<?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>Plastic Chic on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/plastic-chic/</link><description>Recent content in Plastic Chic on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/plastic-chic/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Teddy Fetish</title><link>/stories/2010/03/28/teddy-fetish/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/03/28/teddy-fetish/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My name is Sharlotte. When I was a little girl, there were two things I adored: Barbies and Teddy Bears. When I hit 18, I changed Barbies to love dolls, but I still loved Teddy Bears. I am 25 years old now, and I had just gotten the job at &amp;ldquo;Freaky Fetish.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I told the manager, Chloe, my secret love of teddy bears, and she said she could help.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A week later, when on a date with my boyfriend, Joseph, Chloe called me, she said, &amp;ldquo;I have something I may want to see.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>