Year 1: Trials & Tribulations: Chapter 1: Heal Thyself

Late Christmas Eve, a twenty-six year old, and early medical school grad, Dr. Winnie, wearing glasses and a new lab coat, a gift to herself, though she didn't really celebrate the religious holiday, along with her devotee assistant, engineer, and former fellow undergrad student Wes, finally made the announcement.

“I finally have it Wes. It's ready.” She announced, holding up a vile with clear substance in it.

“You've had it for days Win.” Wes yawned, admiring, but also frustrated with her perfectionism.

“I'm test subject zero Wes, so it's pretty important that I make sure everything is perfect.” She reminded him.

“Of course, I'm just tired.” Wes yawned again.

“I'm wired.”

Wes was older, almost thirty-five, having been a fellow undergrad receiving his second degree, in chemistry, like Winnie, his first in mechanical engineering. Wes was brilliant in his own right, but new that Winnie was way ahead of him at her young age, and always would be. But he didn't envy young Winnie, he worshiped her, and after he caught her studying in her wheelchair one night, Winnie forgetting that he was coming over, she confessed to him her desires, and he his. They were match for the ages, happenstance, serendipity, or fate, at its best, the wannabe and devotee finding each other, and at the perfect time.

Wes was of average height, just under six feet, and average build, with a little bit of a belly most of the time, but he had a confidence about him that Winnie admired. He was also a very dedicated devotee, and jumped at the chance, once confessed, to join Winnie in her quest,

Well, If this works Win, you can sell it to wannabes the world over, for a premium.” Wes said, excited suddenly, a new cup of coffee in his hand. As Winnie was ready to be her true self, Wes was ready to be rich.

“Yes,” Winnie responded, looking at Wes, disapprovingly of his blatant greed, “though there will be some pro bono cases as well.”

“Of course.” Wes reluctantly agreed.

She was confident, very confident, that it would work, and in exactly a week, Dr. Winnie wanting to wait for the new year, acting as the first guinea pig, not wanting some poor wannabe to be maimed or worse – to not get their dream. She was cute, with long brown curly hair, and light brown eyes. She was often described as 'adorable', or with her glasses on, 'adorkable', two words, especially the latter, that annoyed her to no end. Dr. Winnie wanted to be sultry, sexy, but had no choice but to accept, as a scientist, the actual truth.

The week after Christmas slowly passed, but New Year's Day finally arrived, Wes staying sober for the first time in his adult life, wanting to be fresh for the big day, and when it was time, Dr. Winnie nervously and quickly removed the lab coat off her already skinny 5'6” frame, then slipped out of her 'adorable' navy sleeveless flare dress. Wes watched as she undressed, trying to remain professional as she finally stood there in only set of white cotton bra and panties, soon taking those off too. She was thin and fairly small chested, a 32B, though a smalls B, with puffy nipples, and she was all natural. Wes preferred busty and shaved, but took note of her 'cute little ass' and already nice thin legs. Future muscle atrophy wouldn't make much visible difference, he thought.

But whether or not it would show very much, Dr. Winnie couldn't wait until her legs wasted away into sticks, and she had gathered enough evidence about wannabes, via a secret message forum for those with BIID, that told her this was also true for most of her kind.

It was a usual cold New Year's Day, her nipples hard, either from the chill in the air, her excitement, or both, and Winnie hoped this was going to be her best year ever as she sat on the massage table. She then lay face down on her stomach, and Wes got to work, both having meticulously planned her 'injury' months in advance, in anticipation of her inevitable success with the serum. Wes soon felt down her bare back, down her spine until he reached the right spot, though she stopped him to be sure. “There, T10,” she said confidently, having wanted this since she was six years old.

He then prepared the syringe, sticking the needle in a small bottle, then pulling up the plunger to fill it with exactly the right amount of serum. The syringe was ready. “Okay, it's time.” He announced, the long needle, like one used for a spinal tap, though modified, then pierced her flesh. Her face scrunched in pain as it entered her, and soon, his thumb pushed the plunger down, and the liquid entered her body. Winnie then waited, as if her masseur were late for her massage, nothing happening immediately. She wiggled her, and Wes loved watching this, waiting for them to stop, and soon, her legs slowly started to tingle, go numb, her toes soon wiggling no more.

Her lower body was dead, and it was time for Wes to test her. He started with her right wrist and forearm, knowing that if she couldn't feel this, something had gone terribly wrong, as only someone with a C7 or higher injury wouldn't be able to feel. She did and he moved all the way down to her right foot, using a combo of his fingers as a light touch and a pin, poking her skin to test more deep feeling, doing so at S1. Now if she felt this, the procedure had also gone terribly wrong, just the other way, as anyone with an injury above S2 shouldn't be able to feel it. She didn't, so it was going as planned so far. He then continued up her foot, as she still lay on her stomach. She felt nothing here, as she surely would have reacted, her feet very ticklish. He then continued up over her heel and across her Achilles going all the way to just below her right buttocks, on her upper right thigh. “Now, again, anything?” He asked, wanting to hear “no”. This meant no feeling at S2. She felt nothing.

Next, he took at little advantage, not remaining quite as professional as he should have. She couldn't see him, and he gambled on her not feeling him as he moved his fingers across her tight, exposed cheeks. Though not busty, her tight buttocks, in his opinion, made up for it. “I'm testing your butt cheeks now.” he said, embarrassed at what he just said.

“That the technical term?” She asked dryly.

“Sorry, buttocks, and I'm guessing you can't feel this either?” He asked, suspiciously.

“No, and I'm guessing you aren't feeling my ass more than you should.” She hoped, not really thinking he would. But he was, massaging her cheeks, then spreading them apart and rubbing a finger over, then around her anus. "Can you feel that?" He asked, hoping for another "no". He got it and was relieve, getting away with his naughty behavior.

Now it was time to turn her over, and she managed to lift her upper body like doing a push up, easier with no actually pain from an injury, and Wes did the rest, helping her turn over, getting to hold her nude body. Once turned over, he started back at the top, on her right shoulder (C5), knowing she would feel it, but having to start somewhere, having memorized the spots, not wanting to mess up. He continued down her arm and tested her right wrist, then moved to her left forearm and wrist, and she had normal feeling once again, as expected. But it was time to rest what mattered, both suddenly knowing anything above the thoracic area would be felt.

He then ran his fingers, starting at her upper chest, down to her breasts, testing at T4. She could feel the touch of his fingers going across her perky breasts. It was cold in the room and her nipples her hard and Wes made sure he touched them too, making sure it was seen as legit. “Can you feel your nipples?” He asked, his voice almost breaking. She then swallowed before answering a simple “yes”. Next, he continued, his fingers testing below the same, right breast, testing T6, her feeling this too, the goal being his next test. If she didn't feel this, the procedure was a complete success.

Wes headed straight or it, her belly button, sticking a finger inside. “Okay, let's see if this truly worked a hundred percent. Can you feel that?”

“NO.” She said, excited, knowing what this meant. Wes then continued to her right waist, then down to her lower right abdomen, nothing. The rest was just icing for Wes, wanting to continue, Winnie wanting him to as well, wanting to see his fingers feel the rest of her body, the rest she couldn't feel. He then ran his fingers, flattening out his hands a bit to feel more, down where her pubic hair would have been, she felt nothing again, but he did, suddenly erect, hoping she wouldn't notice. He skipped past her vagina, Winnie having not mentioned a gyno test at all, but she spoke up. “Have you tested me down there yet, my pubic area?” This gave Wes a reason to smile, and soon his fingers were moving her lips apart, asking the question, with “no” the answer every time, his fingers rubbing her clitoris and feeling inside. He then moved onto the top of her thighs, then down to her knees and shins, and finally, to the top of her feet, with the same results as the bottoms, when she was on her stomach.

“Well, just the results I wanted.” She reported, not giving Wes a chance to give the report, but doing so unable to hide the big smile on her face. “Now, my wheelchair, I can't wait any longer.”

Wes brought her new midnight blue Colours Zephyr. She had bought it for this purpose only, having him put it together, then keep it away from her. She didn't want to pretend in it, only wanting to use it as a para. And it was finally time to break it in, but not yet. “Wait, carry me to my bedroom, put me in my bed. I want to transfer from my bed to my chair. Oh my goodness, my chair.” she finished, the fact that she was a para finally, about to use her new wheelchair, actually needing it, was suddenly hitting her. “But I wish I could have faked an injury, had the hospital experience, back brace... I should stop complaining huh?” She asked, suddenly stopping herself from rambling.

Wes nodded.“Yes, be satisfied for once you crazy perfectionist person.” Wes said, making Dr. Winnie smile as she was carried in his arms to her bedroom. She had a bed that was high, a nice bed, but she had traded it in for one closer to the floor, easier for transferring, keeping her mattress though. He lay her on the new bed and she moved her half useless body to her pillow, having Wes move her covers down, her manipulating her legs to allow him to pull the covers down so she could wake up. He gathered her, getting a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, already laid out and helped her in them. She didn't want to think about dressing at the moment, just wanting to get on with it.

She then closed her eyes, having pulled the covers over her, as if she were sleeping, wanting to “wake up”, move her body to the edge of the bed and transfer to her new chair, like a new beginning. She pulled the covers off of herself, struggling to move her limp legs and her disabled 110lb body to the edge of the bed, and though she was anything but heavy, her lower body not cooperating had made it difficult nonetheless. Finally, she was transferring herself to her new chair, the brand new cushion letting out air as her toned, but most likely soon to be not toned, ass sat in it.

In her wheelchair, she wheeled around like she always had done when she would pretend as a kid, but she didn't have to worry about cheating any longer, moving her legs, and especially getting caught. She could make no mistakes when transferring either, because she couldn't correct herself out of instinct. this was what she wanted. There was no more pretending anymore; she was truly disabled.

Too excited to notice, she kept wheeling around, until Wes noticed her sweat pants getting wetter and wetter. “Shit!” Wes suddenly said, startling Winnie, making her stop and spin her chair around like a pro. “In all that preparation, we forgot the diaper!” Wes continued, pointing down at her lap and the wet spot on the hardwood floor.

“Oh shoot, accidents are part of being a para, so I guess I better go clean myself up and put myself in a diaper.” She said, not asking him to be her caretaker. He frowned a little, wanting this job, but knowing, from her plans, that she wanted a real nurse to be hired.

“Can I?” Wes sheepishly asked, swallowing his pride, in almost a begging tone.

“Sure, be my nurse for the night.” Wes smiled, relieved, then elated. “But just for tonight. I'm hiring a female nurse tomorrow.”

“Understood.”

She continued her wheeling, as he followed her back into the bedroom then into the bathroom, which already had the amenities a disabled girl would need, including a transfer bench, shower chair, even an area for her to transfer to in order to change, catheterize herself, eventually, etc. All this having been put in months ago, teasing her until her triumphant experiment.

After transferring to the padded bench, Wes removed her wet sweat pants, tossing them on the floor, then took wet wipes and cleaned her off, finally touching her down there, though not exactly in the way he'd fantasized, at least not the first way. He then powdered her privates next, all this giving him an erection. “Sorry.” He had to say, knowing she'd see this.

“Don't worry, I know you're a devotee, so it's expected.” She said kindly, and was soon in a new diaper, adding, “I'll learn to catheterize myself in due time, but for now, I'll just have to settle for wet diapers.”

“Settle?”

“I'm sort of teasing, I like diapers too, but I never really wet them when I pretended as a kid.”

“You didn't use them at all?” Wes asked, not realizing the answer he was about to get.

“Oh, I used them.”

“Oh...” Wes responded, knowing exactly what she meant, but not knowing how to respond further, though not judging, thinking that it was quite an advanced way to pretend, especially for a kid, knowing she started very young, having been told her history. “I know how, or at least I researched how.” He continued, finally finding words, wanting to catheterize her at some pint.

“I researched how as well, but reading about it wasn't exactly doing it.”

“True, so for now the diaper is good enough I guess.”

“Yes.” Winnie said. “I think I need to learn how first hand, from a pro. Now, I hate to do this, and thank you, but I'd like to be left alone to enjoy this.”

“Oh, off course, I'll see you tomorrow and we'll test and see if it's still working, or if you're still not working.”

She smiled. “Don't jinx it! See you tomorrow.” He then bent down to hug her, but kissed her on the cheek instead and she returned it, kissing him on his cheek, tenderly. “Thank you, seriously, I couldn't have done this without you.”

“Thanks, I mean, it's still so amazing. I doubt I'll sleep at all tonight.”

“Me either, good night.”

Later that night, she readied for bed, having to change her diaper again after evacuating her bowels, hungry, having a big meal. She tried cleaning herself thoroughly, but had a bit of trouble. She'd done this as a kid, had a lot of practice, but it was different actually not being able to move your lower body. She had realized, even so early in her new adventure, her new life, how much she had actually cheated while pretending, not even realizing it.

Once clean enough, and in a new diaper, she transferred to her chair again and was off to bed, transferring again, loving it more and more each time, watching her useless legs in front of her, dangling off the bed, then pulled up the bed and manipulated to go under the sheets.

But in bed, still too excited to sleep, as Wes predicted, Winnie decided to test herself a little more, pulling the sheets back down to reveal her diaper, only in a t-shirt other than that. She then unfastened her diaper and pulled the front down, exposing her pussy. With Wes gone, it was time, and though she had planned this, the day was so crazy she had forgotten, so used to her routine she automatically had gone to bed.

She fingered herself, lightly touching herself, then soon, fingering herself further, she took internal notes, acting the scientist again. “No vaginal feeling; no, not there, nope, not the clitoris or inside.” She said, sticking two fingers inside herself, the best she could. No anal feeling either...” she announced to herself, as she fingered her anus, lifting one of her useless legs to get to it, Wes not having the chance to test it himself, though she wouldn't have known the results from him. “I can't wait to hire a female nurse to teach me my bowel routine, though I already know how. Wes will be disappointed he won't be helping too I bet, but sorry Wes, I like the ladies.”

The next day Wes came over as planned and tested her. Everything was the same, and even six months later, she was still a para. “For now, we at least know six months is viable.” Winnie said to Wes, who was sitting at a table, with Winnie in her chair, also at the table, both with papers and a calculator.

“Yes, I think wannabes will pay top dollar for at least 6 months, then we'll up the price the longer it lasts, of course hoping it will last forever. Maybe a subscription type model. As long as it's working, you pay monthly. It stops, no more payments, or a re-up for another dose.” Wes said, excited about the money he would make.

“Yes, except for upping the price. Let's not rip of the people who are like us, Okay?”

“Fine, so a flat down payment, then monthly fee, as long as it's working, or until they pay it off?”

“Sounds good, though with some pro bono jobs.”

Wes had a sour look on his face, not liking the term pro bono. “Fine, or alternate payments.”

“Like bartering?” Winnie asked.

“Sort of, or like a photo shoot or videos shot to sell to devotees like me, and me as the photographer and director of course.”

“Sounds good, great idea. We'll create a website for devotees if enough clients agree to model, perhaps as a discount to the down payment, or for the first month free.” Winnie suggested, excited, wanting to give wannabes any break she could, while at the same time, keeping Wes satisfied as a devotee, not wanting to see his sour capitalist face. And he seemed to like this.

A few weeks later, it was time for their first client. Dr. Winnie woke up early to dress for the day, earlier than normal, though she had to wake up earlier than she did before the procedure in order to get ready in time for the day ahead. It was a chore and she loved every tedious, sometimes grueling minute of it.

And as Wes arranged everything they needed, there was a knock at the door. Dr. Winnie sped past Wes, her chair a blur, to answer the door, not giving Wes a chance to stop his arranging, though they had discussed that greeting the clients could be his job.

“Hello, please come in.” Dr. Winnie said, a big welcoming smile on her face, showing Wes, no, this was her job.