I Get My Own Wheelchair
Before we left to purchase my new wheelchair my aunt made sure I
understood the obligation I would have using it.
“What I would require is that you spend a total of one day a week
confined to your wheelchair. This would be in addition to the day you
spend in braces. You can use your wheelchair with or without your braces
on. However, the total time in each must add up to one full day in your
chair and one full day in your braces. If you use your chair with your
braces on you can count the time either with braces or with your
wheelchair, but not both. For example, you can spend one full day in
braces and one full day in your chair. Alternatively you could spend
part of each day in braces and part in your wheelchair. I would also
require that on both your brace and wheelchair days that you never walk
normally from the time you get up until you go to bed. I would expect
that you transfer to your chair from bed and transfer into and out of
the bathtub. That time would count as wheelchair time. After you put on
your braces you can start to count that time as brace time. The total
for each must be 14 or more hours per day”
“I understand,” I replied.
“I hope you realize that you are now up to three days a week as a
disabled girl. That still leaves you with four days able bodied unless
you opt for another handicap.”
I couldn’t think of another handicap at the moment. I had the feeling
I would want one sooner or later. Of course I agreed and my aunt made
some calls to find the best medical supply store for me. She wanted one
that catered to paraplegics as opposed to say the elderly.
“You can’t very well go in walking perfectly and want a wheelchair,”
she said. “You will have to wear your braces.”
Of course she was right. After I got into my braces we drove to the
store. I crutched in. My hips were locked and so I was quite convincing.
I really couldn’t walk at all without my crutches. My hip locks made all
the difference. If I held up my hip locks I could walk with my knees
locked without crutches, but I never did that. A salesman came up to us
“My daughter Paula would like to buy a new wheelchair. As you can see
she gets around with braces, but she doesn’t like to wear them all the
time. She is totally paralyzed from the waist down. Her braces go all
the way up to her waist. She has hip locks as well as knee locks. She
doesn’t like her current chair. She wants a lighter one and one that is
more suitable for an active person.”
“I understand. Let me show some Quickie chairs that girls her age
like,” he offered.
For the next hour I checked out all the models he suggested. He
helped me get into the chair as it was hard getting in a seated position
with my braces locked. I noticed he took in my breasts and the fact that
I had on a short skirt. Maybe he expected me to wear pants, I don’t
know. His eyes seemed to be waiting to get a peek at my panties which I
am sure he did since I couldn’t be super discrete getting into a seated
position with the braces. Hip locks make it so much harder.
“I would suggest that you try out the chair you like best without
wearing your braces.” he said. “You can take them off in our private
I wheeled to the fitting room and my aunt helped me get out of my
braces. She carried them as I wheeled back into the showroom.
“How does that feel sweetheart?” he asked.
“I really do like this model. It is really easy to maneuver and
glides so well.”
It was an ultra-light rigid model It had a low back and no push
handles. That would mean that I would always have to push myself. I
liked that idea and I knew that most paraplegics liked to always wheel
themselves. The front had a rigid footplate. There were no clumsy swing
out footplates like hospital style wheelchairs had. My legs were pretty
much down straight to the footplate.
“If you don’t want to get back into your braces you can use your new
chair to go to your car. Do you have a transfer board at home?”
“Of course, but I think we should get another one here,” my aunt
“How long has Paula been a paraplegic?” he asked.
“It’s been about two years now. She has accepted that she will be
paralyzed for the rest of her life. She tries to be as normal as
possible. She loves her short skirts and she doesn’t seem to care that
everyone can see almost all the way up her braces.”
“Well good for her. She is really a beautiful girl. I am sure she can
show off her legs much more easily without braces if she is in her
chair,” he said as my aunt finished paying.
“There is a one year warranty and we will make any adjustments
without charge. Come in any time,” he said.
I wheeled out to the car and my aunt carried my braces. I just loved
my new chair. It came with a wonderful seat cushion that the salesman
had explained was gel filled for comfort and to help avoid body sores. I
had never transferred to a car before, but I did okay. My aunt put my
wheelchair in the back seat. Being a rigid model it didn’t fold, but it
did fit on the seat. After we arrived home I transferred back into my
chair and my aunt helped get me over the one step up to the door. She
carried my braces into the house.
I sat in my chair for the rest of the day getting used to wheeling
around the house. I practiced transferring to the toilet as well. After
dinner I sat in my chair and watched TV. Finally it was time for bed. I
got undressed while sitting in my chair and removed my makeup. I put on
my nightie and transferred into bed. I planned on trying out my chair
for the entire following day and I knew I had to invite Kevin over at
some point. Maybe he would want to go to the mall with me. I knew I
would have fun wheeling around and knowing that everyone who saw me
would know I was a paraplegic.
My First Day in My Wheelchair
Before I went to bed I positioned my chair right next to my bed. I
had vowed that I would not walk at all and that included bathing and
dressing. I slid my legs over the side opf the bed and made sure my
chair was locked. I used my arms to slide over into the seat. I unlocked
the wheels and wheeled to the bathroom. The first thing I had to do was
get out of my night clothes. Getting my nightie and bra off was easy.
Getting my panties down was harder. I had to rock from side to side and
pull them down. I then reached down and got my feet out of them. I put
everything in the hamper. I got my razor and shaving cream and place it
where I could reach it on the tub. I then positioned my chair next to
the tub, locked the wheels and then used my arms to slide onto the rub
rim. I had watched as many videos on the internet as I could find that
gave instruction on how to transition to and from a wheelchair. I
noticed that many paraplegics did not use a transfer board for some
things. I slowly slid into the tub. After running the water I shaved my
legs. I used my arms to position my legs. I could lift one leg up onto
the tub wall to shave the bottom of my leg. I finished bathing and let
the water out. I had placed a towel close enough to reach and I dried
myself in the tub. I reversed the procedure and got back into my chair.
I then wheeled to the toilet and slid on to the seat. After I relieved
myself I got back into my chair. I draped a towel over me to be a little
modest and wheeled to my bedroom.
I managed to get all the clothing I would need and placed them on the
bed. I also got a fresh panty liner and my spray. I transitioned onto
the bed. I wiggled around to get my panties on after spraying and
putting on my panty liner. Next came my bra. I decided not to where
pantyhose and had chosen jeans. Getting them on required a lot of
wiggling as I pretended I could not move my legs unless I did so using
my arms. I put on some white socks and my sneakers. I finished up with a
low cut tank top.
After I got back into my chair I did my makeup, put on some earrings
and jewelry and combed my hair. I wheeled into the kitchen and found my
aunt preparing some breakfast.
“You look very nice in your chair dear,” my aunt said. “You might
find it a bit difficult after sitting for a few hours. If you want you
can slide onto the couch or your bed to take a break.”
I ate breakfast and decided to read some magazines. After a couple of
hours I started to realize how hard it was going to be to stay in a
seated position all day. I decided to call Angela and tell her about my
“That’s so cool,” Angela said. “I’m in my chair too. Say, do you want
to come over. I can’t wait to see your chair.”
I asked my aunt if she would drive me and she agreed. A little while
later I was at Angela’s house.
“You got a really great model,” Angela said.
“How come you are not in your braces?” I asked.
“They are a pain around the house. It’s so much easier using my
chair. Can you do transfers okay?”
“Well not really. I am not sure I do them correctly.”
“You mean like I do since I am really paralyzed.”
“Yes. I may not be convincing,” I explained.
“Well let’s try some,” Angela offered.
For the next couple of hours I practiced all sorts of transfers. I
went from my chair to a couch and back, from my chair to the bed, and
onto the toilet. Angela showed me how to do transfers without a transfer
board like she did.
“Girls like us are more athletic and we can do a lot without the need
for a transfer board. It just takes more upper body strength.”
I was starting to feel like I was really a paraplegic. I tried to
relax my legs and not use any leg muscles. The more I practiced the
easier it got not to cheat. Angela’s mom came into the room.
“I have to do some grocery shopping. There is a Walmart right next
store and you girls can shop there if you want. Do you want to come?”
We quickly agreed and followed Angels’s mother to the car. She had a
small SUV and there was room for both of our wheelchairs. We transferred
in and she got our wheelchairs in the SUV. When we arrived at the stores
she parked in a handicap spot. Of course she had a special plate because
I was so excited to be out in public as a paralyzed girl. I followed
Angela to the curb cut and we headed for the Walmart as Angela’s mother
went into the grocery store.
“I will look for you girls when I am finished with the groceries,”
We entered the store using the automatic doors. I know we got some
stares and I liked the attention. We wheeled around the store looking
over the clothing. In the shoe department we tried on some really high
“Good thing we won’t have to walk in these,” Angela said laughing. “I
wonder if I could if I wasn’t paralyzed. Can you walk in shoes like
“Yes,” I said happy that Angela whispered her question.
We put the shoes back and continued looking around. I just ooved the
feeling of not walking and needing my wheelchair. Of course Angela
wasn’t pretending like I was. She really couldn’t walk without her
braces. A little while later we spotted Angela’s mother and followed her
“There is a McDonalds next door. Do you want to grab a bite to eat?”
We both said we did ant the three of us went next door. We moved some
chairs out of the way so we could get our chairs up to the table.
Angela’s mother took our orders and got the food. Being out with Angela
with both of us in wheelchairs was as much fun as it was when we were
out in braces.
“So Paula, how do you like your chair?” Angela asked.
“I really like it. I don’t mind having to stay in it while we are out
in public. I like feeling like I am paralyzed like you are,” I replied.
“You are something else,” Angela said. “I really like being out with
someone else who is in a wheelchair even if she doesn’t need it.” We
Angela’s mother dropped me off at home after we left the McDonalds.
“Did you enjoy your day in your new wheelchair?” my aunt asked.
“Oh yes. I like pretending to be paralyzed. I wish there was a way
for me to be able to actually know what it would be like not to have any
feeling in my legs.”
“Well at least you can enjoy being confined to you chair from the
time you get up until you go to bed,” my aunt replied. Of course she was
After dinner that night I wheeled into the living room and
transferred to the couch and watched TV. My chair was right there if I
needed to go to the bathroom. I did not intend to walk at all. I wanted
to make sure I experienced what it is like to be paralyzed on a
permanent basis, at least for a day or so. It was finally time for bed
and after changing into my nightie I transferred into bed. I went
through my daily task of inserting my dilator into my vagina. I extended
the time to 30 minutes as I enjoyed the feeling of it filling me. I
thought about the day and how much I liked my disabilities as well as
being a real girl. I eventually fell asleep.
When I woke up I knew I just had to spend another day without
walking. After I was dressed and sitting in my chair I decided to call
Kevin and see if he wanted to come over and see me in my new wheelchair.
Of course he was excited about that and came over a little while later.
At the Mall with Kevin
“You look really cool,” he said after coming in. You look just like
the paraplegic girls I have seen. Your wheelchair doesn’t look anything
like the ones you see old people use at the mall.”
“I have an ultra-light rigid model.”
“There are no handles to push you with,” he said. “It has a really
“This chair is designed for a young paraplegic who always gets around
herself. It is very easy to push and maneuver. I don’t ever plan on
being pushed by anyone. As you can also see, there are no armrests.
That’s the way most paras like their chairs. I have read that they want
their chairs to be almost a part of their bodies.”
“That’s really cool. Show me how you can maneuver.”
I demonstrated that I could get around very easily. I also showed
Kevin how I could transfer onto my bed. When I did that he sat next to
me and kissed me. Of course he couldn’t resist fondling my breasts.
“You look great in those jeans, Have you been out yet in public?”
“Yes, I was out with Angela. I really can’t wait to go back out in
public. It’s kind of boring sitting around the house.”
“Maybe your aunt can drive us to the mall.”
“Let me ask her,” I said eagerly.
She agreed and a few minutes later we headed for the car. I slid into
the passenger’s seat and my aunt put my chair in the back. It didn’t
fold, but it was so light and small that it fit into the back seat
easily. The footrest did not take up the space that the big medical
style chairs did, and the low back made the chair very compact.
When we got to the mall I was anxious to get into my chair. My aunt
dropped us off at the entrance. I had to do all the pushing. I was so
proud to be a sexy paraplegic. We found the curb cut so I could wheel to
the door. I pushed the handicap button and the door opened automatically
I wheeled in. I know I got stares as I always did when appearing
disabled. I loved wheeling through the mall. I headed to the lingerie
department I one store. Kevin liked to watch me look over the bras and
panties. Just for the heck of it I found a bra I liked and wheeled into
the fitting room to try it on. I liked it and wanted to buy it. I
wheeled back out and to the register. Since a regular shoulder bag was
out of the question I had a small pouch that I had around my waist to
hold my wallet and cosmetics. I paid with my credit card. Kevin carried
my new bra for me.
My next stop was the ladies room. It was fun to use the handicap
stall which had the room for my chair. I got on the toilet and then went
through the somewhat hard job of getting my jeans and panties down.
Getting them back up was equally difficult, but I did it. I left the
stall and washed my hands. I then went to the makeup mirror and touched
up my makeup. I felt so feminine and especially sexy as a paraplegic.
Kevin was waiting for me.
An incredible thing happened next. As I was wheeling along I spotted
a girl my age in an almost identical wheelchair. She was alone. I wanted
to avoid her, but when she spotted me she wheeled over.
“Hi, my name is Lynn. I hope you don’t mind, but I don’t see many
girls like me.”
“I’m Paula and this is my boyfriend Kevin.”
“Hi Lynn, we were just about to get something to eat, Do you want to
join us,” Kevin said before I could say anything.
“Oh sure, I would love to,” Lynn replied.
I was very nervous that I would not know what to say if Lynn probed
me about my paralysis. We went to the food court and found a table.
Kevin moved the chairs out of the way for Lynn and I to get our chairs
next to the table.
“I have been in a chair for the last ten years after my spinal cord
injury. I am a para from the waist down,” Lynn said.
“It’s only been a few months for me,” I replied. “I’m gone from the
waist down too.”
We decided on some burgers and stuff and Kevin offered to get the
food. After he was gone I was even more nervous that Lynn would ask more
“I think it’s really neat you have a boyfriend. Can I ask you a
really personal question?”
“I guess so.” I replied.
“Do you have feeling down there?” Lynn asked obviously referring to
“I have a little. Not like it used to be,” I lied.
“You are lucky. I don’t feel anything. I like boys, but I wish I
could feel something. Everything is mental with me. I was a para before
puberty and so I never had any sexual feeling. It must be hard losing
“Well I lost most of what I had. I used to get so turned on. Now I
just get a little buzz. Maybe its mental just remembering what it was
like,” I said really going way out there.
After we finished Lynn said she had to meet her mother at one of the
stores and we said goodbye. Just before we parted she gave me her phone
number and said to call sometime. I thought it might be fun for Angela
and I to get together with her. Three girls in wheelchairs woud be
It was finally time to meet my aunt.
“I just love the way you look in your wheelchair,” Kevin said. “Of
course I like you with your hooks too.”
“How about when I am able bodied?”
“Of course, but your handicaps make you look so sexy.”
I knew at that point that Kevin was what I found out was a devotee, a
person who liked to see disabled females. I suppose there were women who
liked to see disabled men. I was certainly not one of them. I wanted to
be the one who was disabled and I certainly wanted to be a girl.
That night I slipped into bed and thought about how much I enjoyed my
two full days without walking. I was tempted to go for another day, but
I had promised Darlene I would get together with her. I would be
spending the next day wearing my hooks. I knew I would have fun as I
always di wearing my hooks from the time I got up until I went to bed.
What will be Paula's next disability? Find out in the next chapter.