Life was going good until the other shoe dropped. Only, things could be worse. I could be dead.
I spent the next few days practicing my unbuttoning skills on Lisa. After a while, it was too easy to unbutton them. It was much harder to button them back and I gave up practicing that after having limited success. I was afraid of being caught unbuttoning her uniform, but, then again, who would suspect me?
With some practice, I could unbutton her buttons from about 30 feet, about the range of a remote control, and through the glass of the ICU ward. It was fun to see more of her than she was willing to show, just as it was fun to watch the reaction of the other medical personnel to her partial undress. I had her showing off her bra, cleavage, and panties to everyone on that floor, patients, visitors, and staff. Poor Lisa had no idea what was happening.
Now, zippers were a cinch and many of the medical staff in the hospital preferred zippers to buttons. Depending on the person, I could unzip a dress in one quick pull or one slow slide. Whichever the method, I was rewarded with a continual display of bras and panties. No one suspected a thing. How could they? I was paralyzed. Oh, baby. Poor Dr. House was always walking around with his fly down (lol).
The fun part was when they had the youngest and prettiest nurse, Meghan, come in my room to give me a sponge bath. She was so young and so pretty that she made me feel so old and so ugly. You're not going to believe what happened.
Normally, most of my nurses were as wide as they were short, so to see this tall, shapely girl was a real treat. I imagine they figured with me being a paraplegic that she was safe from my roaming hands. They never suspected that my powerful mind was quickly becoming an extension of my hands, only much more dangerous.
Fortunately for me, Meghan was a dyed blonde. At the time, I did not, yet, know about my theory. I found out later that dyed blondes are more receptive to my psychic influence over them. Something in the blonde hair dye allows me to control their minds more than redheads, brunettes, and women with black hair. I plan on writing a paper about that later, when I get out of this hospital, and publish my medical research paper in the Journal of the American Medical Association.
She rolled the cart over with the wash cloth, sponge, soap, and towel. Sponge bath? I seriously only thought that sponge baths happened to babies or in porn movies. Obviously, it makes sense, as I have been here for a length of time, already.
Even though I had no sensation down below, it was still exciting to watch her roll down the sheet and lift up my hospital issued gown. I watched as she stared at my limp cock. I wished that I had a raging erection, but if I did, she probably would have handed me the face cloth to wash myself and left the room to give me privacy.
