<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Liz on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/liz/</link><description>Recent content in Liz on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 06 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/liz/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A New Me</title><link>/stories/2014/02/06/a-new-me/</link><pubDate>Thu, 06 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/06/a-new-me/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: A Strange Package&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is an account of how I became what I am: a living, breathing rubber doll with a body made of latex and a sexual appetite that cannot be satisfied. I suppose we all have a little fetish that society would consider abnormal and deviant. Mine was always latex. Otherwise I was a normal girl with normal flesh and normal proportions. Those days are gone, however, and I am writing this story to tell you how it happened.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A New Me 3: The Transformation Continues</title><link>/stories/2014/01/30/a-new-me-3-the-transformation-continues/</link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/30/a-new-me-3-the-transformation-continues/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="newme2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: The Transformation Continues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The day was a very long one. I needed to run a few errands and between the butt plug lodged inside my ass and the relentless tingling of my skin, I was constantly fighting the urge to rub myself. In fact, I occasionally caught my hand unconsciously rubbing my crotch through my jeans out in public. It wasn’t the first time I had worn a butt plug out in public, but this was by far the largest and I seemed to be particularly horny all day long. My new figure turned many heads and earned many scornful looks from women who were probably either jealous or disapproving – probably mostly the former.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A New Me 2: The Transformation Begins</title><link>/stories/2014/01/18/a-new-me-2-the-transformation-begins/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/18/a-new-me-2-the-transformation-begins/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="newme.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: The Transformation Begins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I awoke the next morning on my bed, still wearing the things from the strange package I had received the day before. Groggily, I sat up and for a minute panicked because I couldn’t see a thing through the hood I still had on. After a few moments, the memories of the previous evening came rushing back to me and made me horny all over again. It was going to be a good day.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A New Me</title><link>/stories/2014/01/09/a-new-me/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/09/a-new-me/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: A Strange Package&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is an account of how I became what I am: a living, breathing rubber doll with a body made of latex and a sexual appetite that cannot be satisfied. I suppose we all have a little fetish that society would consider abnormal and deviant. Mine was always latex. Otherwise I was a normal girl with normal flesh and normal proportions. Those days are gone, however, and I am writing this story to tell you how it happened.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>