<?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>Infantilism on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/infantilism/</link><description>Recent content in Infantilism on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/infantilism/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Regression</title><link>/stories/2011/09/02/regression/</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/09/02/regression/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hi ! I am Little Tommy. I used to be Tom, but all that has changed. My mommy/wife told me that I should make my story available to all that would be interested, so here I am. To explain, I guess I had better start at the beginning.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I guess that I have been a rubber lover all my life, but didn’t know it. Looking back, I can see that I had a certain pleasure at handling anything made of rubber, and often sensed my warm comfortable infant days when I slept in rubber pants and on rubber sheets. I could not really recall them but the feelings were there. Over the years I had always bought wet weather clothing, like rubber lined rain suits, and macs, and was happy when the weather allowed me to wear them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>