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.”