Gilly’s Journey Ch. 17
By: NapaCaster
 

Yesterday was another fun day working with Bailey and Hailey. They are really enjoying being bracefaces again, and they wear their braces and headgear well and with pride, like me. I asked how long they plan to enjoy their braces, and Hailey smiled her beautiful metallic smile at Bailey, then smiled at me and said, "For as long as you wear yours, Gilly."
 
We came up with a lot of good ideas for upcoming seasons and filled the whiteboard with notes. The next two seasons are fully planned out; the girls will just write the outlines for each episode, and we'll improvise like we have been doing. Less work for the girls and more fun and freedom for the cast.
 

However, today is all about Marc; it's his graduation ceremony today. The ceremony will be outdoors on the quad, and it's a beautiful day for it. I'm so happy for Marc, and I know he will be a great orthodontist. In fact, he starts work at Robbins Orhtodontics on Monday morning. With the nice weather and casual outdoor setting, I went with a rather simple floral print dress. It is neither too casual nor too formal, and my green headgear matches the flowers. I just hope my strappy platform wedges are not too high for walking on the grass, but I need the extra height to see over the crowd. My Milwaukee brace will help my height by gently encouraging me to stand tall and proud—well, as tall as a little thing like me can be. I got in my car and went to pick up Marc MacGregor, soon to be Doctor Marc MacGregor.

 
I stopped to pick up Marc, and fortuitously, that boor Carl wasn't home. Marc, being the gentleman he always is, walked me back to my car, helped me in, then got in himself. On the way, I told Marc how proud I am of him, and, making a comment about something that usually makes him uncomfortable, I commented on his skin. This time, he didn't blush or get embarrassed since his acne had totally cleared up. I told him how great he looks, especially now that he has a neatly trimmed mustache. He said he has no idea why his skin cleared up and joked that maybe being around a pretty girl all the time had something to do with it. I didn't say anything, but it just might be because his hormones are running wild, just as mine are. We have held off, but I've been thinking that tonight might be the night we go all the way.

 
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The graduation ceremony was wonderful. With so many professors encouraging their students to experience a variety of medical situations, it has become tradition for graduates to do this on graduation day. Needless to say, I have not seen so many people wearing casts, all types of orthopedic braces, wheelchairs, and people on crutches. Of course, most of the orthodontic students had braces or other appliances, some of which would come off within days, while others were undergoing actual treatment for many years. Two highlights of the day were talking with Marc's lab partner, Bev, and her wife, Susie. Remember, Marc made Bev that really big and intrusive orthodontic appliance, and I really loved hearing her struggle to speak while wearing it. At one point, she started to take off her headgear to remove it, but Susie playfully slapped her hand away and said, "Twenty-three hours a day until you are working, then you can remove it during work hours." Bev turned red, and I chuckled—another orthodontics-loving couple.

 
The other thing that caught my eye was an orthopedic tech who was wearing a halo brace. I hunted her down after the ceremony to chat. Well, she wasn't much of a talker; not only was she in a halo brace, but her jaw was wired shut, too. We did find a quiet, secluded place to chat, and she said that her best friend had been badly injured in an auto accident a few years ago, and she wanted to experience what her treatment and recovery were like. With students encouraged to experience various treatments, she jumped at the opportunity. I asked how long she had been in her halo and wired shut, and she replied, "A month so far. I'll get unwired in another month, then I'll continue to wear my halo for an additional month." With a laugh, she continued, "Then it's back to real life." 

 
As we parted ways, she gave me a curious look and asked, "You look very familiar; are you Gillian Anderton? I think she lives around here." 

 
I said that I am, and she asked for an autograph and pictures. I had never been asked for an autograph before, and with my small handbag, I only had a pen—none of the photos that I was encouraged to carry. She simply had me sign her diploma, and I dotted the 'I's' in Gillian with little stars. We then took selfies, as I wanted to remember the halo braced and wired shut girl who was the first person to ask for an autograph. Then she said, "You are really popular, you know. Come meet my friends; they'll want autographs, too.

 
I don't know how many times I signed my name; I stopped counting at fifty. Oh, and all the different things I signed, like casts, various orthopedic braces, and headgear straps. Marc came looking for me with several of his friends, and they all wanted autographs, too. I guess I'm more famous than I thought I was. As Marc and I were getting ready to leave and I was signing my last autograph, I joked that my wrist is so tired that I think I need a wrist brace. A girl standing nearby, who was wearing braces on both wrists that also immobilized her thumbs, said, "Here you go, Gillian!" She took off the brace on her right wrist and slipped it onto my arm, tightening the four straps just right. She then took off her other brace and put it on my left wrist and said, "Both sides have to match!" as she smiled, then walked away. I looked at my braced wrists and thumbs and became very aroused. Such odd things arouse me.

 
As we walked to the car, I gave Marc the keys; there is too much going on in my head right now to drive. I couldn't believe all the attention I got and how I felt seeing that girl in the halo with her wired jaw and then having these braces placed on my wrists. 
 

Marc helped me into the car and asked how I was feeling; he could tell I was experiencing emotional overload. I looked at him, smiling at me, with his cute braces and high-pull headgear. I tried to remove my headgear so we could kiss, but couldn't with my wrists and thumbs held rigidly like my spine. Marc saw my dilemma and took off his headgear, then mine, and we kissed passionately. Our tongues and hands did quite a bit of exploring, too. Then, Marc replaced our headgear, started the engine, and we went for a quiet drive in the country.

 
My hormones settled down as we drove around the country roads. My thoughts turned to my dream of owning a home, which is now within reach for me. I didn't say anything to Marc, but I think I would like to live in the country, but not too far from town. It was starting to get late, and I was getting hungry; we didn't have any lunch, just some light refreshments immediately after the graduation ceremony. I suggested that we stop and get a pizza, then go to my place to relax; I wanted to be alone with Marc. He thought it sounded great, as he has been enjoying speeding weekends with me in my apartment; however, he always sleeps on the couch. That won't be the case tonight.
 

When we got home, we enjoyed our pizza and a couple of cold beers. After we ate, we went to brush our teeth, and that is when I realized I was still wearing those wrist braces that girl jokingly put on me. Like my Milwaukee brace, KAFOs, and headgear, they just felt natural to me, but I removed them to brush my teeth. I couldn't believe that I had eaten dinner wearing them without a second thought. After helping each other brush our teeth, I told Marc I wanted to take a shower. He started to leave the bathroom, and I said, "Marc, I don't want to shower alone; please join me."

 
With lustful efficacy, I then took off my dress, sandals, panties, and padded bra and carelessly cast them aside. I asked Marc to remove my Milwaukee brace for me, something he had never done before. Quickly figuring out the buckles, straps, and setscrew, he opened my brace and removed it from my body. I then eagerly undressed him, and we took a shower that ended up being very hot.
 

I'll just say things made a natural progression from there. I awoke the next morning with Dr. Marc MacGregor lying next to me in my rather disheveled bed with his arm around me, holding onto the bars on the back of my Milwaukee brace, pulling me tightly against his body.
 

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On Monday morning, Marc was up early and excited to go to his first day of work at Robbins Orthodontics. I cooked him a big breakfast, then we took a quick shower together and got dressed, with me choosing a nice dress, heeled sandals, and red headgear to match my dress. Of course, I wore my Milwaukee brace since I am no longer keeping it a secret. However, I do still use a great deal of care and discretion when it comes to wearing my KAFOs and using crutches.
 

I would be Marc's first patient, and when we arrived at Robbins Orthodontics, Marc was anxious to get to work on me. In the last few weeks, he had spent a lot of time getting to know the staff, computer system, and general procedures of the office and felt quite comfortable. Sally had made scans of my teeth last week, and my new appliance and archwires were ready. 

 
Marc led me to a procedure room, where I took off my dress and he removed my Milwaukee brace. This was something that Sally suggested I do to allow my mouth to open as wide as possible. Robbins Orhtodontics only treats adults, so no one is used to working in a child-sized mouth like mine. Marc helped me put my dress back on, I took a seat in the chair of honor, and I removed my headgear just as Sally knocked at the door and entered. After a quick greeting, the chair was reclined and a cheek retractor gently inserted in my mouth, rendering me mute and immobilizing my tongue. A chill went down my spine—my mouth is no longer mine.

 
The first thing Marc and Sally did was remove those pink ligatures that I absolutely hate, along with my active archwires. Sally then cleaned and polished my teeth, and I know how bright and sparkling they will be. Then, since Marc had never put someone in inactive treatment like Sally and the girls have, she explained how it works. Picking up my new archwires, she said to Marc, "See how the profile of the wire is rectangular rather than square?" I see Marc nod his head, and Sally continues, "That adds rigidity to the specially heat-treated wire, making it sort of like an I beam. It is very strong and unyeilding since the goal is the same as a retainer; we want Gilly's teeth to remain in their current positions even though they are extremely crooked and there is a big gap between her front teeth." Sally then turns to the computer and says, "See how Gilly's molars come together? They are not exactly where we want them to be, but occlusion is good enough, so TMJ won't be an issue. Plus, her new splint will cushion and position her jaw, too."

 
Sally then held my upper archwire in place while Marc tied it in with wire ligatures. With the time he was taking, along with what I was feeling and Sally's coaching, I knew my ligatures would be just like the girls and Sally's, with the ligature wires spiraling around my archwires between each bracket or band. Soon, Marc was finishing up on my lower archwire, and I have to admit that looking up at him as I felt him working in my mouth was extremely arousing.

 
The next thing that Marc and Sally did was to bond four small magnets to my upper molars. Their job is to securely hold my splint in place, but also to allow it to be easily removed. Marc was well aware of the orthodontic issues that a Milwaukee brace can cause, and these magnets were quickly bonded to my teeth. The retractor was removed from my mouth, the chair was raised, and Sally asked me if I was ready for my splint. I was very excited to get something new in my mouth, and my voice cracked as I said yes. 
 
Sally picked up the pink plastic device and handed it to me. It was purple in color and made of hard plastic, but where it would be between my teeth, the material was soft and cushioning. It also had small spurs on the part that ran behind my front teeth, which she explained was for my tongue thrusting issue. Sally told me to place it in my mouth, and with care, I did so, and the magnets snapped in place. When I tried to speak, I had an extremely heavy lisp, and both Marc and Sally laughed, and I turned red. After taking a moment to explore what had been done in my mouth, I smiled, then got up to look in the mirror.
 

I loved what I saw in the mirror as I smiled wide. My new archwires were much thicker than my old ones, and the wire ligatures added a lot more metal to my smile. My splint was visible between my molars, and it held my front teeth about a quarter of an inch apart. I bit down on it, and it was soft and yielding, holding my jaw in a very comfortable position. Seeing that both Marc and I were excited, Sally excused herself, leaving us alone. He took off his headgear, and we kissed, with Marc making a thorough inspection of his work. After our kiss, he helped me back into my Milwaukee brace and carefully placed my facebow in my mouth and the purple straps around my head. I did the same for him, and we hugged, with Marc telling me how sexy my new appliance is. I didn't want it to end, but Marc had other patients to see, and I told him I would be taking my new orthodontist out on a date tonight. 

This is a fun story.  Thank you. I expect that Bailey and Hailey may be getting new orthopedic braces?

Thanks! Yes, the twins will be getting some more accessories.

I've been enjoying your story, too.

Gilly’s Journey Ch. 19
By: NapaCaster
 

 
I don't have too many friends in my building, except for one really good friend, an older gentleman we all call 'Gramps'. I've always known him as Gramps, a nickname he picked up as a young man in the Marine Corps, where he also lost both his legs. You see, Gramps had the opposite problem as me when he was young. As a twenty-six-year-old sergeant, he was already balding and had heavy streaks of gray hair. Gramps has always been someone to talk to and get advice from, or simply a shoulder to cry on. He is a friend to anyone he meets.
 

Gramps told me he had some news to share with me, and I said I also had something to tell him. He went first and told me that living on his own is getting difficult, and he is moving to a 'retirement resort' at the end of the month. He laughed, but with a hint of sadness in his voice, he said, "No more cooking, cleaning, or doing laundry for this old Marine." When he told me where he was moving, I knew exactly where it was on the road to the studio. Gramps said his new apartment has a view of the cattle ranch across the creek, and it reminds him of his childhood on a ranch. It's a nice place, and I know he will be happy.
 

Gramps asked me what my big news was, and I told him that I bought a house and would be moving soon. He gave me a big hug and congratulated me, reminding me that my hard work was finally paying off. He asked what moving company I was using, and I said the guys from the studio were helping me. I asked if he needed a mover; he did, and I made a call. Two trucks from Bill-Jack Productions will be showing up on moving day. Gramps thanked me and said, "I think I'm going to give up driving because there is a bus with a wheelchair lift to take me where I need to go. I hate seeing you drive that beautiful classic car of yours every day; something might happen to it. Gilly, I'd like to give you my Cadillac to drive. Marc can remove the hand controls for you."

 
I hugged Gramps and thanked him, reminding him that I would stop by to visit often. What I didn't tell him was that the hand controls would not be removed; I now have a car I can drive while wearing my KAFOs!
 

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Well, it's been a month, and Marc and I are ready to move into our new home. In our state, real estate transactions only take fourteen working days, so I was able to quickly begin renovations. The guys from the studio did all the work, and the place looks great. Fresh paint, hardwood floors, a modern kitchen, and richly appointed bathrooms. It's absolutely wonderful!

 
Two Bill-Jack Productions trucks showed up at my building this morning, and another at the house that Marc rents. The guys got all of my things loaded into one truck and Gramps stuff in the other. Neither of us have too much, and two trucks were overkill, but everyone was happy to help me and a disabled Marine. Just as everything was packed up, Marc called and said that he was on the way to our new house. I told him I would be there after I dropped Gramps off at his new home. One of my friends got in the Cadillac to drive it to my place, and with some help, Gramps got in my car, and I followed the truck to his new home. 
 

I stayed and helped Gramps get settled in. It didn't take too long to get his things moved in, and it was only right to help in return for all the advice he has given me over the years. We had lunch together in the dining room, and Gramps was already making new friends. After our late lunch, I thanked the guys from work for helping, and they went on their way. I made sure Gramps was settled in his new home, then got in my car and drove to my new home.
 

When I got there, the only car was the Cadillac, with Marc's Vespa parked next to it. I walked inside, and Marc was sitting on the couch watching TV. He got up and gave me a hug and, with a huge smile, said, "Welcome home, honey." Marc then took me on a tour of my new house, and it was an amazing feeling. This was my house—I mean, our house—a place to live for the rest of our lives if my dream came true, and so many dreams have come true for me. I couldn't believe it; everything was in its place, just like we had planned. Sure, there were boxes here and there and some pictures to hang up, but it already felt like home. 
 

Since my friends had done all the hard work, Marc and I were full of energy and eager to see the last of our meager possessions in their places. We started in the kitchen with a cold beer. I'm only wearing my glasses and headgear today, and it was strange to drink from the bottle without a straw since I'm pretty much always in my Milwaukee brace. However, I did make a bit of a mess of myself since I'm not used to drinking from a bottle with my headgear on. Marc wiped the beer from my chin and shirt, and we got to work arranging the kitchen. We got all of our pots, pans, appliances, and spices—all the normal kitchen things—put away. We never once disagreed about where anything should go.
 

Then it was another bottle of beer, and on to the guest bath. All we did there was put some towels on the racks and put a soap dispenser by the sink. The master bath was next, and we set up all of our orthodontic cleaning tools next to the double sinks. We then screwed hooks into the inside of the cabinet doors and hung our various headgear straps up. Marc only has a few colors, but I have every one made, including the hot pink one for work that I hate. With every day of filming, I hate the color pink more and more. Towels were hung up and toiletries put in their places. The bathroom is ready for our first shower together, and it's really large with a rainfall head and a built-in bench. We love bathing together so much; if you haven't bathed with your partner, give it a try. It makes a romantic experience out of a necessity.

 
Finally, we got to our bedroom and put our clothes away, and Marc put some hooks on the wall inside the closet to hang my KAFOs and Milwaukee brace on. With everything put away except for some things in the hobby room and spare bedroom, we were done. We decided to go check out the big garage and walk around our oasis in the country. 

 
As we took our walk, we discussed our plans to upgrade the finished rooms that are along one wall in the garage. There will be an office for me to work on ideas for the show and to do my accounting work. Even though I have found success in acting, I still enjoy my accounting work. It's relaxing, and I have no plans to give it up. Marc wants an orthodontic lab so he can work on some specialized appliances he and a professor recently came up with. Finally, we want a kitchenette for parties and for preparing food for the built-in grill on the large, shady patio between the garage and house.

 
Then the conversation got serious. We were making long-term plans as a couple, and it was making us both nervous. Even though we have only known each other for a relatively short time, I know that Marc is the man that I want to spend the rest of my life with, and I expressed that feeling. Marc said he felt the same about me, and was ready to fully commit his heart to me. I looked at Marc and said with a lisp and a smile, "So is that a proposal, Marc?" 

 
Marc hesitated for a moment and looked me in the eyes. Then he cleared his throat, knelt down before me, and picked up a long piece of grass, which he tied in a loose knot. Marc then took my left hand, looked up at me, and said in his lispy voice, "Miss Gillian Anderton, will you marry me?" My face lit up. I tearfully said, "Yes... Yes, Dr. Marc MacGregor. I would be proud to be your wife." Marc then slipped the makeshift engagement ring of grass on my finger and pulled the knot tight. He stood up and scooped me up in his arms. I put my arms around his neck, and we passionately kissed, despite still wearing our headgear. When our long kiss finally ended, our facebows were badly bent, and our teeth hurt from the pressure of our deformed headgear.

 
Marc carried me back to the house, my light frame held securely in his strong arms. Our teeth were hurting pretty bad, and we needed to put on our spare headgear. I could see Marc was in quite a bit of pain, but he removed my headgear and facebow first. It was so bent up that he had to get a pair of wire cutters to cut it free from my molar bands. When the wire was cut, it sent a shock of pain through all my upper teeth. Then I took the straps of Marc's headgear and gently worked it free from his bands, causing him quite a bit of discomfort. We decided to go sans headgear and have a drink to celebrate our engagement. While Marc made us drinks, I put my grass ring in the family bible for safekeeping. I know it's safe there; it is the only thing that survived the fire that took the lives of my parents.

 
We sat on the couch in our new home and cuddled. It was agreed that we would not announce our engagement until Marc got me a proper ring, but I loved the impromptu ring he made as he spontaneously proposed. We had dinner delivered, then a night of romance ensued, and it was simply amazing!
 

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It's now been a full six months since I last saw the optometrist, and I've been noticing changes to my vision. My near vision is getting worse, and I'm starting to get a lot of distortion at night. Things like the moon and oncoming headlights have rings around them. I made an appointment, and I am off to see the doctor today. I got dressed up nice as always and wore my Milwaukee brace as usual.
 

The doctor examined my eyes and said my cataracts are getting much worse. The lenses in my eyes are getting hard and cloudy, which is why my vision is getting worse. He gave me a new prescription for my glasses over contacts and also a prescription for my other glasses, and these will be bifocals. The doctor asked how much I wear my glasses over contacts, and I said all the time. He told me to only use my glasses and contacts combination when filming and to wear my regular glasses the rest of the time. He also said that I needed to see the ophthalmologist at the university hospital where Marc went to school, and he would make the arrangements for me.

 
A few days later, I got two calls and a package. My new contacts arrived in the mail, and the first call was that my new lenses were ready for my glasses. Since it seems I need new lenses every six months, I don't get new frames every time unless I see something that is really cute and sophisticated-looking. The second call was from the university hospital to set up an appointment to get my eyes examined there. I went into town and got my new lenses, and boy could I see better to read with the bifocals. I liked how they looked, too. In the mirror, the bifocals are very noticeable; maybe I won't need the contacts and thick glasses on stage anymore, but these new glasses will take some getting used to. 
 

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Today, Marc called me at around noon and asked me to be ready to go out this evening somewhere formal. This was a bit unusual since neither of us are really into doing things at the last minute, so I know something is up. Since all I had planned for today was to catch up on some accounting work, I was enjoying my Milwaukee brace and KAFOs. I finished my work and went in to get dressed a few hours later. I put on the little black dress that Marc loves seeing me in; it is so low-cut in the back that almost my entire Milwaukee brace shows from the rear. I wore my hair down with the cervical strap of my black headgear hidden and my hair giving teasing glimpses of my Milwaukee brace. A little makeup, and I was ready. I looked in the mirror, and a braced goddess smiled back at me.
 

When Marc got home, he quickly got ready, and then he said, "I would like to try something again." I just stood there on my crutches as he once again knelt down before me and once again asked for my hand in marriage. I accepted for a second time, and he put a beautiful diamond engagement ring on my finger. My crutches fell to the floor as I reached up to hug him. We kissed, but we didn't bend our facebows this time. After our embrace, I took a close look at my ring and began to laugh my cute, lispy laugh since my splint was in my mouth. The setting for the huge diamond looked like an orthodontic bracket, as did the settings for the four smaller stones. Between the settings was a spiral that looked like my wire ligatures. No one but an orthodontic freak like me would notice, and I thought it was really cute.

 
Marc and I then took some pictures, careful not to let my KAFOs show, and sent them to friends, formally announcing our engagement. Then we spent a wonderful night out on the town, and we didn't get home until well after midnight. That's when the real romance began.

Gilly’s Journey Ch. 21
By: NapaCaster

 
As I crutched down the sidewalk, enjoying the pleasant morning air, something caught my eye. In the window of a medical supply shop, I saw something that I had long wanted, and it was on sale too. It was a small, sporty wheelchair that looked to be just the right size for me. Not only was it on sale for half off, it had the most beautiful dark purple metallic paint job; it was love at first sight!
 

I crutched inside and told the clerk I was interested in the wheelchair. Very quickly, he got it down from the display, and I carefully sat in it. I handed my crutches to the clerk, and, pretending like I was really disabled, I picked up my legs and set my feet on the footrests. What felt like an electric shock went through my body as I wheeled around the showroom. The clerk called me over and made a few adjustments to the foot rests. Now I sat with my knees positioned high, pushing me back into the seat, and I felt quite secure in the wheelchair. It was suggested that I get holders for my crutches to fit on the back and also a strap that would hold my legs together for modesty; he thought I had little control over them, and in my excitement, my knees did spread apart a bit.

 
Soon, everything was in order with my crutches on the back of my wheelchair—my wheelchair—and I had a strap that clipped onto my KAFO's, keeping my legs in a position to maintain my modesty. I paid for everything, then rolled out of the shop and made my way to the orthotics shop to get new leg and back braces. This is so exciting, and Marc will be so surprised tonight when he gets home and I'm sitting in my wheelchair. 

 
I had no problem rolling along in my new wheelchair. Whenever I get the opportunity to play with one, like when a friend is injured or just in the prop room at the studio, I love wheeling around; I'm good at it, too. Just as I arrived at the orthotics shop, here came Bailey and Hailey. They were in matching black skirt suits almost identical to mine; the only thing that was different between them was the color of their eyeglass frames and headgear straps. They questioned me about my wheelchair and my really bad lisp. I said that saw the wheelchair in a shop window and just had to buy it because it's my favorite color. Then I explained that Marc said my lisp would get better and be perfect for filming in a few weeks. They laughed and said my speech is hard to understand but I looked great rolling down the street in in my wheelchair, and then we went inside the orthotics shop.

 
Upon entering, Collene warmly greeted us and offered us coffee, which we graciously accepted. We followed her to the break room; she seems to walk short distances by leaning on things for support with her legs locked straight and no crutches. Our cups had straws to make drinking with our headgear easier, plus the added difficulty Collene and I have with our back braces. We chatted with Collene for a few minutes, and she complimented me on my sporty new wheelchair, making me blush. I know that she uses one for real at times; I have seen it in her office. Billy then came in, poured himself a cup, and said he was ready for us. The girls walked, and I rolled to the fitting room, where all of our beautiful new braces were laid out on the tables.

 
I went first and removed my headgear so it didn't get in the way, then undressed down to my panties and padded bra. Billy helped me take off my Milwaukee brace and KAFOs. Then he picked up the Milwaukee brace that I would be wearing on stage. It was bulkier than the other braces on the tables, with the metal bars being wider and the throat mold and occipital pads larger, too. Billy said they were sized for a man of his build and will be very obvious on camera, which is what we all wanted. Despite looking awkward, the brace fit me perfectly; it was quite comfortable and felt good to wear. I know that saying a Milwaukee brace is comfortable and feels good to wear is rather odd, but for me, it isn't. I love how it feels and how it limits my mobility while supporting my spine. 

 
My other braces were tried on, and they fit very nicely, too. I loved how the leather looked, especially the deep purple and the matte black with polished metal; they are perfect in every way and are so comfortable, too. Leaving my purple Milwaukee brace on, Billy proceeded to show us all how our shoes attach to our leg braces. All of our shoes have metal bars extending from the heel on both sides. They mate with sockets at the ankles of our KAFOs and lock in place. The bars on the shoes are bent to compensate for the height of the shoe's heel. I wore the brown braces with a pair of wedge sandals first.
 
Billy got me all strapped in, and I stood up and walked with my crutches. My crutches were now too short, and Billy adjusted them, saying that depending on the shoes we were wearing, we would need to adjust our crutches. I tried my black KAFOs with black high-heeled booties that were even higher and did very well walking. Finally, it was my dark purple braces with a pair of matching four-inch block-heeled Mary Janes with three straps. These also fit perfectly, and I got dressed and put my purple facebow and headgear straps back on. I crutched over to the mirror, and I looked stunning! 

 
The girls all tried on their new braces, and everything fit perfectly, too. They chose to wear their braces in their trademark colors, with color-coordinated mid-heeled pumps that had several straps to hold their feet firmly in place. Billy gave them crutches, blue for Bailey and red for Hailey, and they began to crutch around the room. Their movements were extremely awkward; it had been years since they wore a Milwaukee brace, and they had never worn leg braces or used crutches before.

 
I sat in my wheelchair, carefully positioned my feet on the foot rest, placed the strap to hold my legs together, and rolled over to the mirror. What I saw was the most beautiful crippled woman in the entire world. I couldn't help but smile, and my metallic grin and headgear melted my own heart. I looked like a dream, and the strap that secured my legs made me look and feel truly disabled. Billy put my purple crutches in the holder on the back of my chair and Bailey then asked Billy to box everything up; she would send a courier from the studio to deliver everything to our homes. We all gave Billy a hug and thanked him, then went to let Collene take a look at us. Collene said we all looked great and wished us well on our bracing adventure, giving us all hugs before we left. She also said that she enjoys seeing people experience a little bit of what her life is like and that Billy wears braces like hers at home and when they travel. 

 
We decided to grab a bite to eat for lunch at a nearby cafe. I led the way, rolling along in my wheelchair, with the girls following me on crutches. They were moving quite slowly, and I rolled along a bit too fast, with them hollering "Hold up!" several times. Over lunch, we discussed my lisp and hoped it would get a little better before filming began once again. The girls recalled wearing splints when they were in Milwaukee braces during their youth, and I suggested that if they were going to wear their Milwaukee braces often, they should also wear orthodontic splints, too. Bailey was on the phone right away to make those arrangements.
 

After we ate, it was a group trip to the restroom to clean our teeth. There was quite a bit of food stuck in my tongue crib, and Bailey helped me to remove it. I then snapped my splint into place, and my really heavy lisp returned. We made our way to a small park and shared some ideas for the show. Hailey suggested that we rewrite all the scenes when I'm waking up or going to bed to involve my splint and to have it feature prominently, giving something else for B.J. to be teased about. We also just sat and watched people watch us. Three beautiful ladies, all in complicated orthodontic and orthopedic braces, combination headgear, cute glasses, and me in my sporty wheelchair. I bet there are guys out there that would have completely lost it upon seeing us!

 
Finally, we needed to be on our way. I asked the girls if we needed to find someplace private where one of them could take off at least their right KAFO to be able to drive. They had thought of this and taken an Uber to town and asked how I was getting home. I said I planned to get an Uber, too, since I rode in with Marc this morning. We waited for our rides, then exchanged hugs before parting ways.

 
When I got home, sure enough, all my braces and crutches had been delivered. I needed to get ready to surprise Marc this evening; he only thinks I was getting a cumbersome-looking Milwaukee brace made for the stage. He has no idea I was getting not only a new brown Milwaukee brace, but ones in purple and black, matching KAFOs, and new shoes. Hell, there's the wheelchair, too—something that even surprised me. Thankfully, we don't have any steps, and I rolled inside and stood up with my knees unlocked. Alone at home, I can cheat and walk normally, or as normally as possible, with my KAFOs unlocked. Still, I had to make multiple trips to bring all my new braces inside and put them away, but I let the black ones and black crutches sit on the bed.
 

I don't know if a lot of ladies enjoy a nice, cold beer, but I sure do. My dad loved an ice-cold beer, and I always think of him when I enjoy a cold one. I wonder what my parents would think of what I do for pleasure if they were still with us. I think they would accept it, and I know they would be proud of my blossoming career. They only got to go to the theater and see me three times, and never on television. After relaxing for a few minutes, I went to choose my outfit for tonight. I want to absolutely stun Marc when he walks in the door this evening. I hope to make him weak in the knees, just like the night we met.
 

Now, my first decision: black or purple? I walked into my closet and looked around. I saw a purple satin dress with thin straps that I don't wear often because it is so short. However, it would show off my KAFOs and Milwaukee brace very nicely, and with that strap I got, I could keep my legs tightly together to protect my modesty without thinking about it. I'm not used to sitting in a wheelchair and I don't want to inadvertently show too much; that's not my style. To contrast with all the purple, I'll wear my black braces, booties, headgear, and rimless glasses. I want my braces and headgear to draw attention to my face. With my outfit chosen, I undressed, took off my braces, then took a long shower.

 
I then got all braced up in my black braces and high-heeled booties. My black crutches were adjusted correctly, and I crutched around a bit to really get a feel for these booties. I think I'll spend most of the evening in my wheelchair; they are harder to walk in than I originally thought. I put on my dress and did my makeup, with a quite nice purple and gray smokey effect around my eyes that Maggie taught me, and purple lipstick. It looked really great with my rimless glasses. I tied my hair up into a sexy, messy bun, then inserted my facebow into my mouth and placed the black straps around my head. I placed my crutches in the holder on my wheelchair and sat down in it, carefully positioning my feet, then strapped my legs together. Sitting, my dress rode up quite a bit, and the leather around my thighs was very visible—a bit risque but extremely sexy. I rolled over to the full-length mirror and almost fainted when I saw how I looked—Marc will go wild!

 
As I wheeled out to get another beer and await Marc, I wished there was something more I could add to my orthodontic braces to, well, make them pop and really attract attention. Then I remembered Marc's habit of putting things in his pockets at work and forgetting about them. There is a box in the laundry room that our housekeeper tosses everything in, and I decided to see if there was anything interesting in it. I rolled to the laundry room, dug through the box, and found two unopened bags of purple orthodontic elastics, and almost every one of my brackets or bands has hooks for elastics. They were a really cute color that matched my dress, and there were two different sizes. I grabbed my beer, rolled to the living room, where my laptop is, and researched orthodontic elastic configurations.

 
I couldn't make heads or tails out of all that class this and class that, boxes, triangle, or vertical. I turned on the webcam to use as a mirror and just started putting the elastics on my braces in whatever pattern looked cute. I ended up using the larger ones to make three squares, one around my upper and lower incisors, then another set around my premolars. I then used the little ones between my upper and lower canines. They were all really tight and hard to stretch into place, and when I was done, I looked super cute, but I couldn't open my mouth. To finish my beer, I had to put the straw to the side of my mouth and suck my beer between my teeth.

 
I continued to look at the pictures of elastics, but I was getting tired. It has been a very exciting day, and I love everything about my new tongue crib, splint, and all my new orthopedic braces. Lucking across this wonderful wheelchair and finding those bags of elastics were icing on the cake.

Gilly’s Journey Ch. 23
By: NapaCaster

 
With my vision worsening, I made an appointment with Dr. Hoffman at the university hospital, and that is where Marc and I are going today. I dressed professionally, as I always do when going out, in a nice skirt suit and high heels, and since Dr. Hoffman knows me as someone who wears a Milwaukee brace, I chose my purple brace to match my headgear and splint. 

 
When we arrived, Dr. Hoffman examined my eyes very carefully, using several different instruments and machines. Marc had to simply wait in the waiting room while this was being done, and it took almost two hours. With the information gathered from my extensive tests, the doctor was ready to discuss what would be happening with my eyes. I went and got Marc, and we sat down with Dr. Hoffman in her office.

 
Marc seemed very nervous and held my hand. The doctor went on to explain that my case is a complicated one with how fast things have progressed and that immediate surgery is essential. We decided it was best to do both eyes at the same time since I had a limited time frame to work with. Marc was concerned about something going wrong and wanted me to only have one eye done at a time. That way, if there was a problem, I could choose not to have surgery on the other eye. The doctor reminded him that, even if I chose not to have surgery on my other eye, it would soon have no useful vision anyway due to my condition; therefore, it was best to do them both at the same time.
 

Then the doctor described the procedure, and that is when I understood why she mentioned 'glasses for the rest of my life' during my initial consultation. Dr. Hoffman has had a lot of experience with cases like mine and said that intraocular lenses are not an option for me. She described complications, including the lens coming loose and floating around the eye or increased eye pressure that can cause blindness and a myriad of other complications. So, the procedure I will be undergoing will simply involve removing the stiff, cloudy lenses from my eyes, and I will then need to wear glasses to correct my vision. Dr. Hoffman assured me that, as long as there were no complications, I should expect to have excellent vision with glasses for the rest of my life.

 
The doctor then went on to inform us that, due to the specifics of my condition and my eyes, the surgery that I will undergo will require general anesthesia and a night in the hospital. Along with that, my eyes will be taped shut with thick bandages over them for the first twelve hours. If everything looks good the day after surgery, I will get to go home, but I will have to wear special eye patches 24/7 for the next two to three weeks.
 
Dr. Hoffman went on to explain that I will be able to open my eyes while wearing the eye patches, and they will contain a medicated gel-like material to prevent infection and decrease eye pressure. The gel will also moisturize and lubricate my eyes, soothing them. These patches will need to be changed every twelve hours in a dark place with my eyes closed, and I'll need to wear metal shields over my eyes to protect them in bed. If all is well after two or three weeks, then I can begin to wear temporary glasses that will give me useful vision. Then, a month later, I can get my eyes tested and get new lenses for all my glasses.

 
Then, Dr. Hoffman described the possible side effects and complications, which included only being able to see shadows all the way to complete and permanent blindness in both eyes. Marc's grip on my hand was becoming painful; he looked to be really scared for me. However, I'm kind of excited about the entire thing, but he seems really scared. I told Dr. Hoffman that I wanted the surgery, and she checked the schedule. I will have my surgery in two weeks.

 
After we parted ways with Dr. Hoffman, we decided to take a walk around campus. Marc told me that he will be there for me and will take good care of me all through my recovery, especially the weeks where I will be rendered blind by my eye patches. I could tell he was quite shaken by some of the things the doctor said, and we sat on a bench to talk. 

 
"Marc, why are you so worried, dear?" I ask, holding his hand. He didn't say anything for a moment, then broke down in tears. I hugged him, and between sniffles, he said, "She said you might go blind, Gilly. Blind! I love you, and the idea of you living the rest of your life in darkness scares me. I'm just so worried; you're such a fragile little thing."
 
I held Marc tight and said, "Dr. Hoffman is the best in the country, and if I'm not worried, you should not be either. Remember when you found out that I like wearing my leg and back braces and you said, 'If it makes you happy, it makes me happy'? Well, if I'm not worried, then you shouldn't be worried either. Remember the other thing the doctor said about what would happen if I didn't have surgery? My cataracts would become so cloudy and dark that I would end up blind in a few years anyway."

 
My last statement brought Marc back to reality: the only way to save my vision was surgery. If it goes wrong, the outcome is the same as if I never had it—blindness. With Marc feeling better, we went and had lunch at the university dining commons. They were serving his favorite, what he called jailhouse spaghetti, mystery balls, and ghastly garlic bread. It is typical dining commons fare—not good, but it will keep you alive to pay tuition. It actually wasn't that bad and did bring back happy memories of my college years and of a massive food fight that I once started. After we ate, we found a place to clean our teeth and appliances, then went on home.

 
Once at home, Marc wanted to get the house arranged so I could get around OK during the weeks that I would be sightless; he never leaves things to the last minute. With a slight rearranging of furniture, I would be able to feel my way around, and he ensured that there was nothing that I could trip on. Finally, he rolled an office chair into our walk-in closet and put it in the corner. It will be a nice, dark place to change my eye patches, and the night light will throw enough light for Marc to see what he is doing.
 

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With my surgery only a week away, I decided that I would practice getting around the house blind. I took off my glasses and tied a silk scarf around my eyes, and I couldn't see anything. It reminded me of when I had the role of a blind girl and wore special contacts to make me blind, and I remembered things from the O&M classes I took. I made my way to the kitchen and got myself a glass of ice water, doing everything, including finding a straw in the drawer to drink with while blindfolded. Then I made my way to the living room and sat on the couch, just enjoying the relaxing darkness.

 
Then I remember that in a box of memorabilia from my various roles, I still had my collapsible white cane; it was the only thing I saved from that production. I got up and carefully made my way to the spare bedroom, where I managed to find the closet. I knew the box was the only one on the floor on the right side, and I knent down and began my blind search. I found my cane, stood up, and extended it. I then decided to make my way outside and take a walk around our property. 

 
As I was making my way back to the house, I heard Marc say, "What the hell are you doing, Gilly?" I heard him approaching me, then felt him hugging me. I said I was just practicing, and Marc said, "Good idea, Gilly. I should have thought of that myself, and you should have waited until I was home." Marc then followed me as I slowly made my way to the house. Over the next few days, I did a lot of practicing, which I enjoyed very much. I won't mind my few weeks of blindness; in fact, it will be a fun adventure. 

 
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Today is the day of my surgery, and I'm ready and actually quite excited; I know it will go well. Dr. Hoffman told me not to wear my headgear, splint, or Milwaukee brace to the hospital; I can't wear these things during surgery. However, after I'm situated in my room after surgery, I could wear them if necessary. I dressed simply in a pair of Birkenstocks, shorts, and a T-shirt with my hair tied up. I chose not to wear my glasses since I won't be seeing for a while anyway. That way, my glasses won't get lost.

 
We arrived at the hospital a bit early, and they immediately began to get me prepared for surgery. Dr. Hoffman asked Marc and me if we had any questions or concerns, and we had none. She reminded me that I would wake up from surgery with my eyelids taped shut behind thick yet soft bandages, applying slight pressure to my eyes. She also warned me that it would feel like I had dirt or grit in my eyes. Dr. Hoffman then stressed the importance of not touching or rubbing my eyes until they are fully healed in several weeks. The doctor left Marc and me alone, and we cuddled and kissed for a few minutes before they rolled me to the operating room.
 

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When I woke up after surgery, my eyes felt really gritty, but not too painful. I could feel the tape holding my eyes closed, the bandages over them, and something wrapped around my head that wasn't my headgear. I started to panic a bit and reached up to my face with my right hand. Marc took my hand and held it tightly, yet gently, and said in a quiet voice, "You did great, Gilly. Everything went perfectly; there were no complications. You will be seeing again in a few weeks." I thanked Marc for being by my side as I woke up. That was the moment that I thought would be the most scary—waking up and not being able to see. 

 
Upon hearing that I was awake, Dr. Hoffman came in to talk with me. She was very pleased with how things went and said that with glasses, I would have normal vision and a normal life. I thanked her, and Dr. Hoffman said she would be by in the morning to check my eyes, and if all was well, I could go home. A little while later, they moved me to my room for the night. It was kind of exciting to be in a wheelchair, being pushed through the hospital, and not being able to see. Once in my room, Marc helped me get comfortable in bed, but I was starting to feel a bit anxious. The thought of not being able to see for several weeks was finally hitting home. Noting my anxiety, Marc said, "Would it be OK if I left you alone for a few minutes? I need to get some things that I know will make you more comfortable." I said I would be fine, Marc kissed me, and I could hear him walking away.

 
I couldn't tell if it had been five minutes or five hours when Marc returned. He helped me sit up in bed and told me to open my mouth. When I did, I felt him slip my facebow to my molar bands, and then my splint snapped into place. He then attached the cervical strap to my facebow; there was a bandage wrapped around my head to secure the pads, applying light pressure to my eyes. Mark then took off my gown. I knew what was coming next, and I was so excited. I sat up straight and tall, then felt my Milwaukee brace being put around my body, the straps tightened, and the neck ring secured in the back. Marc helped me lay back down and adjusted my pillows for comfort. All my stress and anxiety just melted away as I melted into my Milwaukee brace and headgear.

 
Marc stayed with me, helping me to eat dinner, and then he brushed my teeth and helped me use the toilet. Then he got me comfortable in bed for the night and tuned the radio to the classical station so I could fall asleep to music. Finally, with it being well past visiting hours, the nurse finally told Marc to go home and get some rest; he would have a busy day tomorrow getting his blind and braced fiancee home and comfortable.

Gilly’s Journey Ch. 25
By: NapaCaster

 
As I sat waiting for Hailey to pick me up from Marc's office, I explored the devices newly placed in my mouth. I can't see them, and I can't touch them; I can only explore them with my tongue. Running my tongue along the outside of my teeth feels as it has for many months. My bands and brackets, with my archwires and the ligature wire twisted around them, are as before. My splint feels the same; the changes to it must be minor. I bite down on it and feel it give slightly under pressure; for a moment, I almost chew on it, enjoying the feeling of the resistance against my teeth. Nothing hurts or is uncomfortable, but when my tongue is not exploring, I'm having trouble finding a place for it to rest in my mouth. I feel my facebow running between my teeth and cheeks and protruding from between my lips, with my upper lip resting upon it. From the outside, nothing should look much different than before, but the inside of my mouth is another story.

 
My tongue is now darting around behind my upper teeth. I begin my exploration at the front of my mouth. I feel my tongue crib, and it seems to be a little closer to my front teeth than my old one, likely to make room for my expander. I explore the small gap between my tongue crib and upper front teeth. The gap is in fact smaller, and instead of the, for lack of a better word, plastic crosspiece that connected the two sides of my old splint, this one seems to have a very thick wire. Running my tongue along where I think the wire is embedded in my splint along my back teeth, I do feel it, and I also feel where the magnets are located that hold the splint to the magnets on my bands. They are in different places now, and there are little notches for the bars on my expander to pass by. There seems to also be some added bulk around the bands on my back teeth where these bars or rods connect. Following the two bars on each side to the roof of my mouth, I feel a large, rectangular device connecting them all together. It's not a solid device, but rather feels like there are three pieces that run across my mouth. It all feels very strange and extremely arousing. 

 
As I continue to wait for Hailey, I think about how I must look wearing these things. It's probably not much different from how I looked before. However, with the little speaking I have done, I sound much different, and with my splint in, my speech can hardly be understood. Marc knows orthodontics and how they affect speech, and I'm sure that by the time we start filming, my lisp will be perfect—not too much and not too little. As I'm thinking about these things, I sort of drift off into a dreamlike state, feeling extremely aroused. I wish I was home with Marc so we could bring each other great pleasure. I think about being blind, and I feel the casts on my arms and my Milwaukee brace on my body. My entire body becomes extremely sensitive, and I'm hyper-aware of anything touching my body: my high-heeled boots, my headgear, my necklace, and the rings on my fingers and thumbs. Everything is exciting and arousing, and I strain in my casts, longing to feel my own touch down there. Finally, I am broken out of my trance-like state...

 
"Shilly. Shillian! Are oo OK?" In my trance-like state, I didn't recognize the voice at first but quickly realized it was Bailey. I then hear the creaking sound that crutches make and the sound of high heels tapping as someone walks. I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder, and the voice speaks softly to me, "Shilly, are oo ready to go, girl?" I snapped out of it and said, "Oh... Hi Bailey. I thought your sister was going to pick me up."

 
"How did you know it was me? You can't see my glasses or headgear to know who it is." Bailey says in a cheerful voice, bringing me fully back to reality.

 
Smiling and chuckling, I reply, "It's your lisp, Bailey. You call me Shilly, but Hailey can say my name much better than you can."
 

With that, I got to my feet, and Bailey placed her right crutch in my right hand for me to carry, then took my casted left arm in hers and said, "You be my right crutch, and I'll be your eyes. Deal?" I stretched my spine so I could turn toward the sound of her voice, smile, and reply, "Deal!" Bailey guided me, and I supported her as we made our way outside and to her car. I wish I was also wearing my KAFOs, but I have not worn them since my surgery. 

 
Bailey stops. I hear a car door open, and she says, "I'm driving the Bentley today. You have ridden it before; just be careful with your casts and blindness." She takes the crutch I had been carrying, and I feel around as best I can with my arms in casts, then carefully sit down. Bailey hooks up my seat belt since I can't do it myself and then closes the door. She gets in on the other side, and I think she put her crutches in the back seat; one bumped my shoulder. I hear the engine crank over, and we are on our way. Then something dawned on me; the last time I rode in either of the girls' cars, they didn't have hand controls.
 

"You got hand controls installed so you can drive with your KAFOs on?" I inquire.
 

Bailey replies, "Yes, and Hailey did too. Once we decided to wear our KAFOs full-time, we wanted our freedom back. Sometimes whoever was driving would not wear a brace on their right leg. Other times, if we knew we had a secluded place to park, we would put on our braces there. The last straw was riding to work with our husbands. Going to work, the tobacco stench wasn't so bad, but riding home was torture. Our guys are the greatest, but they smoke like steam locomotives. The ride home with them reeking of cigarettes from smoking a few packs was oppressive; we just couldn't stand it anymore. We got all the cars we drive fitted with hand controls, and we are much happier now."

 
When we arrived at the studio, Bailey and I used the same buddy system to make our way to our office. Hailey was so glad to see me and crutched over and gave me a big hug. Bailey had stopped to visit me and had seen my eye patches and casts, but this was the first time for Hailey. Knowing that we all share, let's say, peculiar interests, she wanted to know how much I loved my casts and being sightless. I replied that overall, it has been a thrill and quite pleasurable, but some things have been really hard. I then put my casted hand on Hailey's shoulder, and she led me to my desk on crutches. 

 
We talked for a while, discussing the upcoming season of filming. Since the afternoon of the pre-production meeting is when I get my new glasses and my casts removed, I can't attend, so we went over all the details. Not being able to see a clock, I can only tell time by how my body feels, and I was getting hungry, and I got worried; I can't eat on my own, and worse, I need help on the toilet, too. The girls must have sensed my emotions, and Haley said, "What's wrong, girl?"
 

"I'm hungry and want to eat, and I need to use the toilet... And... I can't do either on my own." I was almost in tears.

 
"Don't worry, we'll take care of you, Gilly." Hailey said.
 

"We're experienced," added Bailey. 
 

"What? What do you mean, girls?" I was feeling less stressed and very curious.
 

"Back in college, we both had surgery for carpal tunnel syndrome over a summer holiday. We had it done in the city where we went to school and had to take care of each other." Bailey explains.

 
Hailey continues the story, "That's right, and in order for us to both be fully recovered by the start of the next semester, I went first and had both wrists done at the same time. Then Bailey had hers done. We were able to take care of each other and be ready for class in the spring."

 
"This was many years ago, and the surgery was different than it is now," Bailey says with a hint of nostalgia in her lispy voice. "We had to wear casts much like yours for six weeks after surgery. They were a bit different, being made with plaster and with our elbows at ninety degrees. Oh, and the casts covered out our thumbs and extended almost to the tips of our fingers; our hands and arms were useless. We have pictures, and we'll show you once you can see again." 
 

In a sultry tone, Hailey adds, "We had to take care of all of each others needs. Every last one of them."

 
With the need to visit the toilet getting rather urgent, I stood up and asked, "So who is going to help me use the toilet?" I then hear two lispy voices say in unison, "I will, Gilly!" I know the layout of our office and that of the building pretty well, so I felt my way around my desk, and then, with my casted arms extended, I walked in the direction of where I thought the door was. As I slowly move along, I hear the clicks of the drop locks on the girls' KAFOs, then the sound of creaking crutches and high-heeled shoes kind of clicking and sliding across the floor. When I find the doorway, I'm only about a foot from one side, which is pretty good for a blind girl walking across a big room for the first time. I walk down the hallway, with the elbow of the cast on my right arm running along the wall. One doorway, two doorways, and now the third—the ladies room.
 

The girls were very ladylike, helping me with my dress, then Hailey wiped me dry, causing me to blush. We returned to our office with my left casted elbow guiding me down the hallway and counting doorways. Hailey ordered lunch to be delivered, and when it arrived, the girls took turns feeding me. They were better at feeding me than Marc is; I guess they have both been on the receiving end and know what it's like to have someone feed them.
 
The rest of the afternoon, we hammered out the final details of B.J.'s college years—the story of an awkward girl coming of age and dealing with all the challenges that come with that. In the end, B.J. will be a very beautiful young woman with perfect teeth and posture, free from her orthodontic and orthopedic appliances, always dressing very fashionably, and with the prospect of a successful career in fashion design. Then tragedy strikes...

 
With the day coming to an end, the girls offer me a ride home. After the excitement I felt waiting at Marc's clinic and the experience of being helped on the toilet, I was longing for one last adventure of the day before spending a romantic evening with Marc, with him satisfying all my needs. I asked if they could just call for a driver from the car service the studio uses. The girls thought it was a bad idea; I shouldn't be out on my own, blind and defenseless. I said that we know and trust all the drivers and that I felt like being on my own for a little while. Reluctantly, Hailey called for a car, and they verbally guided me outside to await my chariot. 

 
Soon the car arrived, and I didn't know the driver, Lilly, but the girls did. They both gave me a hug, and Lilly helped me into the passenger seat and buckled my seat belt. As she helped me, I could feel Lilly run her hand along the cast on my right arm. Lilly then got in, and we were on our way, engaging in casual conversation. At a stop light, I thought I could feel Lilly run her hand gently over the cast on my left arm. I think she is one of those cast lovers I read about online—a cast lover like I'm beginning to be.

 
Lilly said that she and her sister are big fans of mine and asked for an autograph. I held up my arms in their restrictive yet comfortable casts and said with a laugh and a lisp, "My arms and hands are useless right now, Lilly. How about when I get my casts off, I autograph them for you and your sister?" Lilly shrieked with excitement, and I asked her sister's name so I could personalize a greeting. I knew we were getting close to home when I smelled the alfalfa field that was being mowed when Marc and I went to town this morning. We arrived at my house, and Lilly helped me out of the car and guided me to my front door, with her hands lingering on my cast. Marc heard the car and quickly opened the front door. I thanked Lilly, and Marc guided me inside.

 
We had a night together like never before!

Sparky, thanks for this story prompt/idea; and NapaCaster, thanks for running with it. I love the way you describe your characters in such detail, it always paints such a colorful picture.