My family went on a short camping holiday with some friends of my parents and their daughter (henceforth referred to as C).
Now before I continue with my recollection, it is worth saying a little about C. She is my age (18 and a half; born a few days after me) and disabled. Without going into too much detail, there was a complication during her mothers pregnancy and C ended up with shorter arms than most people (and only one arm with active muscles)...Because of this, she needs help with most everything she does...writing, eating, doing work and especially when getting dressed.
We were going to stay in a chalet (a small holiday home) and the idea was that I would have a bedroom to myself, as would C whilst her parents and my parents would each share a room. This arrangement promised to work well, with everybody having their privacy and some space for themselves. It did not work out quite so well, however, since the staff informed us that they had double booked our chalet and that we had to stay in a three bedroomed chalet, not a four bedroomed one.
C did not want to sleep in the same room as her parents and couldn't sleep in the same room as my parents so eventually it was reluctantly decided that she would share my room. Naturally, both mine and C's parents were quite strict about what would and would not happen under these new arrangements. I was made crystal clear that I was not to look at C in a lustful manner, nor to make any advances on her...also, I was not to help her change her clothes and if such circumstances arose where I was the only person who could I was to do so without looking so as not to see anything overtly sexual.
It was a good week (if a little uneventful) and on the last day before we went home, we all went to the cinema together, C and I watching one film, our parents another. When our film had finished, we went back to the chalet together...finding ourselves alone upon arrival; evidently our parents were all still at the cinema.
She turned to me and said, "You know...I feel like going to the beach. Help me change?" I thought something was up with this...after all, the east coast of England is not noted for its glorious sunshine...but nevertheless, I agreed to help her. If anything, there was little else to do and a trip to the shore would be a welcome way to kill some time, so the two of us went into my room, picked out her bathing suit, drew the curtains and locked the door for extra privacy whereupon I began to help her undress.
I helped C to disrobe whilst stood behind her with my eyes closed; reaching round and using her for guidance as to what to do. It was one of the most awkward arrangements you could possibly imagine (though in retrospect, it must have been quite funny to have seen) but it was the only way I could help C without incurring the wrath of both mine and her parents. However, after a few awkward minutes we managed it...and after the last piece of clothing had come off, she waited a few seconds before, "Andy...please open your eyes." I did as instructed and my jaw dropped with the sight that greeted me.
C had turned round, allowing me to see everything that had been hidden from me for the past week. She was very pale...but this only drew attention to the freckles that were dotted over her cheeks. Freckles that spread all over her upper body, stopping part way down her beautifully formed breasts, each crowned with the most delicate nipples... She was a lot curvier than the clothes she wore would let on and between her legs was a tuft of jet black hair, which had been neatly trimmed (how she got it that way, I'll never know)
I could feel myself going bright red... C just smiled then asked, "What do you think?" I was speechless for a little while, but managed to get out "I think you're beautiful" C just giggled a little and sat on her bed. I joined her and the two of us began to chat...about how she feels about herself, how she feels every disabled person should be confident to do as they please...I forget how long we talked for; we lost all track of time. After a while, though, she stopped the conversation and said it was best that I dressed her because our parents would be coming home soon...so I did. I helped her back into her clothes and went back into the main room with her...and as if on cue, our parents came through the door. "Have fun?" they asked. C and I nodded and smiled to one another.
Never had I imagined that C would be the first girl I ever saw naked, but I am glad that she was. Not only did it teach me a lesson and open my mind, but it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Anyway, I hope that in some way, this serves as a lesson to all disabled people: Don't be ashamed of your bodies. We've all got our hang ups...and to someone, somewhere, you are beautiful.