<?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>Sticks on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/sticks/</link><description>Recent content in Sticks on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/sticks/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Mean Girls</title><link>/stories/2011/04/24/mean-girls/</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/04/24/mean-girls/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Kris was a popular high school senior, with equally popular and attractive eighteen year old friends just like her. &amp;ldquo;Just like her&amp;rdquo; in the sense that they were pretty, and impossibly shallow, and usually attracted guys just long enough for them to get the first fuck. So the saying goes, &amp;ldquo;why buy the cow when the milk is free?&amp;rdquo; The guys probably thought the proverbial free milk was kind of sour, and not worth the second helping! Kris only started counting when she turned eighteen, but was over thirty guys so far. She was especially popular because a perpetual ache problem left her on &amp;ldquo;the pill&amp;rdquo;, so she was a no condom girl for the guys, with clear skin. Or as they saw it, a pretty place for them to dump their cum.
Kris had a problem, she had wrecked her new C300 for the third time by texting while driving, and her parents were getting strict. They wouldn&amp;rsquo;t let her use one of their other cars this time until hers was repaired, and one of the necessary parts had to come from Germany, after Mercedes made it! They also took away her phone, as necessary to a popular teenager as oxygen! She realized she would be without a car for weeks, and popular girls didn&amp;rsquo;t ride the school bus. So far she was getting by with bumming rides from her friends, until she found herself stranded at the mall, and the real trouble was about to start.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Special Gift 2: The Good Purpose</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-special-gift-2-the-good-purpose/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-special-gift-2-the-good-purpose/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="specialgift.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Special Gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: The Good Purpose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two days had passed since my transformation into a pig doll. It was a permanent transformation and that meant there was no way back. Although I was still a bit worried about that. But I felt honoured to be the first person, who&amp;rsquo;d volunteered to be transformed into a doll.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Paul fetched me almost an hour after my transformation. He was really pleased and looked a for a long time over my new form in the box. He opened the box for a short moment to plant a soft kiss onto my forehead. Then he closed the box again and disappeared with Janine into another room. All I could do, was to wait and hope, I&amp;rsquo;d not get too bored until something interesting would happen.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>