I’ve become used to wearing pantyhose too which I never used to do.
Without the pantyhose, the pads on the braces rub my legs too much.
My right leg just stopped growing when I was about 13 and my left leg continued to grow until I was about 17.
It’s really not that much difference, but to make up for it most of my shoes have a built-up sole on the right side, and are one size smaller since that foot is smaller.
Sometimes my skirts barely cover the thigh straps on the tops of my braces.
I’ve have long flowing hair over a pretty face and large breasts over a tiny waist.
My ample breasts are my best feature so I like to show them off a little with a tight blouse.
I looked too and could see the pink polish on my toenails through my tan pantyhose. This man had to see me pick my leg up with my hands and get my foot back on the footrest of the wheelchair. Sometimes, when I know I have an audience, I put on a little show. I thanked him and pulled my leg up by lifting under one knee. I hooked my toes with the shoe and pulled it onto the heel of my foot. We both made our apologies and started talking about where we were going, what our jobs were, who we knew and things like that. Jeff asked me if would like to watch the game that night with him at a bar a few blocks from the office. I would love to go on a date with this handsome, polite man. I’m also very cautious of guys only interested in dating paraplegic girls.
Now most everyone has seen my legs of course, but I realized at that moment no one at work has ever seen my bare feet. Being in a wheelchair we are a bit more vulnerable.