We have really hit it off. Being in a rush, I decided to go in my wheelchair, without the leg braces I usually wear. I am a paraplegic, paralyzed from just above my waist down to my feet. I have been a paraplegic since I was a little girl. My legs are very thin and flaccid, but I still think of myself as attractive, even sexy. My ample breasts are my best feature so I like to show them off a little with a tight blouse.
About a year ago I started wearing long leg braces and using crutches to maneuver around the building. From there they go down to my ankles where I can attach any number of shoes I like to wear.
My favorites though are the high heels I wear at work. I have all kinds, mostly around three inch. My right leg is also a little shorter than my left one, another part of my disability. My right leg just stopped growing when I was about 13 and my left leg continued to grow until I was about That means I put both forearm crutches out in front of me and swing both legs through the middle.
Wearing leg braces under slacks is difficult. I am used to people staring at my legs as I am almost always in a skirt or dress. Once it would have made me uncomfortable. Sometimes my skirts barely cover the thigh straps on the tops of my braces. Without the pantyhose, the pads on the braces rub my legs too much.
But that day I was just in my wheelchair wearing a little skirt just above my knees. The blouse was a little on the tight side with pantyhose and my two inch platform style heels. My wheelchair is safer and faster but I cannot stand up to reach things without the leg braces. So I mostly use both wheelchair and leg braces together. The footrests on my chair are in the middle and close together.
The right footrest plate is just a little higher to make up the difference in my leg length. I was on the way to the file room when I took a corner too fast and actually ran into this very handsome man in a suit. I was so embarrassed! Not so much because I ran into him, but when I did, my right foot actually came off the footrest, knocking my shoe off. I looked too and could see the pink polish on my toenails through my tan pantyhose. Now most everyone has seen my legs of course, but I realized at that moment no one at work has ever seen my bare feet.
They are so limp and thin. I was really was embarrassed. This man had to see me pick my leg up with my hands and get my foot back on the footrest of the wheelchair.
Especially men dating paraplegic girls. They like to see how a handicapped girl moves her legs with her hands getting out of a car, and things like that. Sometimes, when I know I have an audience, I put on a little show. I struggle a little more than I really have to. He handed the shoe to me awkwardly. He looked so cute now blushing just as much as I was.
I thanked him and pulled my leg up by lifting under one knee. This makes my foot point down. I hooked my toes with the shoe and pulled it onto the heel of my foot. He introduced himself as Jeff. We both made our apologies and started talking about where we were going, what our jobs were, who we knew and things like that. Somehow we got on the subject of baseball. Jeff asked me if would like to watch the game that night with him at a bar a few blocks from the office.
I would love to go on a date with this handsome, polite man. But I get so nervous on first dates. Being in a wheelchair we are a bit more vulnerable. I always feel like my disability is just hanging out there.
Like, I know men new to dating paraplegic girls, want to ask me about my disability. We made a meeting place and parted ways for the afternoon. I am having a very hard time of going from one end of the desirable scale to the other virtually overnight. My ego is shot to bits as I am constantly passed over. Imagine having someone hounding you to get together but they have failed to read the profile. When they finally learn I am in a wheelchair they suddenly do a fast reverse as they run for the hills.
The reality of the situation is I am still able to do most everything I did before. I still crave all the emotional and physical needs we all want. Nothing serious just good conversation and all to soon I was home. My disability was a turn-off. Oh well, just another guy not interested in dating paraplegic girls I thought. I tried to push all my insecurities to the back of my mind. Just then, he asked me how I came to be in a wheelchair. He had wanted to approach me many times but was too shy to talk.
Back at my car Jeff offered to help me get in. Of course I told him I could manage as I did it every day. We made plans for dinner the next evening. He pecked me on the cheek and walked away to where his car was parked.
I slid my butt into the seat of my Volvo and put my legs in one at a time. My car has hand controls and a wheelchair lift that keeps the chair over the roof. He dropped by my office around lunch on his way to a meeting to say hi and to make sure he was still picking me up at 7: That day I was in my wheelchair wearing my leg braces as usual. I was wearing a longer skirt, around mid-calf, so he could only see a little of my braces and my black three inch high heels.
We shared a laugh at his cleverness and I asked which would he prefer. Admitting he had no experience dating paraplegic girls. That was exactly what I needed to hear. I immediately thought, I have just the outfit for you handsome.
Before I got to wet I eagerly agreed to use the leg braces and he went on to his meeting. I have a special shower chair just for bathing. Most mobility handicapped folks use one. It stays in the shower. I transfer from my wheelchair into it and back out again. Sitting on just a towel, naked in my wheelchair, I dried my hair and my upper body.
Then I pulled each leg up to my lap and dried them off. I put on some makeup and teased my hair then went to dress. First I needed just the right bra. A sexy bustier to push my breasts up would work. Skimpy and lingerie like enough to be inviting. The mirror over my dresser told me with a close look you could actually see my nipples through the lace.
My nipples hardened as my thoughts drifted off to my date seeing me in my delicate bra. I smiled taking panties that matched the bra and a pair of tan pantyhose from my dresser and wheeled to my bed.
Shifted my butt to the bed and pulled my legs up behind me. One foot at a time through the panties and up my legs got them to the tops of my thighs. I bunched up the waistband and with a quick bum hop motion slid my bottom into my panties. The pantyhose were next. Still sitting up with my lifeless paralyzed legs out in front of me, I pulled one leg up to my chest.
Bunching up one leg of the hose, I worked it over my small foot and over my ankle. By letting my leg fall back into place, I pulled the nylon up along my leg to around my knee, and repeated the process with the other leg. I straightened the hose around my feet and calves, making it a little tighter. Then I worked the hose up my legs and to my thighs just like the panties.