Daisy: a wheelchair user

Author's note: It might be a bit out of my comfort zone including a disabled character. If anybody has any criticisms please let me know. I really don't want to alienate anybody.

So you are Daisy, a young woman of about 20, currently unemployed, a situation not helped by the fact you lost your legs in a car accident aged just 12. As you wake up gently, you ponder your dream. Of course it would never really happen that someone would find themself in an alternate universe, but if it did...

Well for starters, your wheelchair is a chair. Would that to be designed as a toilet? If so, how much more did it cost? But on another note, does that mean you can go anytime?

Well, not quite, there's the bed, which is not a seat.

Speaking of which, you do need to get up. You stretch your arms- but as you do something feels strange: You first realise you aren't wearing your usual nightgown; and secondly, your bed seems to feel like rubber. Confused for a second, you lift your duvet, which also seems to be made of rubber, and have a look. You find that you are indeed naked, and that your bed does indeed seem to have a rubber sheet covering it. You notice more though, there appears to be a hole around where your bum is. After wriggling around to get a better look, you peer down the hole to find it seems to lead to an empty bag that is the same colour as your bedsheets.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. You quickly as possible scramble to get back under the covers. "Come in." You call when you are ready. Then in comes your older sister Rose. You once felt slightly annoyed that with that mother, being a flower arranger, decided to name you both after flowers. Nobody else seemed to think much of it so you just went along with it. You occasionally found those memes about children being named after things their parents loved to be amusing.

"Good morning!" Your sister said cheerfully. You always appreciated her efforts to cheer you up- well most of the time. Ever since your boyfriend from age 12 broke up with you following your disability, you were made to feel ugly. Your sister couldn't stand to see you like that so she made sure to buy you some pretty clothes swap makeup tips and sometimes even show beautiful pictures of women in wheelchairs to help you feel pretty again. Always reassuring you someday you'll meet a nice man who isn't a 'big mean poopy head' in her words.

"Good morning" you respond sleepily. You are still trying to figure out the rubber sheets. You then look up and to your utter astonishment, she's entirely naked. Sure you'd seen her get changed when you had to share a room on holiday, but this was something else, yet she doesn't seem to have noticed her state of undress. Your immediate thought is to point it out, but then what if you really are in this alternate universe and this is just normal.

"I've got the day off work in case you are wondering why I'm not dressed yet. The systems are down due to a virus somebody accidentally put on the machine. Rumour has it, the virus is the result of somebody watching 'not safe for work content' at work." She said that last pit with a smirk. You never recall either of you discussing this kind of thing, but you figure the most in character thing to do was to tut tut tut as if at the guy responsible. "Anyway, how are you?" she finishes.

You decide not to discuss the dream, or the fact that you think you might have woken up in an alternate reality and just answer with "Same old. Still unemployed. Still looking. How are you?" You assumed that detail would be the same.

"I'm doing ok." She said then paused a moment before asking "Don't you think it's about time you got up and changed the bag?"

You are confused for a while and tiredly ask "Huh?" Hoping that your apparent ignorance is attributable to your tiredness and not having just woken up in an alternate reality.

"I'm sure you've peed in that bag sometime in the night or this morning?" She asked.

"Urm, not yet." you reply. It's obvious by now that the whole and the rubber sheets are designed to be peed in. you aren't sure about whether you can poop there, but you don't need to now, so you don't worry. You prop yourself into a sitting position, leaning back on your arms still covering yourself with your duvet. You then take a deep breath and concentrate.

"Are you ok? You seem to be having trouble going?" your sister comments. You didn't have the time to even realise you were struggling to go before you heard this remark. "Come on let's get this off you, I don't even know why you are deliberately covering anyway. It's not hot in here and you don't have any embarrassing marks or anything." The implication that modesty was not a thing in this world was perhaps surprising, though given what had already happened you just calmly heard it; not really processing anything. "Do you need any help?"