<?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>Birthday on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/birthday/</link><description>Recent content in Birthday on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/birthday/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Wish Comes True</title><link>/stories/2018/07/08/a-wish-comes-true/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/07/08/a-wish-comes-true/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Having read &amp;lsquo;Be careful what you wish for&amp;rsquo; this morning and loved the concept I decided to write along similar lines, only with a happy ending for the lady concerned. A very slight resemblance to the Cinderella storyline isnt entirely coincidental!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Stephanie woke up and pushed the sleep from her eyes, and sitting up
in her bed tried to push her mousey brown hair into a reasonable state
of respectability. Putting her glasses on and peering at the mirror did
little to bring a smile to her face, even though it was her 18th
Birthday. A plain face looked back at her which though not ugly, would
certainly never be described as pretty, let alone beautiful. Unlike her
2 older sisters, Lorna and Emily who were not only lucky enough to have
long, well kept golden blonde locks, they were also absolute stunners
who were magnets to the guys, and as if this wasn&amp;rsquo;t enough, they both had
large, full breasts while poor Stephanie could just about manage 2
&amp;lsquo;fried eggs&amp;rsquo; on her chest. She wasn&amp;rsquo;t really jealous of them, but did
despair of why they seemingly had everything, while she seemingly had
nothing. What she didn&amp;rsquo;t know about was the very special 18th birthday
present that awaited her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Slave Bot</title><link>/stories/2017/09/23/slave-bot/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/23/slave-bot/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Woman to Robot TF&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sihaya awoke with the dawn and rose from her simple futon. She opened the window of her simple room and let the morning sun shine through the bars. She inhaled deeply, as if she were filling her lungs with the sunlight as well as the fresh air. She let the bright day wash over her naked breasts and warm her. A few more deep breaths, and she turned away to face the room. She quickly folded up her simple futon and rolled it into the corner. Clearing the floor, she began her morning excercises. Bend and stretch, &amp;ldquo;reach for the stars&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; she sang to herself, still remembering the song from her childhood. She worked herself into a happy sweat, warming up her lean muscles and invigorating her soul. She patted herself off with a nearby towel and turned towards the door. She opened the small viewport and looked into the hall. Two faces looked back at her. She smiled.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Slave Bot</title><link>/stories/2017/09/23/slave-bot/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/23/slave-bot/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Woman to Robot TF&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sihaya awoke with the dawn and rose from her simple futon. She opened the window of her simple room and let the morning sun shine through the bars. She inhaled deeply, as if she were filling her lungs with the sunlight as well as the fresh air. She let the bright day wash over her naked breasts and warm her. A few more deep breaths, and she turned away to face the room. She quickly folded up her simple futon and rolled it into the corner. Clearing the floor, she began her morning excercises. Bend and stretch, &amp;ldquo;reach for the stars&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; she sang to herself, still remembering the song from her childhood. She worked herself into a happy sweat, warming up her lean muscles and invigorating her soul. She patted herself off with a nearby towel and turned towards the door. She opened the small viewport and looked into the hall. Two faces looked back at her. She smiled.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>