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« Reply #45 on: 15. August 2024, 01:16:54 AM »
Gilly’s Journey Ch. 27

By: NapaCaster

 
On the way home from getting my new glasses and my casts removed, I got to thinking about what I wanted to do this weekend. Filming starts again on Monday, and then I'll be quite busy; we plan to continue doing long days like last season. However, the first thing I wanted to do was take a nice, long shower. With my arms in casts and my eyes needing protection, I have only taken baths for almost two months. 

 
While I took a shower, Marc fixed dinner. As good as it felt to be free of my casts, I missed them. My wrists and elbows were pretty stiff, and I noticed that when I let my arms relax, they hung in the same position as my casts held them. After my shower, I dried off, put my hair up, and placed my facebow in my mouth, strapping it in with black straps.
 

Something that I haven't done since before my surgery is to wear my KAFOs. At first, I was too distracted by being blind to really think about them. Then, I had to get the casts on my arms, which meant I couldn't use crutches or my wheelchair. Marc couldn't even push me in my wheelchair; it doesn't have handles. I guess it is for a very independent, handicapped person. Now I could satisfy my longing to wear my KAFOs again.
 

I got all braced up from head to toe in my simple brown braces and put on my robe. My arms are a bit stiff and weak, so I decided to use my wheelchair instead of crutches, which was sitting in the corner covered in dust; Marc isn't the best housekeeper. I sat in my chair and put the strap in place that holds my legs together. I love how it feels to have my legs bound like this, especially when going out. Carefully, I tested the strength in my arms and slowly wheeled to the kitchen to help Marc finish dinner.

 
After a romantic dinner, Marc and I cuddled, and that is when things started to get hot. He loves it when I'm in my leg braces; they really get him going! I'll just say that things started to get out of hand, and we had an extremely pleasant night.

 
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When I awoke this morning, everything was a blur, literally. The events of last night were clear as day, but my vision was not. This was my first morning waking up since my surgery without patches and shields over my eyes. I was lying on the living room floor, naked except for my KAFOs and their attached shoes and my Milwaukee brace; my glasses and headgear were nowhere to be found. I recalled our passionate evening last night, and I could sense Marc lying next to me. He was just a shadowy outline on the floor; my vision was a complete blur without my glasses. I reached over and touched his chest and gently said, "Marc... Wake up, Marc." 

 
Marc began to stir, and I said, "My glasses, where are my glasses? I can't see. Oh, and where is my headgear? I feel naked without it." 
 

Marc turned to me, and seeing me in nothing but my KAFOs and Milwaukee brace, he chuckled and said, "Well, you look naked, too, Gilly. Don't worry, your headgear and glasses are safe." He then put his arms around me, and we kissed; Marc was without his headgear, too.

 
After we kissed and cuddled, Marc stood up and helped me to my feet, putting my robe over my shoulder and tying the belt in front. He then placed my facebow in my mouth and put the straps around my head before putting my glasses on me. My perfect vision returned, and I watched Marc put on his robe, then his headgear. He then took my arm and walked me to my wheelchair, and I sat down. 

 
"Let's go make coffee and breakfast; I'm famished," I suggest to Marc.
 

"Sounds good, Gilly." Marc replied, and I rolled behind him to the kitchen.
 

While enjoying our breakfast, Marc asked me what we should do today. I told him that I wanted to practice driving and maybe go grocery shopping. I also told him how much I missed my independence while blind and in my casts. He suggested that I try the roads on our property first, then the country roads where we live. 
 

We cleaned our braces and appliances and took a shower together, something that we love to do. I got back into all my braces—my brown ones—with a pair of very high wedge sandals attached to them. Since we were just hanging out together and maybe going grocery shopping, I wore a rather short dress and, to liven things up a bit, my bright green headgear like Jenny was wearing last night. I sat in my wheelchair and strapped my legs tightly together—a necessity with a dress this short. Marc wore one of his utility kilts, sandals, and a T-shirt from his college. We went outside, and I waited while Marc went to get the car.
 

When I heard him start the car, I knew it was my Dodge Dart; the song of the Highland Park Hummingbird is unmistakable. But why that car? It doesn't have hand controls, and I'm in my KAFOs? When Marc pulled up and got out, I could see that, in fact, my car now had hand controls. I asked Marc about them, and he said he got them installed while I was blind, and there were no permanent alterations made to my all-original car. I rolled over to my car, unstrapped my legs, and Marc helped me transfer to the driver's seat. I then folded my wheelchair and placed it in the back seat. Marc closed the door, then walked to the passenger side and got in. I held the control lever to apply the brakes, released the parking brace, pressed the 'D' button, and we were off. 
 

I had no problems driving, but Marc made me prove that my perception of distance was good. He asked me to stop at specific points, and I was always on the mark. With Marc confident in my ability, I suggested that we get our grocery shopping done. I took the long way into town, which takes about thirty minutes. It felt so good to be driving with the wind blowing my long hair—it was a beautiful day for a drive in a convertible. 

 
When we go to the grocery store, it really means going to three stores: Trader Joes, Whole Foods, and Safeway. At each stop we made, Marc would get out first, come around to my side, and open the door. He would then get my wheelchair out and unfold it, ensuring everything was secure and setting the brake. Then he would help me transfer, and being an actress, I can be quite convincing that my legs don't work. Once in my chair, I would adjust my chair and strap my legs tightly together so as to protect my modesty. We would then go inside to shop, with Marc pushing the cart and me telling him what to get. It was a lot of fun, and I love making a big deal out of transferring in and out of my car. Of course, we got a lot of looks with Marc's unique style of dress and his headgear. Then there was me, in my purple wheelchair, braced from head to toe with a mouthful of metal, neon green headgear, and extremely thick glasses. We both had a ball!

 
On Sunday, we both got dressed up really nice for a romantic dinner out. I went with an all-black ensemble, which made the polished steel of my Milwaukee and KAFOs, along with my metallic smile and headgear, really pop. I enjoy being that sexy, crippled girl in a wheelchair and overhearing the comments made by people as I roll by. Best of all, no one recognizes me. I love it when I hear someone say something like, "Oh, and the poor thing has braces and headgear, too." I crave the attention that my wheelchair and braces bring me; it's a thrill, and when wearing them, I feel like the real me.
 

Our evening was special—very special; we began to make our wedding plans. With my parents gone, I have no family, and Marc's parents moved back to Scotland. His dad is much older than his mother, is in poor health, and can't travel far. We made several big decisions. First, we'll just have a small outdoor wedding, likely on the back lot of the studio; there are several lovely spots. Second, it will be a themed wedding, with the theme being orthodontics, and Marc has some great ideas. Lastly, we will honeymoon in Scotland when we take a longer break between filming my characters freshman year in college. That is when I'll be restarting active orthodontic treatment, too. By the time my character graduates college, she will no longer be wearing a Milwaukee brace or orthodontic braces. That means that my teeth have to be perfect by then, so my character can have her braces removed. I'm not looking forward to it. However, the next season holds a lot for me and my character, B.J. Greene, and I'm looking forward to that.

 
******
 

With the first half of the freshman season complete, things are going extremely well. I love working with Janie Walters, but I don't think I have described her. She is a very beautiful nineteen-year-old, tall, with long red hair, green eyes, a few freckles, a proportioned body, and the most perfectly straight and white teeth I have ever seen. Janie is a doll and has such a sweet and caring personality; I can't believe what a snotty, arrogant bitch she can play on stage. Janie plays Amber, B.J.'s roommate. Initially, she treats B.J. poorly, like Gracie Gold did in high school. However, as time passes, their relationship warms until, in the end... Well, you'll find out. 
 
 
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Marc and I have also sent out wedding invitations. Everything is arranged for our wedding to happen at the studio. Since so many wedding scenes are filmed there, getting things set up for a real wedding was easy. Bill and Jack told us that anything we need, don't ask; just charge it to the studio. I think at this point all the arrangements have been made, and almost everyone we sent invitations to has RSVP'd, which leads us to the theme of our wedding—orthodontics.

 
We have asked all our guests to make an appointment with Marc to get their teeth 3D scanned so he can make them theatrical braces with headgear to wear. They will be like the second set that I had, which were a lot like a retainer with brackets—you remember, the ones that made me lisp so bad I tried speech therapy, then just decided to get braces for real? So far, everyone who has RSVP'd has also been by to see Marc. It's a lot of work making all these appliances, and Marc works on them during the evening in the little lab he setup in our garage. He's even teaching me how to make appliances, and it's a lot of fun.

 
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With the season of filming complete, we are working on all the final details of our wedding. The caterer that the studio regularly uses will be providing the meal, and we ensured that it was a soft meal that people could eat while wearing their braces—real or fake. In fact, each place setting will not only have silverware but also a toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste.

 
Marc told me that several of the people that came in for their scans inquired about actual orthodontic treatment, including my makeup artist Maggie. She has a really bad underbite and a lot of crowding in both arches. I hope that she chooses to get braces, but I don't think it's right for me to say anything to her. 
 

My gown is all done, custom-tailored for me in the studio's costume department. It's an absolutely beautiful sleeveless number, swooping down low in the front and back, and, if I were normally proportioned in front, very revealing. Since we are having an outdoor wedding, I went with knee length, not only because it didn't drag on the ground but also because I wanted people to see what I'm wearing on my legs and feet. 

 
At this point, everyone I know knows about my orthopedic braces, my use of crutches, and my wheelchair. Only Sally, Maggie, Bailey, and Hailey know the complete truth about them: I have a fetish and that I enjoy pretending to be handicapped and love the way my braces feel on my body. Maggie is the only one who doesn't wear orthodontic or orthopedic braces; everyone else does, and only for pleasure. They also know that Marc is a devotee and loves seeing me braced up, but he doesn't know I have shared his feelings with them. When it comes to everyone else, I never lie to them, but I also don't tell them everything. It is generally held that I have very mild, late-onset scoliosis that I do not want to get worse. As to my leg braces, crutches, and wheelchair, I just say they bring me comfort, but no one has asked what kind of comfort they bring.


With all that in mind, I'm off to the orthotics shop, then to the final fitting of my gown.
 

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« Reply #46 on: 18. August 2024, 02:30:44 AM »
Gilly’s Journey Ch. 28
By: NapaCaster

 
I have several stops to make this morning before going for the final fitting of my wedding gown. I also decided that it was easiest to not wear any of my braces today or put on makeup; I don't want it to soil my gown. A simple floral dress and wedge sandals will do quite nicely, but I will wear my white facebow and headgear since I'm getting some pictures taken and a short video made for my friends to see. 

 
My first stop was at the optician to pick up my glasses for the wedding. To go along with my white facebow, I ordered a pair of glasses with white wire frames. I arrived right as they were opening, and my glasses were fitted right away. They looked great and matched my facebow perfectly. As the optician was putting my new glasses in a hard case, she commented that the lenses looked rather unique; she had never seen anything like them before. I explained that I had severe cataracts, and the lenses in my eyes were removed but couldn't be replaced with IOLs. She commented that that is a very rare treatment these days, and I was the first client she met who had cataracts removed and didn't get new lenses in their eyes.

 
My next stop was the orthotics shop to get my wedding braces. With everyone knowing that I always wear a Milwaukee brace and that I often wear KAFOs, Marc and I decided that I should wear them for our wedding, but not the ones I already have. A once-in-a-lifetime occasion deserves something special, and I'm just pulling up at the orthotics shop to pick up my bespoke braces. Collene warmly greeted me with her sparkling metallic smile, and I couldn't help but return the gesture with my braced smile. She looked great in the Milwaukee brace and KAFOs she wears for her disability, commenting on how my white facebow and headgear were the perfect touch for my wedding. She stood up, using her desk for support, and ensured her knees were locked and crutched to the fitting room with me following.

 
Once there, I couldn't believe my eyes; my wedding braces looked better than I could have imagined! The leather was bright white, with a semi-gloss finish to it. Patent leather would have looked gaudy, and a matte finish would have been too drab. However, the glossy, smooth white powder coat finish on the metal parts looked great and matched my glossy white glasses and facebow. The finishes on the metal and leather contrasted nicely and looked great. On my new KAFOs, instead of having the fitting that allows shoes to be swapped out, the white platform wedges with wide soles were fixed in place. This made the ankle area of the braces much more streamlined and sleek-looking. The sandals looked like they would give me firm footing outdoors, too.

 
There was also a pair of white forearm crutches sitting on the table. I prefer forearm crutches; they have the air of a permanent disability, unlike underarm crutches, which are usually just for a temporary injury. However, I noticed the hand grips on the crutches looked different, and there was also a pair of white leather thumb spica braces that match my Milwaukee brace and KAFOs. I looked a bit puzzled, and Collene explained, "The wrist braces were my idea. I thought you could wear them instead of gloves. They lock onto the grips on your crutches, so you can get a good grip with your thumbs immobilized. On the bottom of the grip, there is a little button you can push with your middle finger to release them. Billy originally designed them for me. I have tendinitis in my thumbs, and after a day at the computer, I have trouble gripping my crutches, and these make it so much easier. They should fit fine; we happened to get your hands and wrists on the scan when you got your new Milwaukee braces. I hope you like them!"

 
I took off my thumb rings and handed them to Collene for safekeeping, and she slipped them on her pinky fingers. I then put on the left wrist brace, and Collene laced it up for me, saying hers has Velcro straps, but she thought laces would look elegant for my wedding. My right wrist followed, and the braces felt great, positioning my wrists at the perfect angle to use crutches. I picked up the white crutches, and they clicked in place and were secure even with my hands completely relaxed. I crutched around the room, and I loved how these braces felt on my wrists and how easy and comfortable it was to crutch around while wearing them; my wrists often get sore and weak when I crutch long distances. I looked at Collene and asked to have wrist braces like this made to match my other KAFOs and Milwaukee braces. It was then that Billy entered the room.

 
"So do you like them, Gilly?" Billy said, smiling in his braces and headgear, "They look great on you." I told him that I did, and I thanked him and Collene very much. I released my crutches from my wrist braces, and Billy helped me take off my dress, which was a bit difficult with my wrist braces. I laid on the table, and he removed my sandals and proceeded to fit my beautiful new white KAFOs with their attached very cute wedge sandals. Once my KAFOs were fitted, Billy helped me get up and walk in them with my new crutches. They felt great, and more importantly, for these specific braces, they looked great. 

 
Standing in just my panties and bra, which sits pretty flat against my chest, Billy placed my white Milwaukee brace around my body, pulling the straps tight and securing the neck ring. It was also a perfect fit, and I crutched to the mirror to take a look. When I saw myself, I began to cry. Looking back at me was the woman I was meant to be—a beautiful crippled woman, just like Collene. I was so happy, and for a few minutes, I just stood there looking at my reflections. Just a few years ago, I was alone in the world and just barely scraping by, living a life of constant worry. Then I got the role where I wore KAFOs, then the other one where I wore a Milwaukee brace. Without the money to have fun or seek adventure, wearing those braces brought me comfort and excitement, especially when wearing them in public.

 
Then, when I got the role as B.J. Greene, I ended up with orthodontic braces. All these things comforted me and excited me sexually; I discovered I had a fetish. Then Marc came into my life and accepted everything about me, and now I'm here, wearing bespoke KAFOs, wrist braces, and a Milwaukee brace for my wedding. Damn, the only thing wrong is that I'm not like Collene, where I really need these things. 

 
"Gilly. Gilly! Is everything OK?" I hear Collene say in a concerned voice. 
 

I snap out of my daydream and reply, "Yes, I'm good. This is all so emotional and has brought back all the memories that have led me to this point in my life." Smiling my wide, metallic smile, I say, "Thank you both so much." I crutched over to where Collene and Billy were standing side by side. Carefully releasing my crutches from my wrist braces, Billy takes them and sets them aside, and I give them a big hug, with both of them pulling me in tight.

 
Billy then helped me out of my braces, and I put my dress and sandals back on. With each of my braces and crutches carefully wrapped in soft paper and bubble wrap, Billy placed them gently in a large box and then handed me my crutches to carry, which were also well protected with paper and bubble wrap. I hugged Collene again and said I'd see her at the wedding, and Billy carried the box with my braces to my car and put them in the trunk. After thanking Billy with a hug, he opened my car door and offered his assistance as I sat down. He is a gentleman just like Marc, and Collene is lucky to have a man like him with her disability.
 

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I stopped and got a burger and fries, but I drove to a park to eat in my car. I felt like I was naked without my Milwaukee brace and KAFOs on, and I didn't want anyone to see me without them. I even put the top up on my car to try and disappear, but that was impossible in a red and white '62 Dodge Dart; if it isn't me attracting attention, it's my car. Just as I was finishing up my burger, a group of boisterous teenagers, a mix of boys and girls, approached. One of the boys pointed at me and shouted to his friends, "That's Gillian Anderton! Let's get her autograph!" The group approached my car, and I could see that two of the kids, a boy and girl, both had braces and headgear and looked to be a couple. Another girl was wearing a Milwaukee brace and walking hand in hand with another lass, and they also appeared to be a couple. The rest of the kids just seemed to be friends.

 
You know I don't really like being recognized in public, but I'm always gracious and accommodating when it happens. I don't think of myself as a big star, but the ratings and all the letters I receive prove me wrong. I still think of myself as an accountant who plays bit roles for a little extra money; my fame has never gone to my head, and I only think about it at times like this when I'm expressing my feelings. 
 

I got out of my car to warmly greet the small mob of adoring fans. They all asked me for autographs, and I keep an envelope with photos and pens in my glovebox for times like this. Since I had time, I took a few minutes to get to know these kids and what they thought of B.J. Greene. The girl in the Milwaukee brace, Kerry, said that I inspired her to have the courage to ask Hannah out on a date; the girl holding her hand is obviously Hannah. They are in their senior year of high school and plan to go off to college together. The couple in braces and headgear smiled wide and said they just got braces a few months ago, and they met at the orthodontist. I noticed their braces were just like mine, except for the lack of expanders or tongue cribs, so I inquired about them. They were thrilled to talk about their braces with me, and the girl said, "We asked for the Gillian Anderton look. All the girls want to get braces and headgear just to look like you," she says, turning to her boyfriend, "and so do some of the guys, too."

 
I had fun talking to the kids; it was so spontaneous and fun. I autographed photos for all of them with personalized messages. The girl in the Milwaukee brace even had me autograph her brace. I warned her it would rub off, and she said it was no problem; she is getting a new one fitted later in the afternoon. Finally, after a few pictures with my car, which they all loved in the background, we said goodbye.

 
As they walked away, I heard some of their comments: "She's so cool," and a male voice said, "Gillian's braces and headgear are so sexy," with a third chiming in, "She sure is a tiny little thing even in those high heels; I thought it was a camera trick to make her look so small." I just laughed, got in my car, and headed to the studio. Maybe being recognized when I'm out living my life is not so bad; I really enjoyed talking to those kids, and it seems that in some small way, my role as B.J. Greene made their lives better.

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« Reply #47 on: 20. August 2024, 16:18:12 PM »
Gilly’s Journey, Chapter 29
By: NapaCaster
 

As I parked at the studio, one of the maintenance guys, Ray, opened my car door and offered his hand to help me out of the car; he was expecting me to be wearing all my braces. We chatted, and he asked if I needed help with anything, and I said, "Yes, there are some things in the trunk. Please bring them inside for me." I opened the trunk, and Ray picked up the large box, and I carried my crutches. We went inside to the fitting area, where Marie had my gown hanging on a rack. I thanked Ray for carrying my package and greeted Marie; she not only designed my gown but also made it for me. Marie knew I would be bringing my wedding braces and helped me carefully unpack them.

 
With everything unpacked, I undressed and took off my sandals. Then I carefully put on my KAFOs with their attached high-heeled white wedge sandals. My Milwaukee brace was next, so I tied up my hair and put it on. I put on my wrist braces, and Marie laced them tightly on my arms, then she got me into my gown. The final touch was my white-framed glasses. I picked up my crutches and made my way to the mirror, and I was blown away; everything was perfect, and I looked ravishing despite no makeup and messy hair! I wanted to hug Marie, but I didn't want to risk any harm to my gown, so I simply thanked her. I then asked Marie to put my sandals and dress in a bag and send them over to my dressing room. 

 
Fully braced and dressed for my wedding, I carefully crutched to the building next door, the photo studio. Sergio, who takes all of the promotional photos, was very impressed and, with his thick Spanish accent, said, "You look beautiful, Gilly. Prettiest girl I have ever seen; Marc is a lucky man." I got into 'model mode' and began to strike poses as Sergio's camera snapped dozens of pictures. I wanted a video to send to friends, and Sergio obliged. I gave a short message to my friends, with the camera focused on my face. Then Sergio zoomed out, and I once again modeled for the video camera. 

 
Sergio let me look at all the photos on his large monitor. I looked so beautiful, confident, and comfortable. What struck me was how I looked without makeup. I'm always using the little tricks that Maggie taught me to look older, but seeing myself now, I don't look like a kid anymore, but yet I don't look my age. I look more like the age of the character I play—a girl in her late teens or early twenties. I thanked Sergio, and he said he would upload all the photos and the video to my account on the company server.

 
I now carefully crutched across the road to the sound stage I work at; it's where my dressing room is. I made my way inside, and the bag with my dress and sandals was by my dressing room door. I knew Maggie would be in today; she likes to come in between seasons to tidy up the makeup studio. I hear a voice call out, "Gilly, is that you? I'll be right there." It's Maggie's voice, but she sounds different; her speech is slurred and lispy.

 
When Maggie entered my dressing room, my jaw dropped, and I think hers would have too if it weren't for the thing that she was wearing on her face. We were both shocked by each others appearances: Maggie by my beautiful gown, white braces and crutches, white headgear, and glasses, and me by what was going on in Maggie's mouth. With a smile that revealed some of her appliances, and with slurred, lispy speech, she said, "Oh goodie! Marc kept it a secret; I wanted to surprise you, Gilly! That is why I didn't answer the phone when you called this morning and just texted you back; I didn't want you to hear my lisp. I'm sure you want to hear everything about what Marc will be doing for my teeth, but just take a look at you. You look amazing, Gilly!"

 
I modeled my gown and all my new braces. Maggie was fascinated by how my wrist braces latched onto my crutches and thought it was really cool. I released my crutches, and Maggie helped me out of my gown, carefully putting it in a protective bag and hanging it on the rack. Then she untied my wrist braces and loosened them so I could slip my arms out of them. I removed my KAFOs and Milwaukee brace and switched back to my regular glasses and got dressed. As I did so, Maggie began to tell her orthodontic story, which was difficult to understand because of her lisp.

 
"Well, Gilly, we all know how bad my teeth are; my underbite, crowding, and rotated teeth—they are a mess. I have always wanted to get them braces, but with being single and not really looking and my secluded job here at the studio, braces were never a priority. However, when you got braces, I thought you looked really good with them. They didn't seem to be uncomfortable or painful for you; they just gave you a lisp, and that was back when you were still in active treatment, not this retention stage with crooked teeth for filming. Then you hooked up with Marc, and I have to admit, I became jealous when you found your true love. Finally, when I got the invitation to your wedding that said everyone needed to get fake braces for the ceremony, I decided to get them for real and finally fix my teeth."

 
"I think Marc was a bit shocked when he first looked into my mouth; he has never seen a case as bad as mine with the crowding and some of my top teeth being almost sideways in my mouth. He came up with a plan, and I started treatment last week. It's been a lot to get used to, but if B.J. Greene can do it on screen and Gillian Anderton can do it in real life, I can do it, too!"
 

"Right now, we are really working on my upper teeth; they are much worse than my bottom ones. My lower expander is simply attached to the bands on my molars, but the one for my upper teeth is really intense, and the pain was unbearable for a few days. Not only does it have bands on my molars, it's also screwed into the roof of my mouth! I also have one of those crib things behind my front teeth, like you do. Marc says I subconsciously push on my teeth with my tongue, likely because part of my brain thinks it will push them forward. Marc said my underbite would be even worse without this habit, but if I keep it up, it will ruin my new smile later on."

 
"To treat my underbite, my upper teeth need to come forward a little bit and my lower teeth need to move back a whole lot. To move my upper teeth forward, I have to wear this protraction facemask as much as possible, at least sixteen hours a day. Now that the screws from my expander don't hurt anymore, I have been wearing my facemask pretty much 24/7. It's not uncomfortable, but people sure stare at me."

 
"Once expansion—and what did Marc call it—protraction—is complete for my upper teeth, I'll be getting my brackets and archwires. Then, once all my teeth are in line, I'll have surgery on my lower jaw to move it back to make my newly straightened teeth align properly. After that, I'll be in braces for a while longer to make any little corrections that need to be made. It's going to be a long journey, but I am excited about it. Hopefully, in the end, I will have a perfect smile, and maybe, just maybe, I can get lucky and find a guy as sweet and kind as your Marc is."

 
I had long finished getting dressed before Maggie's story ended, and we were sitting on the little couch in my dressing room. Maggie asked if I wanted to take a look in her mouth, and she opened it as wide as she could with her facemask on. I could see the massive expander screwed right into the roof of her mouth, and I don't understand how Maggie isn't in constant pain. Then she moved her tongue, and it pressed against her tongue crib, exposing the expander on her lower teeth. From the bands on her upper molars extended hooks with elastics that were attached to her facemask. As I looked over her cute pink facemask with a black strap running around her head, I said, "You are lucky that you got that style of facemask, Maggie. The other kind had a big rod that runs right in front of your face. I knew a girl in high school that had that type, and it was really distracting; she couldn't read, watch TV, or drive while wearing it."
 

We then talked about the production and the changes in B.J. as time went on. Maggie likes how B.J. has a gift when it comes to fashion design but is totally unable to make good fashion choices for herself. However, with the help of her roommate Amber, she becomes more fashionable, and Amber gives her advice as they become friends. I told Maggie that after this next season, when B.J. enters her junior year in school, I'll be wearing the glasses and headgear that I wear in real life as B.J. comes into her element, looking very attractive and stylish. Also, I will begin active orthodontic treatment once again, so my teeth will be perfect by the time my character graduates from college.
 

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Today is the big day; Marc and I are getting married! Our ceremony will be simple, with Sally being the matron of honor and her husband Ron walking me down the aisle. Dr. Joe will be Marc's best man. The gaffer, John, is an ordained minister, and he will be performing the service. Sally is picking me up and driving me to the studio, where I'll get dressed. It won't take long since I got my nails done—French tips—yesterday evening, and I'm not wearing any makeup for the ceremony. Marc agreed that I look more natural and vibrant without it. I think that the thing that will take the longest is Jenna braiding my hair.

 
When I got to the studio, Jenna and Maggie were outside waiting for me. I asked Maggie how she was doing with her orthodontic work, and she said it's all good; it's only uncomfortable for a day or so after she turns her expanders. We went to my dressing room; I undressed, and Jenna got to work on my hair. Once she was done, all the girls helped me get into my beautiful wedding braces, then my gown. Finally, the finishing touches: my white facebow, white combination headgear straps, and glasses. I grabbed my crutches, made my way to the mirror, and began to cry. I looked so beautiful as my friends looked at me in awe; they had never seen such a beautiful and unique bride before. Sally wiped away my tears of joy. It was a good thing I wasn't wearing any makeup.
 

A few minutes later, Ron came to tell us that it was time. Jenna put in her fake braces and strapped her headgear on and commented, "I don't know how you girls do this for real, especially you, Maggie, with that thing on your face. But I do have to admit, I kind of like it." We made our way to the back lot, where everyone was gathered on the lawn. Jenna and Maggie took their seats, and Sally approached the altar, where Marc and Dr. Joe were standing with John. Marc looked extremely sexy in traditional Scottish wedding attire. Ron nodded, and the piper began playing his bagpipes. I crutched up the aisle with Ron at my side to where Sally was waiting for me. 
 

Seeing all our friends sitting there with their braces and headgear sparkling in the sunlight was amazing. Even though most of them were wearing fake braces, it was a thrill to see all the metallic smiles. When I got to the altar and looked back at the crowd, I saw that Bill and Jack were wearing appliances like the one that Marc made for his lab partner—another thing that Marc kept secret.
 

The service was short, as we intended; neither of us like long weddings. After we exchanged rings and it was time to kiss, we removed our headgear and passionately kissed, with the crowd going wild! We then all went to one of the unused sound stages that had been set up for the reception. Once everyone had assembled, instead of me tossing a bouquet, I tossed my white headgear and facebow. Maggie was the lucky girl to catch it. She ran to me, gave me a hug, and lispfully said, "I hope that what they say is true, Gilly!"
 

Marc and I mingled with our friends, and I got a chance to talk with Bailey and Hailey and to take a good look at the appliances that Bill and Jack were wearing. Marc confirmed that the devices were just like those he made for his friend at school. They rendered Bill and Jack speechless, and Bailey noted that since they couldn't bring their lips together, they would not be smoking today either. 
 

It was a wonderful afternoon and evening, with everyone laughing at Bill and Jack as they ate their pureed meal with large syringes. Finally, it was getting late, and people were heading home. When Marc and I got home, he carried me across the threshold and right to the bedroom. We were full of passion, and Marc made good use of what has been hiding under his kilt all day.
 

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Gilly’s Journey, Chapter 30
By: NapaCaster
 
With the filming of another season under our belts, here is a little update. First, married life is wonderful. Marc and I are closer than ever and happier than ever. I have started active orthodontic treatment once again, and now I wear a lower expander along with my other appliances. It enhances my lisp for filming for the next two seasons, and Marc's actually using it in my treatment along with my existing upper expander. Maggie has a big gap between her front teeth and now has brackets and archwires, along with huge molar buildups, to keep her front teeth from contacting her brackets. She has a real hard time eating and speaking now; I feel so sorry for her, but she never complains and is always upbeat and proud of her braces. 

 
Marc and I are preparing for our trip to Scotland to visit his parents. They know about my KAFOs, Milwaukee brace, and crutches, with Marc simply explaining that they bring me comfort. They accepted his simple answer without question. I'll be wearing my purple Milwaukee brace and KAFOs for the trip, and I'll be using my wheelchair sometimes, too. Of course, my facebow, headgear straps, and glasses will match, too. I wish I could bring my black braces to wear, but baggage is limited on international flights. We are so excited; Marc hasn't seen his parents in several years, and I have never met them.
 

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Our trip to Scotland was wonderful. It's a beautiful country, and the people were so friendly. Marc's parents live just outside Edinburgh, the capital. There were so many sights to see and so much whisky to sample. We made several trips by train to Glasgow, which took under an hour each way. Marc's dad was even up to traveling one day and showed us the house he grew up in. It was a wonderful two weeks, and it was nice to stay with Marc's parents instead of a hotel, but we did spend a night in Glasgow together. We plan to go every year for a visit; I loved the place.

 
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With the filming of B.J.'s junior year in school well underway, she is becoming quite the beautiful and confident young woman and a talented designer. I wear the headgear and glasses that I normally wear—not the ugly black glasses and stupid pink headgear that were specifically for my role—but I still wear the bulky, awkward Milwaukee brace made for the stage. B.J. now dresses very nicely and has become very close friends with Amber; in fact, they're dating. It is the first time either of us has played a lesbian, and it's awkward during scenes that involve intimacy. I wonder what Marc will think when he sees it on TV.

 
Maggie is doing quite well with her orthodontic treatment, and her teeth are looking great. All her teeth are starting to line up, and Marc told her that she would be ready for her surgery shortly. My teeth are starting to look good, too, and they will be perfect by the time B.J. graduates college. Marc turns my expanders for me once a week, and I love the pressure and the little bit of pain. I'm not looking forward to getting my braces off, but there are some new and exciting things that I will be getting for a while, and then I'll be back in braces again simply for my pleasure.
 

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Here we are, between seasons once again. My teeth are now almost perfectly straight, and Maggie will be having her surgery at the end of this coming season of filming; we are both making rapid progress. One evening, as Marc was watching me on TV, I asked him something that I had been curious about: Maggie has never told me about what her surgery will entail. Re-positioning my braced body on the couch to face Marc, I ask him, "Marc, can you tell me about the surgery that Maggie will be having? I'm very curious, and she hasn't told me the details."

 
"Sure, Gilly, I can tell you something about Maggie's upcoming surgery." Marc's braces sparkle as he speaks, "She is such a good patient and just goes with the flow, never asking too many questions or complaining; Maggie just accepts each stage of her treatment as it comes along. She thought you might ask about her treatment and said it was OK if I discussed it with you."

 
"As you know, Maggie has quite a few things going on with her bite. I have been able to correct almost everything with expanders, protraction headgear, and braces. Her teeth are no longer crowded, and her upper arch is almost perfect. I was able to get enough protraction of her upper arch with her facemask to correct all her issues there. However, her mandibular prognathism cannot be treated with braces alone. They will align her lower teeth in relation to each other, but not with her upper teeth. The issue is with the structure of her jaw, and the only way to correct it is surgery."

 
I just sit quietly, absorbing all that Marc is saying; it's very interesting, and he continues...

 
"The surgery will involve cutting away a portion of the jaw bone on each side to bring the lower jaw into proper occlusion with the upper. The cut is plated to secure what is essentially a broken jaw. Then a splint is placed in the patient's mouth, and their jaw is wired shut. They are on a liquid diet for a month as the bone heals. Then, the wires are removed and replaced with heavy elastics for several more weeks, and the patient can remove them and their splint for a no-chew diet."

 
"However, Maggie will be having a new procedure at the university hospital invented by one of the surgeons there that I often work with. He developed a computer-controlled robot that makes the cuts in the jaw bone at interlocking angles. This ensures that the cuts are in perfect alignment and that there is 100% contact to promote healing. The jaw is plated, splinted, and wired as before, but recovery time is shorter, and there is no chance for the jaw to become misaligned, which can happen with the old method."

 
"Now Maggie has an aversion to the idea of having plates and screws left inside her body and worries about them coming loose, which is possible. Since I always respect my patient's concerns, her surgery will not involve screws and plates. After the robot makes the precision cuts, Maggie's jaw will simply be splinted and wired shut. Depending on how she heals, she will be wired shut for six to eight weeks and on a liquid diet the entire time. Then, she will be in heavy elastics for another month or so and can eat a soft diet. Does that answer all your questions, Gilly?"

 
I told Marc that all my questions were answered, even some I didn't know I had. We finished watching me on TV, then went to bed. Thinking about Maggie's surgery got me aroused, and I was curious what it be like for her. Marc satisfied my arousal, but not my curiosity.
 

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We are well into the filming of B.J. senior year in college. She is now extremely popular and dresses very fashionably, often in outfits she designs. Like me in real life, B.J. is starting to look more mature for her age. That means that I look more like a twenty-two-year-old despite being thirty-one, but at least I don't look like a teenager anymore; I'm finally beginning to age. 

 
The romance between B.J. and Amber is quite intense, too. They are madly in love and plan to get married after graduation. Both girls have job offers with a major design house, too. However, this season ends distressingly for B.J., and I'll give you a sneak peek. The last episode will have B.J. visit the orthopedist, and she will be told that she no longer needs to wear her Milwaukee brace. She is elated to be free of the hated device that has been a constant and tormenting companion for so many years, and she happily leaves it behind at the doctor's office.

 
The next scene jumps to B.J. visiting the orthodontist to get her braces removed. We'll film this at Marc's clinic, and he will get to guest star in another episode. Her braces are removed, and she is given Essix retainers to wear, which are not noticeable at all. B.J. is elated to be free of her braces and headgear and walks triumphantly out of the orthodontist's office with perfectly straight teeth and perfect posture, ready to face the world as a beautiful, confident, and very skilled young woman with a bright future in the fashion industry.

 
However, the day does not end well for B.J. As she is walking home from the orthodontist, she is texting with Amber. Distracted by her phone, B.J. doesn't see the fast-moving car as she steps into the street to cross. The season ends with a horn blowing and B.J. screaming with an image of a car coming at the camera at high speed. A bloody and battered B.J., with her clothing torn, is seen lying on the hood of the car with the windshield broken. The screen fades to white with the sounds of sirens and a heart monitor beeping, then the sound fades to nothing as the screen goes black. It's really intense and dark.
 

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With the senior year season wrapping up with a real cliffhanger, life gets back to normal. Marc made me a new set of fake braces to wear that fit my now-perfect teeth. I just love being a brace face and wearing headgear, but fake braces are nothing like the real thing; I really miss my real braces, even though for years they did nothing but look cute and give me a sexy lisp.

 
The cast and crew really enjoy the expedited schedule and shorter breaks. After the next season is filmed, it will be several years before it airs, and we will basically be on a paid vacation the entire time. Who knows if we will be signed for more episodes so we made the next, possibly final, season end on a happy note. After B.J.'s long recovery from her accident, she and Amber get married and move to Paris to pursue their careers in fashion design.
 
 
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Renovations on our home were recently completed, with the addition of a new master suite and our old bedroom made into a guest suite. The timing is just right since Maggie will be staying with us for a while after her surgery. Her surgery is tomorrow, and she is staying the night so we can get an early start in the morning.

 
When Maggie arrived, she had this little tube leading from one of her nostrils. It was taped to her cheek and looped over her ear. Of course I was curious and asked about it, and she cheerfully replied, "That's my NG tube. I think it's kind of cool, and it felt funny when the nurse put it in. My surgeon wants to ensure that I get enough nutrients while my jaw is wired shut, since I might be wired shut for so long. He says supplemental nutrition is extremely helpful for healing and helps with a positive attitude since I'll be getting proper nutrition. I don't even have to eat by mouth if I don't want to. I'll show you and Marc how it works when he gets home." 

 
Maggie settled into her room, and we sat down to chat. She said she had something important to tell me:
 
"Gilly, I met a guy at the orthodontist, and we have been dating for several months. I didn't tell you right away because I wanted to see if things would work out, and they have. Miles has the same orthodontic issues as me, and in fact, we are both having surgery at the university hospital tomorrow. He's a high school chemistry teacher and an overall wonderful guy. I think catching your headgear at your wedding might be working for me."

 
We went out for an early dinner to give her enough time before her surgery. Maggie enjoyed her last solid meal for many weeks, a nice steak dinner. When we got home, Marc went over things with Maggie about her surgery and recovery, reminding her that he would be assisting with both her and Miles' procedures. Confident in the skills of her surgeon and Marc, Maggie got a restful night's sleep.

 
The next morning, we were all up early and headed to the hospital. A few minutes after Maggie got checked in, Miles arrived, accompanied by an older woman. Maggie introduced us to Miles and his neighbor, Susan, a retired nurse who will be caring for him during his recovery. Soon, Dr. Rochester, the surgeon, stopped in to check on Miles and Maggie and answer any questions they might have. Marc then left with Dr. Rochester to go get scrubbed in for surgery; Marc will be assisting with both procedures. Susan and I then left Miles and Maggie with the pre-op nurses and went to have coffee, then to await word from Marc.

 
Minutes seemed like hours as we waited, and I was really worried about Maggie. Susan comforted me and somehow got me to talk about all my braces, and I confided in her my secret. She laughed and simply said, "You're not the only one." I took that to mean that she has similar interests but I didn't pursue the subject. Finally, Marc came out of the OR and said that Miles and Maggie were out of surgery. Everything went well, and we could see them soon.

 
When I saw Maggie, I didn't recognize her. Her entire face was swollen, and her lips were very puffy. Tied around her face were cold packs, and I could see the splint between her teeth and the wires wrapped around the hooks that Marc put on her braces last week. I held her hand, and her eyelids began to flutter, and I asked, "Maggie, how are you doing?" She gripped my hand as she opened her eyes and, without any movement of her face or jaw, weakly said, " ee urts wewe ad (It hurts really bad)" I told Maggie that she would be OK and turned away so she couldn't see me weeping; seeing her like this was so painful.
 

After a few hours and getting her pain medication dosed correctly, Maggie was feeling a bit better with less intense pain. One of the nurses asked Maggie if she wanted to get up and walk around to see if she was ready to go home, and she weakly replied, "ess. i un oo o ome ith Illy un Arc (Yes. I want to go home with Gilly and Marc)"  The nurse walked Maggie around the room, and she was doing quite well. Then she got back into bed to rest. Finally, both Maggie and Miles were ready to go home, and before sitting in their wheelchairs, they hugged.
 

At home, we got Maggie settled in. Marc gave her a dose of her liquid pain medication, and I hooked up her feeding pump, and she fell fast asleep in the recliner. 

 
Maggie's long journey is just beginning.

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Gilly’s Journey Ch. 31
By: NapaCaster

 
Maggie's recovery is going extremely well. She is going home today after staying with Marc and me for three weeks. Maggie is no longer in much pain and has adapted well to being wired shut. Her speech is now remarkably clear, and she is easy to understand. She has been quite adventurous in trying various foods blended into a puree, and her feeding tube has ensured she is always properly nourished and hydrated, which I think really helped her keep a positive outlook; Maggie never felt hungry.

 
With Maggie well on the road to recovery and filming beginning in two weeks, I had to get into character. You recall how last season ended with B.J. being in a bad accident? I now have to become a badly injured B.J. Greene. Let me describe the opening scene:

 
It opens with the camera zoomed in on B.J.'s face, which is bruised and swollen with a feeding tube in her nose. Her jaw is wired shut, and she is not wearing her glasses. As the camera zooms out, it reveals her halo brace, then the white casts on both her arms: a long arm thumb spica on the left and a short arm cast on her right. Zooming out further, Amber and the doctor can be seen standing on each side of the bed, looking at B.J. in her hospital bed, still unconscious. Finally, B.J.'s white leg casts are revealed: a short leg cast on her right leg and a long leg cast on her left leg, with that leg supported in a sling. The doctor then begins to explain to Amber B.J.'s injuries and what her long recovery will entail. Then B.J. wakes up confused and in pain, and Amber explains to her the severity of her injuries.

 
The thing is, everything will be for real. I will be wearing these casts and a halo brace and having my jaw wired shut for the duration of filming the necessary scenes. It has been a dream of mine to experience these things, and now it's my chance. Bailey and Hailey have made all the arrangements, and I go to Marc's clinic today to get my archbars wired to my teeth. I'm so excited!
 

I got all braced up as usual, but without my fake braces and headgear. Sitting in my wheelchair, I roll out to the garage, get in my car, and make the trip to Marc's clinic. When I arrive, Sally takes me to a procedure room where all the supplies are waiting. I transfer to the dental chair, and soon Marc enters the room and gives me a hug, saying, "Are you sure about this, Gilly?" I simply smile and say yes, then Marc reclines the chair and begins numbing my gums with several injections. Marc and Sally get to work, placing my upper archbar and tightly twisting the wires to secure them. Despite the injections, I can feel what is being done, and it hurts. Then it's on to my lower archbar, and it is also a bit painful to have applied. Marc and Sally are careful, and even with the injections, it is quite uncomfortable. Finally, all the twisted wires are trimmed and bent so they won't irritate my cheeks or gums.

 
Marc smiled and said, "All done, Gilly. I'll give you a few days to get used to your archbars before I wire you shut. I'll also unwire you on Friday nights so you can eat properly, and then I'll wire you shut again on Sunday night for your next week of filming; I can do it all at home.

 
I replied, "Please go ahead and wire me shut right now, Marc. I need to get used to it and learn to speak clearly enough to be understood on camera. It took Maggie a couple of weeks before she could be easily understood." Marc removed his headgear and kissed me, then proceeded to wire me shut using many loops of wire. The feeling of the wires being tightened and my jaw immobilized was intoxicating. I couldn't move my jaw even a fraction of an inch, and it felt wonderful. When he was done, Marc kissed me once again, running his tongue along my archbars and wires. When the kiss broke off, he laughed and said, "No pokey wires; I just checked." We hugged, and in a muffled voice, I said, “I'll see you tonight, Marc. Have a wonderful day; I know I will."

 
I spent the rest of the day rolling around downtown in my wheelchair, stopping in at many shops. I was smiling from ear to ear, showing my archbars and wires everywhere I went. It was a thrill to show off my new adornments, and I was even more excited talking to people about them. I can't wait until Friday when I get my halo brace installed; then I'll really turn heads; however, mine will be completely immobilized!

 
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The last few days have been interesting. Try waking up in the morning and yawning with your mouth tightly closed. How about sneezing with your mouth closed? Oh, and eating everything through a straw. It's different and difficult, but I really like it. Maggie and I have been going out together every day, and we get a lot of attention. How often do you see two pretty ladies with their jaws wired shut? We have been having lunch every day at a little soup shop that blends everything up for us. Oh, and Maggie is doing great, and she told me that once the pain went away, being wired shut doesn't bother her one bit, and she admitted that she finds it quite exciting and enjoyable.

 
Marc unwired me this morning so I could go get my NG tube and halo brace placed. I've read about getting a halo, and I know it will be painful, but in a few days, you get used to it and just feel a lot of pressure on your head. Maggie will be taking me to the university hospital for both procedures; Bailey and Hailey have already made arrangements. I tied up my hair, put on a loose-fitting dress with a wide neckline, and put Birkenstocks on my feet. I don't think high heels are a good idea for my first day in a halo brace.

 
When we arrived at the hospital, Jenny was just getting off the night shift. Since she has worn a halo brace before, she wanted to stick around and be there when I got my halo to offer me support and comfort; she could see that I was nervous yet excited. The first thing that happened was that a nurse came in and placed my NG tube. I got it done first so I could tilt my head back to make placing it easier. It felt really strange going up my nose, then I gagged a bit as it went down my throat, but a few sips of water helped. Finally, it was in my stomach; the small hose was taped to my cheek and looped over my right ear. Now that Maggie and I have matching feeding tubes, it was time for my halo brace to be, for lack of a better word, installed.
 
I was asked to take off my dress and bra, the latter of which I wasn't wearing anyway since I'm so small in front, and lay down on the table with my head slightly over the top of the table. A folded-up towel was placed under my head to support it, and the table was raised. Maggie and Jenny sat on stools next to me, each holding one of my hands. The technicians then got to work and placed my closed-back halo ring on my head, carefully locating it on my skull with the positioning pins.
 
With my halo ring positioned properly, small patches of hair were shaved where the rear pins would go. Then, my pin sites were cleaned and anesthetic injected. The technicians then began to screw in the four pins that will secure my halo ring to my skull, bringing them into contact with my head. Using special wrenches, the pins were tightened, with care being taken to ensure they cleanly pierced my skin. The pins were tightened in an alternating pattern, and I could feel the pressure on my skull and the sound of the pins penetrating bone. Finally, all the pins were properly torqued, and the locknuts were tightened in place. All I feel is pressure; it doesn't hurt right now, but I know it will later.
 
Next, the parts called headblocks were screwed to my halo ring. They are where the upright rods from the vest will attach, and they allow my head to be properly positioned in my brace. Now, the back part of my vest was slid under my body and correctly positioned. It wasn't lined with sheepskin, but instead it had a soft foam lining, and it felt good against my skin. The front of my vest was then placed on me, and the straps at my waist tightened, followed by the ones over my shoulders. The vest fit tightly, but it was not at all uncomfortable, and it conformed well to my petite body. 
 
Finally, the rods were placed to attach my halo ring to my vest. Everything was carefully adjusted to ensure my head was positioned properly and comfortably. All the screws were now fully tightened, and I was asked to sit up with Maggie and Jenny to assist me. A few final adjustments were made to my headblocks, and I could feel some traction on my neck, and my head was tilted back slightly; it felt good, and I was now wearing a halo brace—a dream come true!
 
 
Along with the intense pressure on my skull from the pins, the feeling of being completely immobilized was extremely exciting and arousing. I was given a pamphlet about living in a halo brace and instructions on how to care for my pins so they don't get infected. As we were getting ready to leave, Jenny said she would come by my home in a day or two to check my halo. Jenny also said that she would apply my casts at my house next Friday; filming begins the following Monday, and I need to be ready.
 

******
 
 
My first few days in my halo were difficult, and I had a lot of pain. I just stayed home, and I didn't even feel like wearing my leg braces. By Tuesday, I was feeling pretty good, and I told Marc that I would like to get wired shut again; I still need to practice speaking with my wires. When I awoke Wednesday, I felt great; my pins did not hurt at all, and the pressure was much less. I had Marc put me in my KAFOs and get me dressed. I got in my wheelchair and rolled out to the car. Marc helped me transfer to the car and put my wheelchair away. I'll soon experience a halo brace and a wired jaw at the same time!

 
Once we got to the clinic, I rolled inside, and Marc quickly got to work. Since I already have archbars, it only took a few minutes to wire me shut. Once my jaw was immobilized, I was having sensory overload. Nothing from my waist up moved. I love it! This is the ultimate, and I think I'll go wild when I have casts on all my limbs, too. I wanted to go out and be seen like this, so I texted Maggie; she will be here in fifteen minutes.

 
******
 

I have enjoyed the last several days. Maggie has taken me out every day, and it's so intense going out and about in my wheelchair wearing my KAFOs, halo brace, and with my jaw wired shut. Oh, Marc really seems to be into it, too, and he has been an animal in bed; we are both insatiable. Tonight will be wild since I'm getting my casts in only a few hours.

 
Jenny arrived at about three this afternoon with a wheelchair loaded with cast-making supplies. We talked about my halo brace and wired jaw, with her fondly remembering her experience in the same situation; she longs to experience it again. She transformed our guest room into a makeshift cast room by spreading some tarps on the bed and floor, and then she filled a pail with water. Marc soon arrived home, anxious to see and help me get my casts applied. He got changed into some old clothes and returned to the cast room to find me lying on the bed naked except for my halo brace, with Jenny putting a catheter inside me. Marc looked a bit shocked, and I smiled, showing all my oral hardware, and said, "It actually feels kind of good, honey." Marc just shook his head, but he knows me and the odd things that bring me pleasure, and I just found a new one.

 
Jenny started with the LATS on my left arm and let Marc help apply it. Then he pretty much applied the SAC to my right arm by himself. He then assisted with holding my ankle and knee in the proper position as my LLC was applied to my left leg. Then my right leg was put in a SLC. I was in heaven, and the warmth of my casts curing felt so good. Once they started to cool down, I tested my immobility; I became extremely aroused with so much of my body immobilized. Jenny, sensing the building tension, quickly cleaned up the mess and said she would check on me tomorrow. Marc simply picked up my naked, casted, and halo-braced body and carried me to our bed, with me grinning from ear to ear with my wires and archbars sparkling.
 

We had a very intense weekend...
 

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After one last encounter in bed, Marc emptied my catheter bag and got me dressed and into my wheelchair—not my purple one, but the one Jenny left for me. With my arms in casts, I couldn't propel my chair, so Marc pushed me to the kitchen. He hooked up my feeding pump, and I felt my stomach filling. For a little something to wake me up, I drank a cup of coffee with a silicone straw; at least I could grip my cup and bring it to my mouth with my right arm; my short arm cast still lets me do a lot of things with that arm. After coffee, Marc took me to the bathroom and helped me onto the toilet, then, when I was done, cleaned me up. He then brushed my wired teeth and made sure my wires looked perfect. Marc even took a picture, so if he unwires me to exercise my jaw or for some solid food, he can put things back exactly as it was. He wheeled me out onto the front porch to await the transport van and attendant the studio hired for me, so I always have assistance.

 
The attendant is a nice lady named Gloria. She knows that I'm not really injured, and all that I am wearing is for my role. What no one knows for sure, but some suspect, is that this is all also for my pleasure, too. When we arrived at the studio, she got me unloaded and pushed me inside to my dressing room, where Maggie was waiting, and we exchanged wired smiles. The wardrobe was simple—a hospital gown—and my hair was easy—a mess. The only makeup was to make me look bruised and battered with a black eye. Once I was ready, Maggie wheeled me to the hospital room set, and a couple stage hands helped me into the bed and got my left leg up in the sling. I think a few people even saw that I had a catheter, but nothing was said. 

 
Filming went great, and Maggie took care of my emptying my catheter bag for me, and we 'ate' lunch together with our feeding pumps. This would be our ritual for many weeks to come. 

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« Reply #50 on: 28. August 2024, 20:20:13 PM »
Your stories never disappoint. Do you already have more chapters written? Hopefully there won’t be an ending anytime soon.

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« Reply #51 on: 29. August 2024, 01:27:27 AM »
Your stories never disappoint. Do you already have more chapters written? Hopefully there won’t be an ending anytime soon.

Sadly, there is only one chapter left. However, Gilly will be with us again when she joins Leigh and her friends in my other story.

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« Reply #52 on: 31. August 2024, 02:10:07 AM »
Gilly’s Journey Ch. 32
By: NapaCaster

 
The next several weeks of filming went well, and I am feeling quite at home and comfortable with my casts, halo brace, and my jaw wired shut most of the time. Every other weekend, Marc unwires my jaw and replaces the wires with elastics so I can exercise my jaw and eat solid food. Maggie is still wired shut from her surgery; she is healing very slowly, and I feel bad every time Marc unwires me, knowing that Maggie has been continuously wired shut for over two months. I hope she can get them off in another two weeks, but I have yet to hear her complain about anything. I think Maggie is like me and actually likes being wired shut. Miles has had his wires off for weeks now and is back to eating solid food, but he still must wear his splint with elastics when not eating or brushing.

 
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Well, our schedule got set back for a few weeks. On the day that we filmed the scene where B.J. gets her casts removed and the LLC on her left leg gets changed out for a SLC, the crew ended up getting food poisoning. It was the day before Maggie got unwired, so since both of us were wired shut, we were spared since we didn't eat anything. She is so thankful that she had to spend the additional weeks wired shut, which prevented her from getting sick, and boy did everyone get sick.

 
Oh, and Maggie's smile is looking so good, too. I could tell from her profile that her surgery really changed her face for the better. However, her splint and wires covered up her teeth so much that her smile really couldn't be seen. Now that she can remove her splint to eat and brush, I got a really good look at her new smile, and it is almost perfect. She still has to wear her splint with elastics for several more months and won't be getting her braces off anytime soon, but she is looking great, and she is so happy she is getting her smile fixed. 
 
 
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So, after a two-week break for everyone to recover from the food poisoning—it was really bad—we had another setback. There was a wildland fire that took out the power lines and substation that supply electricity to the studio. At least they arrested the firebug who started the fire, and he will be in jail for a very long time. It took another two weeks to get power restored since there was so much damage.

 
What this all meant was that I got to spend an extra month in my halo brace, short leg cast, and with my jaw wired shut. I was supposed to shoot the scene when B.J. got unwired the day after everyone got sick, so it appeared that B.J. got her casts removed and unwired the same day. Well, that didn't happen, and I got to enjoy everything for an extra month. So when we got back to filming this week, the first thing was B.J. getting unwired, her feeding tube removed, and getting braces again. This was planned as part of the screenplay, but since I was wired shut for so long and couldn't wear my retainers with brackets on them-my teeth had moved quite a bit. So, I got braces again while still in my halo and short leg cast, with it all being filmed for the show. It was quite exciting for both Marc and me to have him working in my mouth with my head and neck completely immobilized.

 
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Well, the season of filming is almost over, and I got my halo brace off about a month ago, and I miss it. My neck was very weak, so I needed to wear a hard collar for a while, and we worked that into the show. The first half of the season dealt with B.J.'s recovery with Amber by her side, taking care of her. The second half is about B.J. and Amber beginning their fashion design careers, with B.J. facing many challenges. Not only did she have to begin working while still wearing her hard collar, but she also has to wear a KAFO on her badly injured left leg, which has nerve damage. That means I get to wear my left KAFO for the rest of the season. The only scenes left to shoot are the wedding scenes where B.J. and Amber get married. Last season ended in tragedy, and this one ends on a very happy note with the girls getting married and them moving to Paris to pursue their careers with a large design house. We have no idea if we will be signed for more seasons, so we wanted things to end very positively, since positivity and overcoming challenges have been the theme all through the series.

 
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With filming done for a while, it will be several years before the last season we filmed airs; life is once again very relaxed. I didn't like the braces I got after my teeth moved after being wired shut; they were just metal brackets since the story didn't revolve around B.J.’s Milwaukee brace or orthodontic braces anymore. I had Marc put in all the same appliances that I had worn for years, but with two little changes. I used to have brackets on my front teeth, but I had Marc band all my teeth, and they look great. The other thing is that I had him place surgical hooks on my archwires between each band so I could be wired shut at any time with or without a splint. This will be so much better than the archbars I had before; it was quite painful to get them removed. I had them for so long that they started to grow into my gums.

 
I'm also back to living my life wearing my KAFOs and Milwaukee brace full time, and when I go out, I most often use my wheelchair. They still bring me the same comfort that they have for years, and since they are getting worn out and a little tight, I recently got scanned for a new set. They will be ready before our next trip to Scotland.

 
Speaking of my braces not fitting as well as they used to, I've put on a little weight. Not too much; I'm only up to 102 pounds after weighing 96 pounds for many years. My face is starting to age a little bit, and I have a few wrinkles around my eyes, nose, and corners of my mouth. They look cute, but I still look very young. What am I now, thirty-three? I would say that I almost pass for my age now, especially since I have some wisps of gray hair; my mother grayed early in life, too. 

 
Maggie and Miles are now engaged, but they have not set a wedding date yet. She credits her luck in finding such a great guy by being the lucky girl to catch my headgear at my wedding. Maggie joins Sally and me on our Friday girls night out, and Miles goes bowling with Marc and Ron. Even though Miles is a beginner, he has a great talent for the sport.

 
When Maggie and I go out shopping or just for some fun, we often wire each other shut for the day. She asked Marc to leave her surgical hooks for her to have fun with, and she does have fun with them. We love going out with a ton of wires securing our jaws tightly around our splints. Oh, the attention we get, especially with me in my orthopedic braces and wheelchair, and we love talking to strangers. As you know, I'm always in my back and leg braces, and I never wear a hairstyle that I wore on film, so I never get recognized. Oh, it sure seems that Maggie shares my love of orthodontics and is thinking of doing something like Sally with her inactive braces once her teeth are straight.

 
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It's been some time since I last did any writing. Marc and I spent a month in Scotland, and we had a great time. We visited with some family members that he had never met, and everyone accepted me and my braces without question. I used both my wheelchair and my crutches on the trip and had a lot of fun. Marc can't figure out what he likes best, me rolling along side him in my wheelchair or walking behind me, watching me move gracefully on crutches with my legs locked stiff; I enjoy doing both.

 
I have also played a few small roles for Bill-Jack Productions, but I'm always credited as 'Maggie LeBron'. With my hair really beginning to gray, I look nothing like B.J. Greene now. These roles are often just as a handicapped woman crutching or rolling along during a street scene and not actually a character in the production. It's fun, and it's a nice break from my accounting work and working in Marc's orthodontic lab at home. Since Dr. Joe has retired and Marc has taken over the clinic, I now do the books for MacGregor Orthodontics. I'm always finding ways to pay lower taxes and increase profits, and Marc has been able to expand the business, and he has three orthodontists working for him now. Marc only works a few days a week, if that, and he only takes on the most difficult and challenging of cases, leaving the rest to his associates.
 
 
Since the clinic is so busy, Marc was contracting out the fabrication of common appliances like retainers. Long ago, Marc taught me how to make these types of appliances, and I really enjoy the work. I work in our little lab at home several hours a day and I really like it. It's very relaxing and a bit artistic, sculpting the plastic and wires to perfectly and comfortably fit in someone's mouth. Since my labor is free, the only cost is the materials, which are inexpensive, leading to higher profits. Since I don’t really like going out anymore, it gives me a fun hobby that allows me to stay at home, which I like.

 
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Today in the mail, I got the letter that Bailey had warned me I would be receiving. It was a copy of a letter sent to Bill-Jack Productions from the DuMont Network stating that the contract for 'The Life of B.J. Greene' would not be renewed. The reasons given were a general change in television viewing habits and some odd demographic information from the first few weeks of what is now the final season. All previous seasons, teenage girls made up 60% of viewership, with the remaining 40% split between teenage boys and couples between 55 and 70. It makes sense; the program is for teenagers, and the older people are reminiscing about their youth.

 
However, there was a drastic change in demographics for the last season. The vast majority of viewers were adult men in the 25–40 and 41–55 age groups, with the rest of the viewership split as before. This stunned the network and greatly affected selling advertising time. How do you get sponsors for a program aimed at teenage girls when the majority of viewers are adult men? The network and advertising men couldn't figure it out, but I know the reason: It's men like Marc and Ron who have a thing for pretty girls in casts and braces. I know this for a fact from posts on the cast and brace message boards. Everyone is talking about B.J. and her injuries, her halo brace, wired jaw, and casts. It's all fetishists watching!
 

Am I sad that it has come to an end? No, not really. We had a great run and helped a lot of kids out as they faced the challenges of high school and college. The program will be in syndication, so it will continue to help kids out. This is what Bailey and Hailey wanted; they had a hard time when they were young and wanted to show girls that things will work out in the end if they persevere. For me personally, if I hadn't taken this job, I never would have met Marc, nor would I have met Sally or Maggie, who are now my best friends. I got to experience many things that I had dreamed of experiencing during filming, too. How many people get paid to wear a halo brace with their jaw wired shut and with casts on all their limbs? And how many people would be in absolute heaven in that situation? I did, and I was; it was wonderful for Marc and me. Oh, don't forget the other people I worked with and became friends with, like Bailey, Hailey, Jenny, Janie, and Georgina, who just graduated college early with a degree in engineering; her dream came true, too.

 
As to continuing to act, with the investments I made and Marc's success, I don't need the money. Will I continue to make appearances on stage at times? Sure, I think I will. I don't want to be in front of the camera day after day, week after week anymore, but shooting for a few days would still be fun, and I'm still under contract with Bill-Jack Productions. But I'm happy with my life as it is, doing my accounting work and making orthodontic appliances for Marc. I'm also happy living my life as a handicapped woman, too. The few times a month that I go out in public, I’m never without my orthopedic braces, and I still have a mouthful of bands and appliances along with my headgear.

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Oh, I must apologize for disappearing for so long. With my life falling into a routine, I completely forgot to keep you updated about what's going on. I only remembered because I had to look for a file on a laptop that I haven't used for a couple of years. You must have thought I died or something—I'm so sorry for leaving you hanging like that. 
 

Well, I just rolled back to the house in my new power wheelchair after spending a rainy fall day working in my little orthodontics lab. I made five sets of retainers today and also got caught up on my accounting work. Things are pretty much the same in my life, with Marc and I being as happy as ever. He takes good care of me and doesn't mind that I don't like going out anymore. Every once in a while I let him take me out for dinner, and every so often I go to the grocery store with him. Sometimes I even take my old car out for a drive, but I always have Marc take it to the gas station for me.
 

Marc goes into his clinic a couple days a week to deal with the more complicated cases. He also takes care of all the shopping and other errands for the household and spends a lot of time with his baseball card collection and restoring old Vespa scooters. Marc also still goes bowling every Friday night, and Sally and I hang out together at my home those evenings, cooking and enjoying dinner together. Sometimes Sally talks me into going out for dinner, even if that just means eating in the car at a drive-in. When Marc or Sally convince me to go out, I do like getting dressed up really nice—it makes me feel a little bit more comfortable when I'm out in public, but I really don't like going out. I only do it for them.
 
 
Oh, everything is great with my eyes, and I have about a dozen pairs of glasses now. My teeth are perfectly straight once again, but I am still in my bands with retaining archwires and wearing headgear. Oh, the expanders, splint, and tongue crib are all still in my mouth, too. I love having a mouthful of metal, and Marc recently said there was another appliance he would like to add the collection of metal in my mouth. It's a device that is sort of like a Herbst appliance, but the telescopic sections can be locked in any position to allow my jaw to be immobilized—I'm really excited to get it.
 

Marc is still wearing his braces, tongue crib, and high pull headgear, too. His braces now have retaining archwires like mine and Sally's so his teeth don't move, and his headgear is fitted to be very loose. Like me, he simply enjoys how his braces look and how they feel in his mouth. I like how he looks wearing them and feeling all the metal in his mouth when we take off our headgear to kiss. Since Marc's clinic only takes on adult clients, and he deals with the difficult cases that often require things like headgear, he feels that being in headgear himself and having his assistant wearing headgear puts clients at ease. I think he has a good point—if you needed such an appliance, would you feel more at ease if your handsome orthodontist and his very pretty assistant were wearing them themselves?
 

The only thing that has changed is my hair and my back brace. I now have a full head of long, gray hair, and I look so mature, sophisticated, and sexy. Often, I wear one of my new back braces called a CTLSO. I have several to match my KAFOs, and they are much like Milwaukee braces, but they cradle the back of my head and have a well-padded chin cup. When I'm in this type of brace, I can't move my head at all—well, maybe a little bit—and I love how it feels. 


Sitting in my wheelchair, waiting for Marc to come home, I got to looking at the cast and brace message board. There was a post by a gal that goes by 'L-Cast- with a link to her new business, 'The Clinic', which she stated is a 'place where orthodontic and orthopedic dreams come true'. I clicked on the link and explored the website, which was extremely interesting. I was looking at the services provided—things like getting casts applied, orthodontic treatment just for pleasure like Marc, Sally, and I are enjoying, vintage hospital experiences. Then there was one thing that really caught my eye—electronic paralysis. Ever since I started wearing my orthopedic braces full time, I have dreamed about being paralyzed and really needing to wear them.


I read the bio of Dr. Myra Johnson, who developed the procedure originally as a form of pain control. Then, with her knowledge of paraphilias and BIID, her husband modified the device to provide controlled temporary or long-term paralysis and to simulate other aspects of spinal cord injuries. There are both external devices for temporary use, or after a long psychological evaluation and the use of the external device continuously for one year, the client could then get a device implanted for permanent use. My heart almost jumped out of my chest as I read these words. I could be paralyzed at will and control every aspect of it, such as having feeling and no movement, complete paralysis, or partial paralysis. It can even be programmed to affect bladder and bowel control and it can even cause uncontrollable spasms. Without even consulting with Marc, I called and scheduled an appointment with Dr. Johnson.


When Marc came home, I let him look over the website, and he was quite impressed with the entire concept, especially the recreational orthodontic services offered. He then dug a little deeper into the services provided. Marc then looked at me and asked if I saw the services that Dr. Johnson provides. I said that not only had I seen what she had to offer, I had also made an appointment.
 

Marc stood up and removed his headgear, and I took mine off too. He picked me up from my wheelchair, and I put my arms around his neck since I can't stand without assistance anymore. I put my arms around his neck, and we kissed passionately. When the kiss broke off, he hugged me tightly and simply said, "Pursue your dreams, Gilly, with me by your side."


 
***To Be Continued in 'Leigh and Joel; The New Beginning'***
 

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Re: Story idea from a dream...
« Reply #53 on: 31. August 2024, 03:22:26 AM »
Thanks to Sparky for the idea for this story. It's been a lot of fun to write and I hope you enjoyed it. Gilly will be back soon as her adventure continues and begins to live her new life.