Blind Date - Part 1

I didn't dare look at my leg.

- So? 

- Did you have a permanent hair removal treatment done? 

- Yes. 

-That was a good move. Your leg is still really smooth. 

-Abie, how is it? 

- The way you wished. Open your eyes.

I opened my eyes and my leg was here.

Intact. 

Or so it seemed. It looked a bit paler, softer, less muscular than the right one. 

But other than that it was my leg. Still fully extended.

- Ok. Let's try bending it. Anna grabbed my leg lowered the foot rest and slowly bent my leg, it felt stiff and cotonous like an arm you fell asleep on too long. Feeling was here but distant and I was not sure I could activate my knee by myself. 

Actually I did not want to try, I was both scared that the month long immobility had failed and quite nervous at the idea that it had worked. 

My ankle dropped. 

My knee kinda caved and my leg naturally ended up nestling against the right one. 

- Wow. 

I quite naturally tried to get it back straight, but nothing happened. I removed my foot from my footrest and leaving it dangling I tried to move my toes. Something I had not attempted in a month. They didn't even wriggle a little bit. I contracted my calf. Nothing. 

I was sure I was giving the right signal. Nothing. I tried to contract my thigh this time something happened, but it was feeble. Abigail was looking at my eagerly. 

- So? Wanna try to stand?

 She settled my favorite walker in front of me. My right leg went on the floor on its own, but I had to manually place my left leg, and it took a couple of tries to keep it straight. It was not as if there was no muscle left . More like the information wasn't passing through anymore. And up I went, shifting most of my weight on my right side. I wanted to step in front on the left. Nothing happened, my ankle bent inward and I was suddenly resting on the side of my foot, my knee bent too, nothing was holding. 

I pushed the leg with my hip and the remaining signal in my thigh. It moved, my naked toes sliding on the floor. Resting all my weight on the right and on the walker handles, I thrusted a bit more until i found a way to settle my foot flat, knee kinda locked. Bending inward. 

I had to move my right leg know. I bent over the walker and slowly pushed it in front, I knew that making a high step would result on my left leg buckling down on me and a fall. It went slowly but ok. I pushed the walker and gave it another try. 5 minutes later my gait was settled: 

 "Push walker, hip thrust and dead foot slide, lean on the walker, careful low step, straighten, push walker..."

 Connor would love it. 

In the meantime Abie was clapping her hands. 

-You look so good ! How do you like it ?

- It's so real... I'm really disabled. I' m me for real Abigail. 

- Can't say I'm not a tad envious she said, patting the fake bandaged stump that was popping out of one of her usual colourful frilly dresses. Even though if I do something there's no way back. Actually I'd be you, I'd try not too walk too much, it may get better and you wouldn't like it. 

- As a matter of fact, I think the whole experience rewired my brain. It really seems to be more a nervous impairment than a muscle weakness. Either way. I'm glad. I'll do the same for the right leg when it is time. 

Abigail laughed : 

-" But not yet. Connor and Adam shouldn't be long now. The week-end will soon be starting for real. You have your scenario ready? 

- Well, that's Connor's experimenting trip, so he worked a lot on it. I think he's got it down to a T, and I know my part."

 As we were saying it, we heard Adam truck honk in the driveway. I sat back in my wheelchair, grabbed my bag and placed it on my knees, Abie grabbed her rucksack and used my walker to join the guys outside. As I closed the door I saw her crutches gleaming in the hallway. She wouldn't need them for this trip. We dropped by the shop to get the few items we would need. This trip would be light. 

- "That's totally new, laughed Adam while helping Connor into a air cast on his left leg. I've never been with another guy on such a trip. It will be interesting. Neck up. "

Connor was set with a hard collar minerva. He was sitting in his sport wheelchair. Not slouching this time, because a soft lower back brace was keeping him nicely straight. His right arm got a homely black sling strapping it pitilessly tight against his chest. For this trip it would do. Adam painstakingly added the last touch. There had been a lot of debate about it. But it was done switfly and it was my turn. 

A heavy bandage on my left leg, hiding a brace so if needed  I could walk a bit. My walker and my wheelchair. And that was it. I was going as the real me out for the first time. On a wannabe trip. That was ironic. 

The trip was 4 hours long and the game was on. We got strapped in the back, Connor in my right so I could help him if needed. Guiding whatever he needed in his valid hand. Seeing him with a white pad over one eye and sunglasses was odd. I knew that the uncovered eye was almost totally blind, covened with a darkening lens especially designed to look like a milked over eye. Blind. 

There was a very nice jazz festival near the hotel we stopped at. That was the excuse. Well for us at least. 

Abigail and Adam were quite keen on going to see it. There was to be something for them in this trip too, right ? Anna was on both legs, in trousers, so if she was seeing someone she knew they wouldn't know that she wasn't wearing her prosthetic leg. I rolled out of the truck. I was getting quite handy with my wheelchair but for this trip I had to tone down my skills. I was only supposed to be using it since 2 weeks only. Connor was pushed by Abie. Looking quite happy in spite of the numerous ailments he seemed to suffer. 

The lobby was a lovely place and he asked to have it described to him. As I was doing so an hotel attendant came to welcome us and we chitchatted a bit. Connor said that the description of the place I did was quite enticing and he was impatient to see it for himself in a couple of months when we would come back for the winter break philarmonic series. And thus, by the evening, most of the hotel management knew that we had been in a rather nasty car accident a couple of weeks before but that appart from one of Connor's eye, nothing had been irremediably lost. 

And, most importantly, they would see us on both legs quit soon. Well, that was our characters plans in any case. 

But you know how mean writers are.
As far as this preparatory week-end went, it was wonderful.

It was Friday evening when we settled and the jazz festival wouldn't start before early afternoon the day after. We chose to stay cosily at the hotel and use their restaurant. Once in our ensuite double room, while Adam was helping Connor freshening up, I donned a lovely 50's style dark dress, made-up my hair in a dreamy bun and chose to use my walker to make an entrance at the restaurant.
- Are we turning heads asked Connor as we made our way in the room, and a rather hushed murmur
- Yes we are.
- I'm sure yo are quite the sight. he smiled as a waiter rushed us to our table.
 During the meal I helped Connor deal with his food. It was quite tender but not something I would enjoy doing on a daily basis.

Adam, his official helper was quite good at preventing any of his needs too, and overall seemed to enjoy himself, to the visible dismay of Abigail who was discovering an new side of her fantasy partner. There was no hint of attraction between Adam and Connor but the pair as a invalid and a helper was quite efficient.

Once we were done with dinner we decided to go to the hotel lounge and indulge with a few cocktails before getting back to our rooms. After a month sitting in my wheelchair, my arms were strong, but my right leg got tired very quickly and the last step were very slow. Abie noticed.
- Shall I go and get your wheelchair so you won't have to walk back all the way to the bedroom ?
I hesitated, and finally accepted. She left with my walker and was back with my wheelchair as the waiter brought us our drink.
We chatted the evening away and as midnight was approaching we decided that it was time to get back to the suite.
Weak and a tad drunk I actually did not manage to transfer alone from my seat to the wheelchair. Abie came to my rescue and help me stand up then sit down. She then carefully placed my dormant left leg on the foot pad. There was a fleeting moment of indecision. Did I like being helped or should I do everything to remain independant as much as possible ?
Maybe a question to answer with a clear head.

My evening routine was done alone, with my walker as only help and I joined the bedroom just in time to see Adam expertly transfering Connor onto the bed. Both his eyes were black out by a bandage now and he was naked except for his leg in a air cast and a soft minerva and a comfier padded arm sling.
- I can hear you, smiled Connor. Did Adam leave enough room for you when he settled me in bed ?
- Plenty, don't worry. I replied.
I had removed my bandage and ankle brace and my foot was not even leaving the carpeted floor. I could see that the simple sound of my crippled steps and the bump of my walker was having an effect on Connor.
Adam left discreetly waving my a short goodbye. I sat on the bed, helped my legs up and settle near Connor midsection.

The game could start.

Making it real

The DonJoy iron brace was a dark bulky affair and having my leg pointing straight in front of me was a constant annoyance. But it was nothing compared to the underarm crutches.

After only a day my underarms were bruised and somehow the side of my boobs were very sensitive and mind you, not in a pleasant way.

I switched to a small manual wheelchair. At least my leg was resting on an extended leg rest. It wasn't too tiring.
The week-end was spent with Connor looking at me bumping into the furnitures, he was a lot handier with his own manual wheelchair, the device had become an in-house extension of himself.
I could see he was really getting into being paralysed :
Perfecting a very peculiar slouching, relaxing his legs enough to make them appear limp and floppy. It was getting truly realistic and it was almost a surprise for me every morning to see him get up from the chair, grab his new fancy dark matte carbon cane and head to the car with a slight limb.

He had been hired by the first firm he had an interview with but while he was ready to get a job, his life commitment to a wheelchair wasn't at this stage yet. So for now his knee had officially gotten better while still quite feeble and that was it. But at home experiments were on as soon as he would cross the door.
Weak legs only?
Paralysed from the hips down?
From the waist?
Higher even? T
here was only so much he could try at the moment with the means at our disposal and the house as only scenery, but so far complete paralysis from the hips down as his go-to disability.
The way he was sitting in his chair when mimicking this particular disability was very enticing. Enticing to me as well. One thing we didn't have in common was his profound desire to lose feeling in his legs. He wasn't sure why it was and how far he wanted to go with this particular angle of his BIID condition, but we'd already been experiencing a little bit and it had been revealing for him.

Baby steps, but a nonetheless interesting experience was made a couple days before my leg got encased into the full length brace.

Connor had been tempted to try cutting his blood flow in his legs for a while, but i was dead set against it, so we settled for a small chemical option on a smaller scale. We used an anaestesic cream on both his feet. He coud still move them but couldn't really feel light touches or scratches up to his ankles. Sitting at the foot of his wheelchair while his eyes were closed, I started caressing his feet ( they are oddly slim and cute for such a well built man, no calluses or ugly hairy toes. ) he was quite non-plussed by it, but then he opened his eyes. And he realised I was touching him. Immediately his breathing got a lot heavier and activity showed in the groin area.
It went wild when I grabbed my left arm, kept in a wrist brace and made my limp left hand travel on his right foot. He joined me on the floor and his pants were down as fast as he could and luckily I wasn't wearing anything under my dress at the time. He was on me, pants hanging on his dead legs and he slid inside me the way I love, only using his upper body strength. Thrusts were slow and heavy and he came quickly with almost a rage.
- "It was wonderful, he breathed in my neck. I want to try it without feelings. I want to fill you and not feel it. I want to see your breast rubbing against my chest and not feel it. I want to know that I am cumming just by the heat i feel. It would be magical. I want to guess my body."
We didn't go into details, but the pandora box was opened. There would be a number of odd experimentations in our near future.

But now was my time to go further and as I rolled into the office on Tuesday, crossing once again a fearful line into disability, I knew my choice had been the right one. While a wheelchair-bound life was not an aim in itself, showing myself to the world with a totally incapacitated left leg felt right.
It was me, pushing my manual wheelchair and sometimes struggling to get up on one leg, leaning on the crutch always handily stuck at the back of the chair. My heavy breast going up and down with the effort, my hips hovering a bit for balance. My left hand shaky on the handle of the crutch. That was me, almost complete and feeling livelier, happier and sexier than ever.

At the end of the first week, Emma popped up at work for an important meeting. Her head was now strapped to the header of a new bulkier chair. Her right arm was strapped too, under her suit her chest and neck in a stiff complexion of plastic. Her legs strapped at the thighs and ankles with dark foamy belts. The operation was only a couple weeks away. She rolled to my office and requested that her living assistant close the door, waiting outside.
I rolled my chair away from my desk and she looked at my leg. Her eyes then travelling to my round belly, wrapped in my loveliest flowery dress, my breast resting on top, like two soft promises. I knew the effect of my milky and wide cleavage on guys, the two creamy and soft yet supple looking globes endearing my chest and complimenting my wide hips and thin waist were always attractive. I grabbed my two tripod crutches and got up slowly. I think Emma came, just seeing me slowly crutching the three steps to her chair.
- "I want your nipples in my mouth she murmured. Please. "

I gladly obliged, unbuttoning the top button of my dress and extirpating my right boob from my bra I bent down over her.

She unstrapped her right arm and guided it with her left, pinching my nipple in her feeble fingers while her stronger hand was directing my heavy boob to her mouth. I followed the move and soon she was expertly sucking it. And I was shaking of pleasure. It only took a minute for me to muffle a scream of pleasure. She felt the epitome of my joy and released my nipple. Smiling.

Breathless, I rearranged my cleavage and made a slow suggestive way back to my wheelchair. Believe me sitting sexily with a totally stiffened leg is even harder than it sounds.
Still, I could see the look of lust in her when I rearranged my leg on the foot rest.

But there was a knock at the door and we couldn't go further. I was slightly flustered when a colleague came in, but my office had been oddly warm all morning and I had remarked it aloud earlier so it went unnoticed.
We exchanged weary looks and she rolled out of my office.

I knew i wouldn't see her again before the operation. And the next time she would see me, my disability would have taken a turn for the worse... Or the better.