.” Dr. Winnie said, a bit turned on, hearing a stream filling the diaper, her nightie still up a bit, exposing it's expansion. “Look.” she said, watching it, and when the stream ended, she fixed her nightie, covering it.

“Guess my work isn't done, those beers sure worked.” Wes said, looking forward to changing her wet diaper, but Jess seemed to want to wheel while wet for awhile. Wes then left the room, leaving Dr. Winnie and Jess alone. Jess, however, still had a bit of shyness left in her, and both were quiet for awhile, sitting in their chairs, in front of one another, just smiling, delighting in both their new conditions.

“Okay, I have something more for you.” Wes said, returning to the room, in front of Jess, holding something behind his back. He then showed her a small, for her petite frame, TLSO brace. “Sorry, I had this hidden as a surprise. I thought I'd give it to you as a gift, you know, to make the 'injury' seem more real. I know you like back braces, and I found this one on eBay. It should be about your size.”

“Great idea! Oh, I love it so much! I could never afford one.”

“Yes, nicely done Wes.” Dr. Winnie said, surprised at his thoughtfulness and charity, but then thinking that it was because he liked her more than just as a client. She didn't mind, and smiled, happy for Wes. This was not an ordinary clinic after all.

“When we have the time, we could do a cast.” Wes then added.

“I'd like that. I do love casts too.” Jess responded. She then scooted her body to the front of her chair and in the next motion took off her nightie. It was fun for Dr. Winnie and Wes to watch the new para adjusting her new body unlike she'd ever had to do while pretending. As Dr. Winnie had found out, pretending wasn't anything like the real thing.

Jess struggled, but reveled in it, smiling the entire time, poising her lifeless legs out of their footrest onto the floor, using her arms to move her useless lower body forward. She then adjusted her hips, by shifting her weight in her chair, so that she could take off the nightie. Wes then helped put her in the back brace, which was a bit too small, fitting her more like a corset. Jess had to suck in some, then Jess wanted to wheel in the brace minus the nightie, only it and her diaper as clothing.

“Wait, wanna go out for a bit?” Wes asked, also looking at Winnie to see if she was up to it. She was.

Jess was finally a real para, completely paralyzed from the waist down, courtesy of 'The Clinic', and followed by Wes, Jess back in her flowery dress, the brace taken off and put back on over it, so Jess could show the world she was badly broken, both ladies then wheeled outside happy, Wes following. They were both quite the sight, with many people staring at them, Jess, the newbie, still braced, Dr. Winnie, the apparent veteran to the layperson, 'the mentor' perhaps, her legs thin enough that even a pro could have been fooled, thinking she was 'injured' for longer than she was.

Jess then suddenly suggested they go to the mall. It wasn't far and Wes and Dr. Winnie, just Winnie to Jess at that point, agreed. Winnie was buzzed with excitement too. At the mall, they wheeled across every inch they could, Jess tiring a bit, not used to wheeling as much as Winnie, who had gained the upper body strength by pretending for most of her young life. Wes even treated both ladies to a new pair of shoes, cute sandals for Winnie, but Jess insisted on a harder pair to try on, a pair of Converse All Stars for the quirky pixie. Wes insisted on being the shoe salesman, but Winnie insisted on Jess putting them on herself, saying, “She needs to learn.” Jess liked this and struggled, again, pretending much easier and almost nothing like the real experience.

The shoe salesman, seeing her back brace, nodded, happy he was off the hook, nervous about dealing with a 'cripple'. But he quite enjoyed watching Jess struggle, her previous pretending not quite preparing for how difficult it was, both Wes and Winnie amused by this. Wes noticed the salesman watching had a bulge in his khakis and smiled.

Winnie would later wish she'd picked a pair of knee high boots for herself so she had to struggle. “The sandals were too easy. I felt like a wuss. Jess might always be my favorite client, no matter what.”