The pause while April was apparently lost in a memory - judging by the way she was holding and sniffing one of Mike's shirts, gave Heather the chance to roll over and sit herself up. She'd agreed to a sundress, although not sure if she had one. Something inside her was pumping inappropriate chemicals into her blood stream and  she needed activity to get rid of them. She was about to start digging through her underwear drawer, when April found a cute little number in white with pale purple and yellow flowers. "Thanks, pet. Tell you what, why don't you go see if you can find a tanning place that accepts people in wheelchairs on the internet, and I'll see if I can get these on all by myself. Don't worry, I'll call if I need you!"<br/><br/>The bra was the easiest thing, back clasp or no. She put it on backwards, fastened it in front of her, then spun it around and eased the straps onto her shoulders, before easing her breasts into the cups.<i>Well, at least I've not lost too much weight in that department...!</i>she thought, suppressing a giggle. She'd never really wanted massive boobs, had always been content with what she had, but really didn't want to loose any. Not that they would be seeing much action from now on... The panties were a different matter. By lifting her feet one at a time so her heel was resting on the seat of the wheelchair, she was able to get the underwear on her legs and up past her knees. But now she had a problem. If she were still lying on the bed, maybe she could do the same as last night, lift both legs and roll backwards. But she was already in the wheelchair. A thought occurred to her. Just because she had no control over her legs, didn't mean they were made of jello. There were still bones and muscles there, she just couldn't use the latter to control the former. She placed both feet squarely on the floor and made sure her wheels were locked, then pushed up. Her legs took her weight as she felt her knees and hips lock. She transferred her weight to the vanity unit in front of her on one hand, then reached down with the other, grabbed the waistband of her panties and tugged. She felt her balance going as she changed hands, pulled the other side up, then landed back in the wheelchair.<i>Not quite... One more try.</i>This time she was able to get the back of the garment where she wanted it before relaxing back into the chair. It was an effort, both physically and mentally, to do, and she had succeeded! Heather began humming a cheerful tune as she adjusted the parts of the garment she could get at, to make them comfortable.<br/><br/>The dress she slipped over herself, managed the zip at the side, then lifted herself up on her elbows, so she could arrange the skirt under her backside. Make up and brushing hair and she was ready. She wheeled herself into the lounge, and sat waiting for her daughter.<br/><br/>The trip in the car to the tanning salon was an ordeal, still. Heather knew it was like riding a bicycle, riding a horse, or roller-skating. (Three things she would never do again, she realised). You fell off, and you got back up and tried again, and sooner or later the fear of falling went away.  It would get better. The more accident-free trips she made in the car, the easier it would be. As, she realised, would getting out of the car. April helped and she managed it in one easy move this time, but only because April helped. The salon had a ramp up to the front entrance and Heather wheeled herself up and in then waited while April did the haggling at the desk. An hour each on a sunbed for both of them, in three twenty minute sessions, with a mani-pedi between the first two, and a sauna between the second two, followed by a massage with herbal oils to sooth the skin and preserve the tan. Heather grinned. "I could get used to this!"