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Re: Story idea from a dream...
« Reply #30 on: 14. July 2024, 18:28:05 PM »
Gilly’s Journey Ch. 16
By: NapaCaster
 
 
When I got to the main office, the receptionist told me Bailey and Hailey were waiting for me. As I made my way there, I remembered Bailey-B-blue glasses; I don't want to get them mixed up. Their office door was open, but I knocked as I entered, and Hailey asked me to shut the door. The two beautiful ladies sat at their desks, wearing identical suits, shoes, and hairstyles; the only difference was the color of their glasses. I was nervous until I saw the tea service and snacks set up on the table by the window. They warmly greeted me, then both ladies hugged me in turn. Bailey pulled out a chair at the table for me to sit in, and the ladies sat on either side of me. I then noticed that their old photo album was sitting on the table, with several pages marked with slips of paper.
 

We made small talk, with the ladies asking me how I liked working for Bill-Jack Productions. I said it has been wonderful, and I'm looking forward to my continuing work. As I enjoyed tea and a small cake, Hailey, with her hand on her photo album, asked, "Have you ever felt that there is anything, um, strange or unusual about the character you play?" 

 
With a slight hint of concern on my face, I bluntly said, "Actually, yes. Since I first met you two and you showed me this photo album, I have been a bit creeped out. It's like Bill and Jack want my character to look like you two looked in high school and college."

 
Bailey smiled and replied, "It's not Bill and Jack that want you to look that way; it's us. You are Hailey and me."

 
I was shocked, but relieved. I was always on guard around Bill and Jack after I saw those pictures, and I questioned, "I am you?"

 
Hailey then asked, "Yes, Gilly, you are us. We are reliving our youth through your character. Have you ever noticed the name of the writer for every episode—Baihai LeBron?"

 
Now it is all falling into place. Bailey-Hailey-Baihai. Levy-Bronson-LeBron. 
 

"You two are the writers? I can't believe this!" Laughing, I continue, "This is so bizarre."

 
"Yes, Hailey and I are the creators and writers for this production, but that is about to change. We want you to be involved in developing the storyline, too. Oh, Bill and Jack have told us something else about you, too." With those words, the ladies opened their photo albums to pages they hadn't shown me before.
 

With Bailey's final comment, the pictures that were shown to me didn't shock me at all. In these photos, both ladies were wearing Milwaukee braces. Hailey says, "You did so much for us wearing contacts with thick glasses and getting braces and headgear for real; we just felt we couldn't ask you to also wear a back brace. However, since you do wear one in real life, would you object to your character also wearing one?"

 
My heart began to race, and I could feel my face getting hot. Using the best of my acting skills to make my excitement look like uneasiness, I 'reluctantly' agreed. Bailey then told me that my contract would be amended with a fifteen percent increase in pay. Doing quick math in my head, that's damn near an extra quarter million dollars over six seasons. Amazing!

 
Then we talked about my orthodontic braces and how my lisp is diminishing. That is why the twins have been spending so much time around the studio. I said that I had thought of that, and there will be changes to my braces to once again give me the perfect lisp. Bailey was really impressed with my initiative and thanked me for taking my role so seriously. 

 
As I was getting ready to leave, the phone rang, and Hailey answered it. After saying hello, she paused, then said, "I'll tell her," and hung up. Looking at me, Hailey said, "That was Bill. He said it's a wrap for the season; the only thing left is the party next Friday. However, we would like you to come in tomorrow and Friday to help us figure out where the story is going. We never expected the show to be so popular and to get the contract renewed for so many seasons. This whole thing was just a fun project for Bailey and me that our husbands let us do." 

 
With that said, we all hugged, and I was excited to get home to relax in my special way and to think about ideas for the show. This will give me the chance to possibly experience some things that I have been very curious about—things I read about and saw pictures of on those orthodontic and orthopedic message boards I frequently visit.

 
The next morning, I took my time getting ready. The first thing I did was strip off the ugly pink nail polish I wear for my role. I hate it, and I especially hate how Maggie deliberately chips it to make my character look unkempt. I did all my nails in a pretty deep metallic purple, and they looked great. As you know, I have headgear in all sorts of different colors, and I keep them hanging from hooks in the bathroom cabinet. Well, the pink straps for work didn't get hung up there. I put those despised hot pink straps in a box along with my ugly work glasses, and I placed the box in the bottom drawer of my dresser. No more ugly and childish-looking glasses and girly headgear for the next few months. Only my classy and sophisticated-looking glasses and headgear that match my outfits will be worn by me.

 
It kind of wears me down, looking like and, at times, feeling like a dorky, nerdy teenager all day at work and only getting to look nice on the weekends. I guess that is why I have been wearing my leg and back braces so much since I started this job. No matter how I look, I feel good when wearing them.
 

I took a shower, dried my long, blonde hair, and put it up in a bun, as I often do, then put my Milwaukee brace and purple frame glasses back on. Carefully, as always, I insert my facebow into my mouth, firmly seating it in my molar bands. In just the few minutes I'm not wearing it to brush and bathe, I miss it. There is just something about how it feels to have my upper lip rest on the thick, heavy wire protruding from my mouth. I then got my dark purple combination straps—I rarely ever wear just my cervical strap, even though that is all I actually need to wear—and placed them on my head, then connected them to my facebow. Adjsuting the straps to fit perfectly on my neck and around my bun, I feel the gentle pull on my teeth, and it brings an almost erotic pleasure. I do love wearing braces, and I am so pleased that I will be wearing them for many years to come.

 
I went to my closet and pondered my options. Nothing casual for me today; I want to impress Bailey and Hailey. I can't recall if they have ever seen me dressed up nicely before. I chose a dark purple, almsot black pinstripe skirt and jacket, a white blouse, and, for a bit of playfulness, a brighter purple necktie. I got dressed, and because I'm wearing my Milwaukee brace, I can't button the upper buttons on my blouse, and I have to wear my necktie loose; it's quite a sophisticated, high-fashion look. With a pair of very high-heeled booties on my feet, I sat at my vanity to apply a bit of makeup to highlight my imperfections and to conceal my girlish, chubby cheeks to help me look my age. I looked great, and I felt great. No longer must I hide my Milwaukee brace from the world since everyone now knows about it. They just don't necessarily know why or how much I love to wear it or about my KAFOs and crutches.

 
When I arrived at the Bill-Jack Productions office, I exchanged greetings with the receptionist and walked directly into Bailey and Hailey's office; the door was open but the ladies were not there. Since yesterday afternoon, there have been some changes in their office. The table by the window was gone, and a desk was in its place. There was also now a large whiteboard hanging on the wall, and a table with several chairs was in front of it, leaving just enough room to access the board. Taking another glance around the room, I noticed a name plate on the new desk with 'G. Anderton' engraved on it, matching the ones with 'B. Levy' and 'H. Bronson' on the twin's desks. Evidently, now I have a place in the office, not just on stage. I sat down at my desk and spread out some notes I had brought with me. Then the twins walked in, and boy was I shocked!
 

They were both dressed in matching business suits and high heels, similar to my outfit but without the playful necktie. Of course, they had on their trademark glasses that helps you identify them; even their voices sound identical. But the shocking thing was their smiles, which were now adorned with large metal brackets, just like my teeth are, but they had wire ligatures like Sally. From between their lips protruded their facebows, with Bailey's being blue in color and Hailey's being red—I didn't know colored facebows were an option, an option I will be checking out. Their color-coordinated combination straps fit perfectly around their heads, with their long hair in ponytails flowing out from between the straps like where my bun is. When they greeted me, they spoke with lisps. Their braces had to be real since they just had cute little lisps. The fakes that I had with headgear had a lot of bulky plastic inside my mouth that caused a major league lisp. I thought these ladies looked beautiful before, but they simply look amazing now. I'm embarrassed to admit that these two extremely sexy, well-dressed twins with braces and headgear, who are old enough to be my mother, got me extremely aroused. 

 
The girls, that is what I call them, and they don't object, explained that when this project began, they agreed to get braces and headgear again, this time just for the pleasure of it, if the production was a success. With the six-season contract signed, they made arrangements with the same orthodontist I go to and got braces. They even have tongue tamers like I have, but their braces don't move their teeth; they are like Sally's and have the look and feel of being braced and wearing headgear without altering their already perfect and beautiful smiles.

 
Then their attention turned to me, and Bailey said, "It's good to see you in your Milwakee brace; you seem to be quite comfortable wearing it. We tried our old Milwaukee's on, but we have both grown a little around the tummy and lost a little height; they just didn't fit comfortably anymore."

 
Oh, if they only knew how comfortable and at ease I feel right now, or any time I'm braced up. Too bad I can't make up a good reason to wear my leg braces all the time, too. 

 
At that point, we got to work brainstorming. Since the girls never planned for more than one season, they were somewhat short on ideas and only had their memories of their braced high school and college years to work with. We divided up the whiteboard into two sections that represented seasons two and three. Season two will be my character, Billie Jean, or B.J. Greene's (yes, there's a pun there). Who would want a BJ from a braceface like me? (Well, I can think of someone, but he will have to wait; I'm not ready for that yet.) She is in her senior year of high school, and season three will be her first year at college. We tossed around a lot of ideas and took notes, but we didn't write anything on the board yet.

 
We took a break for lunch and went to town to eat; the studio is located on the outskirts of town. We took my car, and the girls rode in the back seat. With the top down, we got a lot of looks from others on the road. How often do you see three grown women wearing braces and headgear, with two of them being twins with their long hair blowing in the wind? I think we left behind a trail of broken hearts and jealous women. 

 
We got a lot of attention as we walked to the cafe to eat. Even though the braces the girls have are not moving their teeth, they were experiencing some tenderness, so it was soup for them today. I loved all the attention we were getting, and the girls did, too. Dressed like this, no one recognizes me, and I know the admiring glances are because of how beautiful I look and not because of my up-and-coming star status. I'm trying to keep my life as private as possible.
 

We returned to the studio and got to work, writing our simple notes on the board. Season two will have B.J. being diagnosed with scoliosis and getting a Milwaukee brace, just as happened with the girls. The antagonist in the story, Gracie Gold, will be getting orhtodontic braces for a jaw condition. The season will end with B.J. and Gracie making amends as they prepare to go off to different colleges, with Gracie encouraging, half-jokingly, B.J. to become a fashion designer. This will be the last of Gracie, as the girl who plays her is leaving acting to pursue a degree in engineering to carry on the family legacy.
 

We then tossed around some ideas for season three, along with some other crazy stuff for subsequent seasons. It was strange how some of my ideas were things that actually happened to the girls, and they showed me their photo albums that proved it. I think this is the best job that I will ever have!

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Re: Story idea from a dream...
« Reply #31 on: 17. July 2024, 05:07:57 AM »
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. 

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Re: Story idea from a dream...
« Reply #32 on: 17. July 2024, 06:16:42 AM »
This is a fun story.  Thank you. I expect that Bailey and Hailey may be getting new orthopedic braces?

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Re: Story idea from a dream...
« Reply #33 on: 17. July 2024, 15:35:16 PM »
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.


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« Reply #34 on: 19. July 2024, 18:54:19 PM »
Gilly’s Journey Ch. 18
By: NapaCaster
 

 Sally caught me on my way out of the orthodontic office and said, "That Marc is quite a catch; you're a lucky girl, Gilly." I laughed, and with my new and very strong lisp from my splint, I replied, "He ish; I uve im sho mush. (He is; I love him so much)." Sally and I hugged, and as we did, she ran her hand down the metal bars that follow the contours of my spine. 

 
After getting my special archwires and splint, I decided to go meet with Bailey and Hailey. They told me to stop by anytime to toss around ideas, and after what I saw at Marc's graduation, I had a hell of a lot of ideas. When I arrived, the girls were in their office looking radiant as ever, especially with their glittering metallic smiles and cute headgear. Of course they had to check out my new accessory, and Hailey said that they had to wear similar devices while they were in their Milwaukee braces. Bailey said that mine was much better than what they wore; I could still speak with mine in my mouth. She then got her photo album, which always seems to contain a surprise, and showed me a picture of them wearing their splints. It looked like they were on a busy college campus, and their mouths were held open by large pink plastic splints. Their smiles were awkward since their splints forced their mouths so far open and their lips couldn't even come close to coming together. With my splint, I can hide it behind my lips, but just barely.

 
Even with my bad lisp, the girls could understand me, and we decided that I would wear a splint on stage in some situations where I don't speak much. However, it will have to be a pink splint since that is the trademark of my character, B.J. Greene. I told the girls about some of the things I had seen at Marc's graduation, showing them some pictures that I had taken. We talked all morning; the girls had no trouble understanding me since my lispy, slurred speech was much like the language they 'invented' while in their splints. We went to town for lunch, and all eyes were on us, just like last time: three beautiful ladies with braces and headgear, and me also in my Milwaukee brace. All I will say for now is that when I left to pick up Marc at work, our whiteboard of ideas was full with the plot worked out for the rest of production. It will be very interesting, and I'll get to experience some things that, at this point, I am dreaming about.

 
When I picked Marc up, he was exhausted. He said that a day in a busy orthodontic clinic is far more taxing than a day at college. However, he was still up for an evening out, and we decided to simply get burgers at the local drive-in and go see a movie. I took the long route to the drive-in, and we stopped at a scenic overlook, removed our headgear, and quite the make-out session ensued.
 
At the drive-in, the carhops in their cute uniforms and on roller skates, along with the music and my classic car, made it feel like we went back in time. This must have been what it was like for our grandparents to go on a date. After we ate, we had to clean our teeth and appliances, then get back into our headgear, with Marc carefully placing my splint in my mouth.

 
As we were driving to the theater, I told Marc that I was for sure going to buy a house. My finances are right, since I have saved all my acting income over the years, living off my accounting work. I can make a large down payment and have my home paid off by the end of my contract. Marc then sheepishly asked if he could move in with me. I smiled my metallic smile and said, "Of course you can, Marc. I was planning to invite you to share my new home; I wouldn't have it any other way." A tear came to Marc's eye, and he just smiled and said nothing. I think that my success and him just starting out in the working world are a bit difficult to cope with. I know Marc wants to be the breadwinner and support me, not the other way around.

 
I dropped Marc off at his house since all his nice clothes for work are there. As I left, I reminded him to go online and look at houses and see if he finds any that he likes. Looking a bit uncomfortable, he said that he would. I told him we would go house hunting on Saturday, and not to forget the post-production party on Friday at the Hotel Marley downtown. We hugged, then playfully kissed with our headgear on, the first time trying such a bold venture. It was an experience—a kiss like none before.

 
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Marc and I had a great time at the post-production party last night. It was sort of like a last day at school before summer break. We'll all be apart for several months, and we'll miss each other. Strong bonds and some strong hatreds form on and around the stage. Luckily, for us, we all get along and work very well together. When everyone found out that by the time we began filming again, I hoped to be a homeowner, many offered to help me get settled in. The set designer told me she would help me choose paint colors; the stagehands said they would help Marc and me move; and the set builders offered to make any necessary repairs. Bill and Jack offered a cargo truck and the resources of the studio's maintenance department to make any repairs. I was overwhelmed by the support and thanked everyone.
 
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With the response I got last night to my plan to buy a home, Marc and I were excited to go house hunting today. Since Marc is fully aware of and supportive of my odd desires, I decided to go out fully braced and on crutches today. I think you know by now that I like wearing dresses and skirts, and when extremely casual, shorts. I only own one pair of jeans, which I wear when I work on my car. Not only am I an accountant and up-and-coming actress, but I'm a crackerjack mechainic, too. So, today it was all my braces and my usual purple headgear with my new splint in my mouth, which I am getting used to, but I still lisp badly when wearing the appliance. With a plain purple dress on, my hair down, and the Mary Janes attached to my KAFOs on my feet, I was ready. Marc looked sharp in his plain blue kilt, dress shirt, chunky sandals, and blue high-pull headgear.

 
Before we left for breakfast, we looked over the real estate ads we had printed out. I told Marc to organize them in order of which he liked best. When we took a look at what we had each chosen, the first five were the same and in the same order. Even though it was me purchasing a house, it made us both feel good that we have the same taste. I have a feeling that eventually we will be sharing this home as husband and wife.

 
We stopped for breakfast, and I got a lot of looks. My petite frame, encased in leather and steel with crutches in both hands, my combination headgear, and my classy glasses always attract attention. I flashed my metallic smile at anyone who looked at me, which I greatly enjoy doing. As I crutched behind the hostess on the way to our table, I overheard some quiet comments by other patrons. They were saying that I looked like that girl on TV, but that she isn't handicapped. Along with bringing me pleasure, my braces and stylish glasses are a bit of a disguise. I have never been identified while wearing them except at Marc's graduation, but I wasn't in my leg braces and on crutches that day. I wonder if that will change after I wear a Milwaukee brace on camera.

 
After breakfast, we made our rounds, looking at houses. The one that was number three on our list was the final one we looked at. In the pictures, it looked rather small, plus the large garage/shop building looked run-down, which is why it wasn't at the top of the list. However, upon seeing the place in person, it was a lot larger than we had thought, and the big garage now had a new roof and freshly poured concrete floor. An inspection report from a local contractor was available, which I didn't trust since it was provided by the seller. Marc said he knew the contractor, and he is an honest and trustworthy man. All the home really needed was a kitchen and bath remodel, along with new flooring. With a loan already approved and these things in mind, I made an offer. Now it is a waiting game.
 

After Marc and I got home, I was so stressed out that I became physically ill. This was the biggest decision I have ever made, and it scared the hell out of me. The earliest I would hear back was Monday, and the wait was grueling. Marc comforted me, and so did wearing all my braces. I even wore those wrist braces that were given to me by that girl at Marc's graduation. Finally, around ten in the evening, and after a few drinks, I settled down. Marc ran to the pizza place that is open late and got us a pie to enjoy. I was finally relaxed enough to try to get some sleep. Marc and I went to bed, and I fell asleep with Marc holding me tight and my body in the confines of my Milwaukee brace, headgear, and wrist braces.

 
The next morning, I was feeling a lot less stressed. If this deal didn't work out, there would be another chance. Marc and I showered together, something that we have grown to love doing. Marc suggested we spend the day out with me all braced up, since that comforts me so much. I got dressed in a rather flirty short dress that was also low-cut in front and back and really showed off my KAFOs and Milwaukee brace. I put on my bright green headgear and returned the wrist braces to my arms. They made using my crutches difficult, so I think I'll just use Marc for support today. With no makeup and my hair in a ponytail, I looked like quite the little tease, and Marc couldn't conceal how much he liked my look.
 

We stopped for breakfast on our way out of town, with me getting the usual attention. I don't know why I'm so shy about being recognized for my role as B.J. Greene, while I enjoy all the attention I get from wearing my leg and back braces and using crutches. I don't know; it's all strange, and I guess I'm a strange girl but Marc loves me anyway.
 

After we ate, we continued on to the neighboring city to visit some art galleries and a park. I loved walking, holding on to Marc's arm for support while all braced up. He never walks too fast or too slow, and I really felt relaxed and content. We had a lot of fun, and Marc loves me clinging to him to support my braced body. Before leaving town, we had an early dinner since we skipped lunch. Once again, I was the center of attention, with all eyes on me, especially as I removed and replaced my splint from my mouth to eat.

 
Just as we were pulling into the parking garage at my apartment, my phone rang. It wasn't a number that I knew, but I answered it anyway, quickly removing my splint so I could speak clearly. It was the real estate agent from yesterday, and she said she had good news for me. The seller is very motivated, and my offer was accepted. She asked me to be at her office at nine tomorrow to begin the paperwork. I was ecstatic, and so was Marc. In only a few weeks, we would have our very own home in the country with ten acres of land, a nice garage for my car, and it would only be a short drive from town. 

 
An evening of celebratory passion ensued...
 

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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.

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Gilly’s Journey Ch. 20
By: NapaCaster

 
I visited my new ophthalmologist, Dr. Hoffman, today. Despite wearing my Milwaukee brace and a very professional-looking outfit, with my age-enhancing makeup and my hair up, she recognized me as B.J. Greene. I like her a lot, and Dr. Hoffman has a very kind and caring way about her. We talked at length about my work and other activities. She then examined my eyes very thoroughly and agreed with the assessment that Dr. Snyder had made about my cataracts. One thing she stressed is that my case is rather complex; she suggested surgery as soon as I could fit it into my filming schedule, and the arrangements would be made at my next visit in six months. One thing she did mention is that I will need glasses for the rest of my life after my surgery. I thought that cataract surgery made it so you didn't need glasses. I'm not worried; I love wearing glasses—the thicker the lenses, the better!
 

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Recently, Marc was on the local TV news. They do a weekly segment, highlighting a local business or professional. Someone had suggested that Marc be featured, and when he went to the studio to be interviewed, he wore one of his formal kilts, being the Scot that he is. The segment was titled 'If your teeth tilt, see the man in the kilt'. It was a great interview, and he has many new clients. The best part was the comment by the newsman after the segment ended. He said, "Oh, and sorry, ladies. Dr. MacGregor is engaged to up-and-coming actress Gillian Anderton." Now everyone knows of our engagement.
 

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Since Marc bought himself a Jeep, I finally get to drive the Cadillac that Gramps gave me. Marc has been using it since we have to drive on the freeway to go to town, and the freeway is no place for his Vespa. To pass the time, I have been going on adventures out of town wearing my leg braces along with all my other accessories. It's a lot of fun being in places I'm not used to, with everyone thinking I'm crippled. Also, no one recognizes me when I'm all braced up, and I like that. I never thought that I would ever be as famous as I am now.
 

I have even gone to the studio office in my leg braces to work with the girls and sign photos to send to fans. Bailey and Hailey were quite curious about why I wear them. They accepted my explanation, and I also confided in them that I wear my Milwaukee brace for the same reasons. With everyone else at the studio thinking I really needed it, they promised to keep my secret. However, they were full of questions and told me stories of their college years in Milwaukee braces while also in full bands and Interlandi headgear. I love seeing the pictures of them in bands; maybe I can get them someday. I do know an orthodontist who would do anything for me.

 
During my visit last week, we set the wheels in motion for me to get ready for the next season. I have to get a new Milwaukee brace made for filming. My current brace is made from parts meant for someone of my size, but we are thinking of getting the one for on stage made with adult-sized parts, so it is very obvious on camera. I also need a pink orthodontic splint to wear on camera and some appliance, likely a tongue crib, to get me lisping again. Marc will take care of all that for me. Oh, the girls thought my wire ligatures looked really good, so I don't have to get pink ones for filming. I love my braces, but I hated wearing pink ligatures all during filming. Damn, I hate pink!

 
******
 

Today is the day I get scanned for my new Milwaukee braces. I'm getting three for personal use and one for on stage. Why three braces, you ask? Well, they will have different colors of leather and finishes on the metal, so they truly become a fashion accessory, along with providing me with emotional support and pleasure. I'm getting everything done in advance of filming, so my brace will be ready in time. Then we will return to the orthotics shop to do filming later. Bailey and Hailey are going with me today, and with the way they have been waxing poetic about their years wearing Milwaukee braces, I'm sure I can talk them into getting new braces themselves.

 
As I got ready this morning, I thought I would inquire about getting some new KAFOs, too, at my expense to match the new back braces the studio is getting me for personal use. I got my feet into the Mary Janes attached to my leg braces, then strapped them to my legs. Then I worked my body into my Milwaukee brace and put on my knee-length light green dress. For a little contrast, I put on my dark green headgear and let my hair down, and I look great, even without make-up. I do think I am starting to age a little bit, and as strange as it sounds to hear a woman say this, I'm happy that I'm starting to look older. I crutched out, got in my Cadillac with hand controls, and headed off to the studio.

 
When I arrived at the studio offices, the girls were dressed very casually in denim shorts and T-shirts. I inquired as to why the casual look; I had never seen them dressed like this. Bailey said that after much deliberation, they decided to get Milwaukee braces for themselves, and they remembered the messy process of getting casts made of their bodies. Remembering getting my brace a few years ago, I said they only do plaster casts for leg braces these days and do a 3D scan for spinal braces. Then I sat down to sign some autographs and return fan mail. Finally, it was time to go, and we all got in my Cadillac. The girls wanted to see how I drove my car with hand controls.

 
Upon arriving at the orthotics shop, we went inside and were greeted by one of the owners, Collene, who is a tiny thing like me. Also, like me, she was braced from head to toe in KAFOs and a Milwaukee brace. She had on very complicated headgear with two facebows, upper and lower. With her long, wavy red hair, green eyes, and all her accessories, she was the picture of orthodontic and orthopedic beauty. Simply put, Collene looked stunning!

 
Collene took us to a meeting room, where we sat down and discussed what would be happening. She had notes from her call with Bailey, and we confirmed everything, including the billing information. Then Hailey said that she and her sister would like to get Milwaukee braces, and a discussion of colors came up. They each wanted one in brown leather, like I currently wear. Also, they wanted one in their trademark colors, blue for Bailey and red for Hailey. We discussed the colors I wanted for my personal braces, which were brown, purple, and black for formal occasions. Collene also noted down how we wanted a Milwaukee brace for me to wear on stage that looks awkward and large, so it shows up very prominently on camera. Like I thought, Collene said they would use the superstructure for an adult brace so it looks large on my small body, but she ensured it would fit well and be comfortable.

 
I then inquired about getting new KAFOs in the same colors as my Milwaukee braces, paid for at my expense. That wasn't a problem, and Hailey said the studio would pay for everything. As we were finishing our discussion, I looked at the girls and said, "Why don't you get leg braces, too? You might enjoy them." They looked at each other and smiled, telling Collene they wanted leg braces to match their back braces. Collene then explained that the KAFOs they make have a special attachment for shoes they get from another shop. Instead of the shoes being part of the brace, they can be removed and swapped. Since our braces are not for a medical need, we can even have some styles of high heels modified to work. All three of us were excited to hear this since we are all very short and love wearing heels.

 
Collene then stood up with the help of her crutches and said, "Even though I'm paralyzed, I have feeling in my legs so I can even wear heeled shoes." We looked down at the cute little booties with four-inch block heel boots that Collene was wearing. I'm a shoe girl, and I'm surprised I didn't notice right away. She said, "Follow me," and led us to a room with a large metal frame, something the girls and I recognized as a traction frame. Collene introduced us to her husband, Billy. He reviewed Collene's notes, and she returned to her office. Billy looked at us and said, "Who's first?" The girls stepped back, and Bailey said, "Gilly is; she's the star!"
 

I knew the routine and took off my dress, braces, and headgear, but left my splint in my mouth; I knew it would make traction more comfortable. I was put in the frame and stretched out, then the 3D scan was made; it took only moments. Then the girls took their turns, and boy do they have sexy, toned little bodies despite their age. After the scans, Billy then made casts of our legs for our leg braces, and we talked while they dried. Bailey asked if Billy could do the old casting method for a back brace, and he said that he could. Hailey expressed that we want to film a few scenes with me being put in a cast, which would be more dramatic than the scanning process. Billy agreed and said it would be fun, especially if he and Collene got to be on TV. After our casts were dry, Billy removed them, and we all went to chat with Collene about filming at their shop. A deal was worked out, and Billy said he would call when our braces were ready in a few weeks. He also reminded us to drop off some new pairs of shoes to be modified for our braces and suggested several brands and styles that he finds the easiest to work with.
 

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The only other thing that needs to be taken care of before the next season of filming is my lisp, or lack thereof. I quickly became used to my tongue tamers, and by the end of last season, I was hardly lisping at all. Since I'll be wearing a Milwaukee brace on set, I also need to get a pink orthodontic splint to wear in some scenes. Remember, B.J. Greene's trademark color is pink; ugh! Marc and I discussed various lisp-inducing appliances and finally decided upon a large tongue crib. Marc has had one for some time, and he still lisps quite a bit, but it has gotten better since we've been together. If I get used to the tongue crib and my lisp goes away, Marc said there are other options we can explore later.

 
I rode to work with Marc today, and I'll be the first patient of the day. I took off my Milwaukee brace and headgear, then removed my splint. He would have to remove two of the bands on my upper teeth to fit my tongue crib, so that meant my upper archwire had to be removed. With the wire ligatures twisted along my archwire, it took Marc a little while to do the job. He then removed the tongue tamers from my front teeth. Finally, he used de-banding pliers and removed the bands from two of my molars. He trial fitted my tongue crib, then made an adjustment to it before once again placing it in my mouth, and he asked me to bite down on the tool to seat it, then cured the cement. My special archwire was replaced, and the tedious process of tying it in place began. Finally, Marc was done, and he removed the retractor and raised the chair.

 
I explored the new device with my tongue, then got up and looked in the mirror. My smile looked a lot like Marc's, with a bit of metal hanging down behind my upper front teeth. I felt quite bulky and large in my mouth, and I said, "Ish sho big, Marsh. Oh, i lishp sho bad ow (It's so big, Marc. Oh, I lisp so bad now)." Marc said that in the weeks between now and filming, I'll get used to it, and my lisp will be perfect—not too much so I can't be easily understood, but yet extremely noticeable. I loved how it felt in my mouth, and Marc said, "Let's fit your new splints, honey. Since you have a tongue crib now, your splints are a little different."

 
They were slightly different, the main thing being that they didn't have the little spikes on them like my old one. I also understood why my tongue crib is spaced so far back behind my teeth; the part of the splint that connects the two sides fits between my tongue crib and front teeth. I tried out the pink one first, and it fit well. Then I put it in a case and snapped the purple one into my mouth. My new splints added to the lisp caused by my tongue crib, but they were comfortable to wear.
 

As Marc was getting me back into my Milwaukee brace, he reassured me that I would get used to the devices and that I would have a perfect lisp for work. Just as I got my dress back on and was getting ready to put my headgear on, Marc removed his; he wanted to kiss and inspect his work. We did, and as it always is when I get a new appliance, the kiss was electrifying. Our passionate kiss was interrupted by a knock on the door, and Mary entered. Seeing us both without our headgear, she knew what we were doing and blushed.

 
We quickly put on our headgear, and as we were walking out to the waiting room, Marc asked if I was still up for going out tonight. I told him I was just as my phone beeped; it was a text from Hailey. She informed me that our orthopedic braces were ready and that she and Bailey were headed to the orthotics shop now. I replied that I was in town, and I'd meet me at the orthotics shop; I'm within crutching distance. I'll get to surprise Marc tonight; he thinks I'm only getting a new Milwaukee brace for filming.

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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.

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Gilly’s Journey Ch. 22

By: NapaCaster

 
I must have fallen asleep in my wheelchair, and I was startled awake by Marc opening the front door. My first instinct was to yawn, but the elastics in my mouth prevented it. Marc walked in, and when he saw me, his jaw dropped, and he held onto a chair to keep his balance, then sat down. He just stared at me without saying a word, and I rolled over to him and smiled, exposing the multiple purple elastics that make opening my mouth pretty much impossible. I bet this is sort of what it feels like to be wired shut. Marc then found his words, which were very shaky and broken: "Wheelchair? Those elastics? That dress? The makeup? Oh, those leg braces and shoes? And the back brace? The black leather? Polished steel?" He was flustered and smiling from ear to ear. Marc liked what he was seeing very much.
 

Marc then fumbled with his headgear and finally removed it, and I removed mine. He leaned in towards me, pulled me out of my wheelchair and into his lap, and we kissed, with him running his tongue all along the elastics immobilizing my jaw. Then he just held me for a few minutes; neither one of us said a word. Speaking with my teeth tightly clenched, I mumbled, "Do you like it, Marc? Do you love your sexy, braced, and wheelchair-bound metal mouth fiancee?" He held me tighter and said, "I love you and all your quirks; everything about you is so sexy and perfect. You have made my life complete and made me explore things and feelings I had never thought about in the past. I love everything about you, Gilly!" I smiled with my mouth banded shut and said, "I love you, and I love how you accept all the unique things that bring me comfort and enjoyment. I never dreamed of finding a man as kind, loving, and accepting as you, Marc. You are a dream come true!" 

 
We cuddled for a few more minutes, then put our headgear back on, and Marc went to get ready for dinner. I rolled behind him to the bedroom, and he asked about my new accessories and what motivated me to band myself shut. I said the wheelchair was just by chance; I spotted it on sale at the medical supply shop. When he went into the closet to get his jacket, he saw all my other braces, was impressed by what he saw, and joked that I have a set of braces for every occasion.
 

Marc then asked about my elastics, and I said I just wanted to have something extra in my mouth, and I never intended them to be this tight. He said that he would teach me how to wear elastics in a way that would not harm my teeth and how to properly band myself tightly shut if I desired. He also commented that when we got home after dinner, he intended to remove the strap that secured my legs together so we could have some fun. I welcomed him to do so.

 
We had a wonderful night out. The highlight was Marc removing my elastics so I could eat. Then, after our meal, I brushed my teeth, and he banded me shut the correct way. Oh, after he banded me shut again, he scooped me up from my wheelchair. I put my arms around his neck; Marc held me tight and carried me to the dance floor, and we swayed to the music. With my legs bound together and just swinging in the air, it felt divine. When we got home, Marc removed the strap securing my legs. He gently lifted me from my wheelchair and sat me on the bed. We undressed, laid on the bed with me in all my new accessories and mouth banded tightly shut, and made love. It was amazing!

 
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In only a few days, we begin filming again, so it's time for our pre-production meeting and dinner. Of course, I dressed very nicely, as I always do when going out, but I didn't wear my leg braces. I keep them under wraps at work, but of course Bailey and Hailey know about them. When I arrived early to autograph pictures and return fan mail, I was surprised to find Bailey and Hailey wearing their leg and back braces with orthodontic splints in their mouths, just like mine. I didn't think they would wear the orthopedic braces at the studio, so I inquired about it. The girls said they have been wearing them all the time, and no one has said a word since everyone knows it is they, not Bill and Jack, who really run this operation. I told them how great they looked, and they both stood up and used their crutches to model for me. Compared to the day they got their braces, they were moving with ease and grace, despite the rather high-heeled boots they were wearing. Their knee-high boots conformed tightly to their calves, with the lower straps of their braces over their boots—a very sexy look that I will have to try.
 
 
Despite not liking to be recognized when out in public, I love sending out pictures and letters to my adoring fans. I get a lot of letters and emails from girls who are experiencing in real life what my character, B.J. Greene, is going through. I'm sure I'll get a lot more mail when I begin wearing a Milwaukee brace on stage. That will reach out to a lot more girls, and I feel that my compassionate letters will help them cope with the difficulties. I'm glad I took psychology as a minor in college.
 

It was time for the meeting, and the girls crutched and I walked to the sound stage. Bill and Jack were outside smoking and arguing as usual, something that I now find comforting; it means all is well. We went inside and, with my bold personality, asked how the girls could stand their husbands constant smoking; they always reek of tobacco. The girls laughed, and Hailey replied, "You know that our houses are right next to each other on our estate, and we have an Olympic-sized pool. Our husbands shower and change in the pool house when they get home, and we don't allow them to smoke at all on the property. I don't know how our housekeeper does it, but she gets the smell out of their clothes."

 
I mingled with my coworkers and once again thanked those who helped me fix up my house and get moved in. Then the girls called us to gather together and went over the plot for the next season, which would focus on B.J. Greene being diagnosed with scoliosis and requiring a Milwaukee brace and an orthodontic splint. The antagonist, Gracie Gold, would be getting orthodontic braces, something the young actress needs in real life. The two girls become friends, with Gracie giving B.J. fashion advice. By the end of the season, B.J. will be going off to college to study fashion design after becoming much more fashionable herself, yet still nerdy and awkward.
 

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Well, you won't believe this, but it has been just over four months since I last wrote anything for you. The filming went great, and we filmed an entire season in just over half the usual time. Everyone once again clicked, and with Bailey and Hailey taking over for Bill and Jack, everything went amazingly quickly. Since Georgina, who plays Gracie Gold, turned eighteen, we all agreed to work ten to twelve-hour days. It all pays the same, so why not get things done quickly and have more time off between seasons? Our contract pays us at the first of the month, no matter if we are filming or are off between seasons.

 
Let me share the highlights, then let you know what is going on with me personally. We used a different set with a doctor's office to film the scenes where B.J. gets diagnosed with scoliosis. Then later on, we filmed on location at Rogers and Jameson Orthotics and Prosthetics for the scenes where B.J. gets placed in traction and gets a cast made of her body. I'll autograph my cast and auction it off after the scene airs, then donate the money to Billy and Collene for their charity; they provide the best orthotics and prosthetics to those in need who would otherwise go without the best available appliances. I know the bidding will be intense for this rather unique piece of television memorabilia.
 

The only difficulty of the season actually involved my Milwaukee brace. When we started filming, I was simply too comfortable wearing it. My movements were too fluid, and I was not at all awkward or uncomfortable wearing it simply because I'm so used to wearing a back brace. Bailey and Hailey recalled that when they were first fitted with Milwaukee braces in high school, everything was difficult for them, and they were always fighting the restrictions their braces provided. That was how it was for me when I first wore a Milwaukee brace in a previous role. But now, I have lived in a brace like off and on since I played that original role, and for the last almost year, I have worn one twenty-three hours a day.

 
One of the prop guys had a simple solution. He recalled a job he was doing where there was a man who had to wear a cast on his leg. Evidently, this guy kept putting weight on his leg, despite his character having a badly broken leg that could not bear weight. He slid a strip of the hook side of some industrial Velcro into the cast, with the rough side toward the sole of the actor's foot, which made putting any pressure on his foot very uncomfortable. We put a couple of small pieces of white Velcro on the throat mold and occipital pads of my brace. They were a constant reminder that I was in the brace, and they made me constantly squirm and fidget in my brace. Despite giving me a little rash, it worked well for the few weeks that I needed to look extremely uncomfortable in my brace.

 
The ugly pink orthodontic splint I got for filming plays a prominent role, too. It made B.J.'s social life even more awkward and provided something else to make fun of. She was often caught off guard while wearing it, and she had to remove it to speak clearly. It was a constant source of embarrassment, and all her teachers knew she was supposed to wear it. She would get scolded if she wasn't wearing her splint, and B.J. would often have to place it in her mouth in front of others, which was very embarrassing. I really played up my lisp while wearing it, and it also looked great on camera.
 
 
We also went on location to film me getting fitted with my Milwaukee brace, too. For my splint, we filmed two scenes at Robbins Orthodontics, with Marc scanning my teeth, then me returning for my splint to be fitted. Marc will get a real thrill when he gets to see himself on TV. About two-thirds of the way through the season, Gracie Gold visits the orthodontist and gets braces. The girl who plays Gracie, Georgina, actually has a bit of an under bite and some crowding, which did show prominently on camera. Since Georgina really needed braces, she decided to begin real-life treatment and let it be filmed for the show. Marc was once again called in to assist, and I think that Georgina is the only actress to ever get actual orthodontic treatment filmed for a role. She got a mouthful of metal braces, palatal expanders, a tongue crib, and reverse-pull headgear.

 
Since her braces were for real, when she heard herself speak and then looked in the mirror while wearing her reverse-pull headgear, she became very emotional and began to cry. Despite not being in the scene, I couldn't help but go and give her a hug. Over the next few weeks, Georgina became very emotional on set during scenes where her orthodontics, especially her reverse-pull headgear, were front and center, and it was all on camera. Bailey and Hailey offered to re-shoot these scenes, but Georgina refused. She insisted that these real-life emotional outbursts be used. The season ended with Gracie and B.J. becoming very close friends, just as Georgina and I did in real life. This is the last season with Georgina, as she is quitting acting and going to college to pursue a degree in mechanical engineering. College with a mouthful of metal and reverse pull headgear will be difficult for her, but Georgina said she will think of B.J. when she feels down and that I'm only a phone call away.
 

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Now to fill you in on some things in my life: First, Marc and I are doing great. We never argue or fight; it seems that we see everything in the same light. I am very happy that I can wear my Milwaukee brace all the time, and I only take it off to bathe, switch braces, or exercise. I wear my leg braces most of the time when I'm not at work, and I'm known as a crippled girl at most places in town now. Since the first few episodes of this last season are beginning to air, when I go out in just my Milwaukee brace without my KAFOs, I often get recognized. However, when also wearing my leg braces and rolling in my wheelchair, all I get is pity.

 
One other little thing is my lisp. I have gotten used to my tongue crib like Marc has his, and we hardly lisp anymore. Marc says he will fix this for me before we begin filming again in a few months; we are taking a bit of a break, so new sets can be built; B.J. is trading her bedroom for a dorm room. But first, I must deal with my eyes. My vision has gotten much worse in only a few months. In fact, I'm not comfortable driving at night anymore. Hopefully, I can have my eye surgery and recover in the time I have off.

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« Reply #39 on: 02. August 2024, 03:26:07 AM »
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.
 

 ******
 
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.

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Gilly’s Journey Ch. 24

By: NapaCaster

 
When I awoke this morning, I panicked a bit; I couldn't see, and my eyes felt like they were full of sand. Then I remembered my situation and tried to reach up to feel the bandages on my eyes to confirm what was going through my mind. However, I couldn't move my arms very far, and I felt cuffs around my wrists restraining them. I really started to panic and began to fight my restraints, but then I heard footsteps and Marc's lispy voice: "Gilly! It's OK, dear. The nurse just told me what happened. Calm down." I then felt Marc's fingers stroking my cheek. As the nurse began to remove the restraints from my wrists, Marc explained to me that during the night, I tried to pull the bandages off of my eyes and that I had to be restrained so I didn't injure myself. I didn't remember doing it, but I was still kind of dopey from the anesthesia and pain medication. 
 

Marc and I talked for a while, and he said that everything was ready for me at home. Then Dr. Hoffman came in and talked to Marc and me about what happened during the night. She said I was lucky I had the bulky dressing on my eyes; otherwise, I might have badly injured myself, possibly causing blindness. Then I heard the shades being drawn, the door shut, and the light switch click. Dr. Hoffman said she was going to remove my bandages and the tape from my eyelids and to keep them shut; she would open my eyelids to examine my eyes. It felt good to have the bulky bandage off of my head, and it hurt a bit as the tape was removed from my eyelids.

 
Then the doctor opened my right eye and used a small light to examine things. The light was painfully bright, but later Marc told me it was just an LED keychain light. My left eye was then examined, and Dr. Hoffman said everything looked good. She then asked Marc to watch how to apply my medicated eyepatches. She placed one on my right eye, then had Marc put the other on my left eye. With my eyes patched, Dr. Hoffman told me I could open them and blink to spread the medicated gel around my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I still saw only darkness, but I could feel the soothing gel flowing into my eyes. It felt really good, and the grittiness and pain began to go away. Dr. Hoffman said she would like to see me in two days and that after the nurse brought my eye patches and shields, I was free to go home. Once again, she stressed the importance of not rubbing my eyes or even touching my eye patches. Only Marc was to touch them, and that was only to change every twelve hours.

 
About an hour later, the nurse brought in a bag of supplies and explained to Marc everything that he had to do for me. She then showed him how to apply the shields over my eye patches, saying how important they are for protecting my eyes while I sleep. Marc helped me get dressed while the nurse went to get a wheelchair. Once she returned, Marc helped me get into the wheelchair, and I commented that it was not as comfortable as my wheelchair. Marc later told me the nurse got a really funny look on her face when I said that. We all rode down to the lobby in the elevator, and Marc went to bring the car around to the loading zone. I got loaded up and was on my way home, stopping at a drive-thru to pick up breakfast.

 
******
 

I had my two-day checkup with Dr. Hoffman last week, and everything looks good. I just had my one-week follow-up today, and she said things still looked good. However, she would like to have me keep my eyes patched for a total of three weeks, and I have an appointment in a week for another check-up. I'm doing great coping with my temporary blindness, but Marc is a complete wreck. He has been by my side every second since he brought me home, never leaving me alone unless I have a friend visiting. This allows him to go to work, which he finds relaxing; Marc really loves his work.
 

Since he is so worried about me damaging my eyes while I sleep, Marc hardly gets any sleep himself and never relaxes. He has good reason to worry; every night so far, he has caught me trying to remove my shields and patches, which I have no memory of doing when I awaken in the morning. I encouraged Marc to go bowling the other night just to get out of the house and relax with friends since Sally and I would be spending the evening together as we always do on Fridays. While Sally and I were having dinner, she said she was worried about Marc. On several occasions, she has found him asleep in one of the dental chairs at work, and I'm really worried about him.

 
******
 

Well, two nights ago, it happened; I managed to pull off the shields and patches on my eyes in my sleep. Marc was so exhausted that he fell so deeply asleep that he didn't notice me moving around in bed. Normally, because I'm in my Milwaukee brace, I’m rather still while I sleep, and he can tell if my arms are thrashing about. However, he didn't wake up to stop me, and I managed to expose my eyes and rub them. I woke up screaming in pain, and when Marc turned the light on, my eyes hurt even more. He quickly put fresh eye patches on me, and the cool gel took the edge off, but my eyes still hurt really bad. He got me dressed and took me to the emergency room.

 
Upon arriving at the hospital, I got very lucky. Dr. Hoffman had been called in for a trauma case and was just getting ready to go home. Immediately, she saw that I was in extreme distress and asked what happened. Marc quickly explained everything as I was taken to an exam room. Dr. Hoffman examined my eyes and said that there was no permanent damage but that it was a major setback in my recovery as she placed fresh patches and shields over my eyes.
 

Marc's voice cracked as he explained that every night, in my sleep, I try to remove my shields and patches. I told the doctor how bad I felt about the entire situation and if there was anything that could help. Dr. Hoffman said that we should have told her about this right away, and there is a simple but rather inconvenient solution. I said I would do anything to ensure my eyes healed properly, and that would allow Marc to not worry about me and get some sleep. Dr. Hoffman asked Marc to take me to the orthopedics department and to bring me to her office in two days to check my eyes. We thanked Dr. Hoffman, and Marc guided me to the orthopedics department. I wonder what orthopedics has to do with my eyes.

 
When we arrived at the orthopedics department, I was greeted by name, and the voice sounded somewhat familiar, but I couldn't place it. I said, "I'm sorry, but do I know you? You sound familiar." The soft, sweet voice replied, "I'm Jenny. You autographed my diploma at graduation. I was the girl in a halo brace with my jaw wired shut." Now I clearly remembered her; she was the first person to ever ask me for an autograph. I asked how she was doing, and she said she loved wearing her halo brace and being wired shut. Jenny explained that she now has orthodontic braces and headgear much like mine and that her boyfriend thinks they're sexy.

 
Marc remained quiet as we spoke. He's so shaken by what has happened, but I felt better; my eyes no longer burned. Jenny explained that Dr. Hoffman prescribed long arm casts for both my arms to prevent me from touching my face. I was a bit shocked, yet excited. I have always wanted to wear a cast, and now I get to wear two at the same time. However, I could hear Marc softly weeping as he held my hand, I told him it would be OK and gave him a hug.
 

Jenny asked me what color casts I wanted, and I said anything but pink. Jenny explained what she was doing as she worked, applying the stockinette to my arm, then wrapping it in padding before applying the fiberglass, which she said was black. The feeling of getting my arm encased in a cast totally took my mind off my gritty, painful eyes. The first cast was getting warm as Jenny started on my second cast, and I could feel it getting warm, too. Finally, my casts were done and fully hard, with my arms positioned with my elbows bent at around 45 degrees. There's no way I can touch my face or rub my eyes now.

 
With my casts complete, Marc hugged me as he sobbed. Jenny left us alone, and Marc told me how it broke his heart watching both my arms being placed in casts and insisted that it was all his fault. I told him it was not his fault; it was no one's fault, as I wrapped my casted arms around his body. We were both in our headgear, so we carefully kissed and held each other tight. With Marc feeling a bit better, I told him my casts are really comfortable and my eyes are feeling better, too. He then guided me out of the cast room, and we said goodbye to Jenny. As we were leaving, Jenny said, "Oh, when Dr. Hoffman says you can get your casts removed, come in on a weeknight; that is when I work. You will be able to see my braces and headgear then, Gilly. Dr. Hoffman usually keeps people in their casts until they don't need eye shields at night, so you will have had your sight back for a few weeks by the time your casts can come off."
 

******
 

I have been in my casts for several weeks now, and I must admit that I quite enjoy them and have adapted to them well. Marc even thinks they are very sexy and loves it when I hug him with my hard, rigid arms; it really turns him on. I'm now used to having someone feed me my meals and, when going out with friends, getting help using the toilet. At home, the toilet is no problem; I go without panties and always wear a dress or skirt that I can pull up easily, plus I can reach the control for the bidet despite my casts. I'm pretty independent at home, and now Marc leaves me alone for many hours at a time. Marc and I are back to making love on a regular basis, something we held back on for a while after my surgery. Being blind and with my arms in casts sure has enhanced the excitement compared to just my braces, headgear, and Milwaukee brace. 
 
 
Despite my setback delaying the healing of my eyes, everything is fine; there are no complications. Marc now sleeps well since he doesn't have to worry about me, and I only have another two weeks with my eye patches, then the shield at night for another three, so five more weeks in my casts. Things are getting pretty tight when it comes to the timeline before we start filming again. I need to get my palatal expander so I can get used to it and have a proper lisp for filming. I also need to get my temporary glasses and get used to seeing again. Finally, on Friday, before filming begins, I get my eyes tested and all the new lenses for my glasses made while I wait. Then, that evening, I will be able to get my casts removed, and I'll no longer need to wear eye shields at night anymore; my eye journey will be over. I thought it would be a thrill to get my palatal expander while I'm still in my casts and blinded by my eye patches, and that will happen tomorrow.


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Marc drove me to work with him this morning, and I quite enjoy riding in the car without my eyesight. When we got to the clinic, Marc led me inside, holding my casted arm. He loves touching my casts and thumping his knuckles on them, making my casts vibrate; it kind of tickles, and it's very arousing. Sally greeted me when we walked in the door, and we chatted for a few minutes while Marc went to put on his coat and go over the day's schedule. Sally then led me to a procedure room, helped me out of my dress, got me out of my Milwaukee brace, and put my dress back on me. She guided me to the chair and helped me get comfortable. Good thing I'm tiny since she had to pick me up to get me in position; I couldn't move around very well with my arms in casts.

 
Marc soon entered the room, ready to get to work in my mouth. Sally had already removed my headgear and splint, so Marc reclined the chair, and Sally put the suction device in my mouth. My special retaining archwire was removed from my upper teeth, which took some time because of my complicated wire ligatures. Marc then used de-banding pliers to remove my tongue crib and several other bands on my molars. Since I can't see and my hands are kind of useless with these casts, I couldn't see or really feel the device that Marc was preparing to place in my mouth, but he did let me touch it; it felt big and bulky, and I wondered if it would even fit in my mouth.

 
I soon found out that it actually fit quite well in my mouth, but I couldn't explore it with my tongue being held back by the suction device. Marc got my archwire securely wired in place, then Sally removed the suction device and raised my chair. I could finally explore what was in my mouth, and I felt the new tongue crib and a lot of metal along the roof of my mouth. When I spoke, I had a very strong lisp that was hard to understand. Marc then placed the new splint in my mouth, and Sally said she would see me Friday evening for dinner.
 

Marc then proceeded to kiss me, and I wrapped my casted arms tight around him, knowing full well how much that excited him. Then he placed my facebow in my mouth and attached the straps. Finally, he helped me stand up and got me back into my Milwaukee brace. After a final hug, he called Hailey to come pick me up. I'm spending the day at the studio with the girls.

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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!

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Gilly’s Journey, Chapter 26

By: NapaCaster
 

Today is the big day! After well over a month of being sightless, I get my vision back later today. All that I have seen during the last few weeks is complete darkness. We had a telephone consultation with Dr. Hoffman a few days ago, and she told me what to expect and said that my eyes would be very sensitive to light. She said that Marc and I can spend as much time as I need in the light acclimation room at the hospital. It's a room where the lights can be brought up very slowly to get used to the light. I wanted to look good today, not for anyone except for myself. I have not seen myself in many weeks, nor have I seen the casts on my arms. I let Marc choose one of my nicest outfits, and he got me dressed and tied up my hair. 
 

On the way to the hospital, I was both happy and sad about seeing once again. I have loved being blind and overcoming the many challenges that I have faced, especially while wearing these casts. On the other hand, I want to see the new appliances in my mouth and my casts. As I sat in the car, I wondered what I looked like and hoped that my vision would be perfect.
 

At the hospital, Dr. Hoffman removed my eye patches in a dark room and asked me to open my eyes. I had not had my eyes open without my eye patches with their soothing gel on the inside. The air stung my eyes immediately, making them feel dry and gritty. It shocked me since my eyes have been free from any discomfort for many weeks now. The room was very dark, with only a dim light on behind me. My vision was very blurry, as was to be expected when there are no lenses in one's eyes; I could only see fuzzy shadows. Dr. Hoffman then placed a pair of glasses on me, which felt like they were wrapped around my face with shields on each side, and everything became much clearer. Things were still fuzzy, but I could recognize Marc and Dr. Hoffman. 
 

Dr. Hoffman explained that these glasses are only temporary until my eyes acclimate to light and the muscles that used to control my lenses relax. She said that for a few weeks, my eyes might hurt, and that is from them trying to focus lenses that don't exist anymore. She went on to explain that if I was having extreme discomfort, I should use my medicated eye patches to let my eyes rest, and to always cover both eyes. Dr. Hoffman said that my eyes are still a bit delicate and that I need to wear the shields to bed and remain in my casts for two more weeks. By then, my eyes will be completely healed, and I can get new lenses for all my glasses too.
 

I was then given an eye test, and I realized that my vision was not as good as I thought it was, and I became a bit emotional; my vision wasn't good enough to drive a car. Dr. Hoffman comforted and reassured me that these glasses were made to an estimated prescription, and once my eyes become used to seeing again and I get my new glasses, my vision will be better than it has been in years. The doctor then clipped some dark lenses onto my glasses and told me to wear them in bright light. The lights in the room were brought up, we thanked the doctor, and Marc and I went home.
 

On the way home, I examined my casts. As I already knew, they were black in color and covered my arms completely. Since I have been doing so little with my hands, I thought my casts would look very clean, but they did not. The exposed stockinette where my thumb and fingers extend from my casts was very dirty and even torn in places. The fiberglass covering the palms of my hands was dirty and worn smooth, except for some strands of loose fiberglass. Otherwise, my casts were in perfect condition, free from any signatures or drawings. Seeing my small arms and hands in these massive casts kind of got me excited, and despite the inconvenience they cause, I loathe the day they will be removed.
 

Once home, Marc helped me out of the car, and we went inside. Since it was early evening, it was not too bright in the house, and I had Marc remove the dark lenses from my glasses. I went to the bathroom to see what my glasses looked like and to see my new orthodontic appliances. Well, these glasses look really dorky, like some sort of safety glasses for the workshop or something a nerdy girl like B.J. Greene would wear. They wrapped around the sides of my face to protect my eyes, which is understandable. The lenses are extremely thick and make my eyes look very small. I guess I can live with these monstrosities for a couple of weeks.
 

Then, I tilted my head back as far as I could in my Milwaukee brace and opened my mouth wide. What I saw was exactly what I described as I explored my appliances with my tongue when I first got them. Seeing all that metal in my mouth was really exciting, and I understand why Marc has been wanting to kiss quite a bit more lately. I can't believe all that stuff doesn't make my lisp worse than it does-there is a lot of stuff in my mouth now. As I looked at my appliances and glasses, I flexed the muscles in my casted arms and became very aroused. I called out for Marc, who was fixing dinner, and I said I needed him... Now!
 

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I have quite enjoyed these last two weeks since getting my vision back. I had to wear the medicated eye patches a few times during the first week, and I wore them at night with my shields. I haven't needed them during the day for the last week, and I have taken full advantage. Marc gets me dressed very nicely every morning, and he is quite good at doing my makeup for me. He has a thing for braided hair and loves braiding my hair for me. Every day this week, I have been calling for a car and venturing out on my own. I have met friends for lunch, with them feeding me, or simply come by the clinic to have lunch with Marc and Sally. I've gone to the mall on my own and also taken quite a few walks. I wanted to enjoy my last days wearing my wonderful casts.
 

But by this evening, my casts will be gone, and I should have perfect vision. I got a ride to Marc's clinic, where Sally undertook the tedious job of removing my arch wires with their complicated wire ligatures. She cleaned and polished my teeth and then replaced my archwires and ligatures. Sally did an excellent job, and my teeth will look great on camera on Monday. Oh, my lisp is perfect, too; I sound great! 
 

At three, Marc and I went to Dr. Hoffman's office for my final post-surgical examination, and I had all my pairs of glasses with me. She was pleased despite the setback of me slightly injuring my eyes in my sleep that one night. She said I no longer needed to wear the shields to bed, but if I was worried about my eyes, I could continue to wear them for as long as I felt necessary, but without the medicated eye patches. She also said that if my eyes ever got badly inflamed from allergies or dry weather, I could wear the medicated eyepatches, and there would be a standing prescription for them at the pharmacy.
 

Dr. Hofmann then gave me a rather complex eye test that not only checked my distance vision but also my up-close vision. The doctor sent my prescription to the lab, along with the make and style number of all my eyeglass frames. She told us to drop the frames off at the lab and that it would take several hours to make my lenses; they are quite complicated to grind. I was asked to return once my glasses had their new lenses in place for a final eye test. We thanked the doctor and went to drop off my glasses, and then we took a walk around campus to kill time.
 

As we walked, Marc kept touching my casts and running his hands along them, and I said, "You're going to miss them, aren't you, Marc? I will too. I have enjoyed wearing my casts; they are so comforting."
 

With a loving smile, Marc replied, "Despite hating to see you struggle like you do wearing them, yes, I am going to miss them. You look so cute wearing them, and there is a little part of me that, I have to admit, loves watching your difficulties; I have a love-hate relationship with your cast. They are really sexy and have definitely spiced up our love life."
 

"Despite the difficulties, I have grown to love them, and once I saw myself in my casts, I didn't want them removed. You saw those websites that I sometimes look at; maybe we can learn how to apply and remove casts ourselves. Let's talk to Jenny later, when I get my casts off."
 

Marc turned red at the suggestion that we apply our own casts, and I imagined him all casted up for a weekend away. I'm sure he was thinking the same things about me, too. 
 

We then wandered back to the optical lab, and my glasses were ready. I put on my purple ones so they matched my Milwaukee brace, and boy was my vision clear! With the multi-focal lenses, they will take some getting used to, and I was amazed by how bright and clear everything looked—no off colors or cloudiness. 
 

Arriving back at Dr. Hoffman's office, she took me in right away and tested my eyes again. She was extremely satisfied with my outcome, saying it was much better than average. I was given some tips on how to get used to my multi-focal lenses and was told if I wanted glasses for a specific purpose, I could get them made. I asked for a pair of tilt-down makeup glasses since doing my makeup is so important to me, and without my glasses, all I see is shapes. She entered the details on the computer and said they were a special order and would be shipped to me. She then turned back to the computer, clicked some boxes, and said, "Head on down to orthopedics and get hose casts removed, Gilly. I'm sure you are excited to get your arms back." I just nodded as best I could in my Milwaukee brace, trying to make it look like I had not enjoyed my casts.
 

Upon checking in at the orthopedics department, Jenny soon came out to get me. Upon seeing Jenny, my eyes didn't know where to look; there was so much to take in, and my eyes darted between her legs and her face. I had not seen Jenny since she got her braces; I was blind when she told me about them. She also didn't have an extremely bad lisp then either. Her braces were exactly like mine, with the extra bands that were extremely noticeable. Her headgear was very noticeable, too, being a bright neon green that matched her ligatures, fingernails, and the casts on both her legs.
 

Looking at her cute bright green leg casts, they had black stockinette, and her toenails were also a matching green. Strapped to her casted feet were black cast sandals that sharply contrasted with her bright green casts, as did her black scrubs, which were marked with spots of white plaster. I asked about her casts and her lisp—the things that were new since I last 'saw' her, but I'm not sure if she was wearing casts then or not. 
 

Jenny took us to the cast room, and I asked about her casts. She said that she rolled her right ankle while jogging two weeks ago and badly tore some ligaments. After the swelling went down, she was put in a cast, the first of likely two she will wear over the next twelve weeks. I asked why her other leg was also in a cast, and she lispfully replied, "I have this odd thing about symmetry; left and right must match. See my rings; they are the same on both my right and left thumbs and my middle fingers. After a day of wearing just one cast, it was driving me nuts; it just felt so wrong. I came in and told my boss—she knows about my odd compulsion—and she said it was OK if I got a second cast to balance things out. So here I am, with two cute casts!"
 

Marc then asked Jenny what was going on with her orthodontic work, and she said that finally her molars had moved enough to allow her palatal expander and tongue crib to be fitted, and she just got them yesterday. I asked about the extra bands, like I wear to make my braces more noticeable on camera, and Jenny replied, "Oh, I asked for the 'Gillian Anderton' look. My orthodontist said it is quite popular with young ladies that need braces—we all want to look like you, and it makes patients feel much more positive about their treatment when they look like a TV star."
 

Jenny quickly cut me free of my casts, and my arms were a mess. As Jenny washed the dead skin from my arms, she commented on how toned my arms were; they hadn't wasted away at all. I said that I exercised my arms by straining against my casts, and Jenny said that she does the same when wearing casts for fun. I then said, "Speaking of wearing casts for fun, could you teach Marc and I how to safely apply and remove casts ourselves?" Marc turned red, and Jenny smiled her metallic smile and lispfully said, "Sure, any time. It will be fun to hang out with a star like you!" She wrote her cell phone number on the back of her card and wished me well. I thanked Jenny with a hug, and Marc and I were on our way with me carrying my casts instead of wearing them.
 

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Re: Story idea from a dream...
« Reply #43 on: 11. August 2024, 21:47:04 PM »
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.

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Re: Story idea from a dream...
« Reply #44 on: 12. August 2024, 01:01:30 AM »
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.

Thanks! It's always difficult to decide how much detail to give. Too little and you don't get to know the character, too much it gets boring.

It's been fun to work with Sparky's idea, too. I hope for more suggestions from him and others on story ideas.