Poll Winner - Cindy (Heavily Casted OC) (Patreon)

Here's the first poll winner of this month, Cindy under the theme of "Heavily Casted OC".I had this strange vision that cast applied over high heels, so I did this and I also came up with a new short story."Cindy's Casted Fashion"Polly was checking the patient files in a room, while wearing her fake plaster long leg walking cast on her left leg.

Then, the door creaked open. A nurse pushed in another hospital bed, its wheels squeaking softly against the linoleum floor. When the bed stopped beside hers, Polly blinked in surprise.

“Cindy?” she gasped.

Lying on the bed was her friend Cindy who was barely recognizable under a tangle of bright pink fiberglass casts. Both of Cindy’s legs were encased in long leg casts, bent sharply at the knees and joined together by a single bar between her ankles. What immediately caught Polly’s eye, though, were the high heels—still on Cindy’s feet, the casts molded right over them.

Cindy’s legs hung slightly elevated in slings, while both arms were confined in long arm casts. Her left cast had an added thumb spica, with her ring and little fingers enclosed as well. The right arm cast has a thumb spica, index and middle fingers spicas. The casts made her arms completely rigid, resting uselessly on her belly. A hard plastic neck brace held her head stiffly in place.

For a moment, the two friends just stared at each other in disbelief before Polly finally found her voice.

“What on earth happened to you, Cindy?”

Cindy groaned softly and tried to shrug, but the brace and casts made even that impossible. “It’s… it’s all Joy’s fault,” she said, her voice half frustrated, half embarrassed.

“Joy?” Polly echoed. “What did she do?”

“She talked me into going to a friend’s wedding,” Cindy explained, sighing. “I couldn’t decide what to wear, so she picked out this black dress and a pair of ridiculously high heels. She said I’d look amazing.”

Polly raised an eyebrow. “And I’m guessing it didn’t end well.”

“That’s an understatement,” Cindy muttered. “After the wedding, I had a few too many glasses of champagne. When I got home, I tripped on the stairs, the dress caught on my heels and I went tumbling all the way down. I heard the cracks before I even hit the last step.”

Polly winced. “All of them?”

Cindy nodded miserably. “All four. The doctors said my ankles were so badly damaged that they couldn’t even take the heels off safely. So…” She gave a tiny, awkward laugh. “They just plastered over them.”

Polly couldn’t help but smile, “Only you would end up in designer heels inside a cast.”

Cindy smirked faintly. “Fashion doesn’t die, even in traction.”