<?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>Transgender on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/transgender/</link><description>Recent content in Transgender on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/transgender/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Service in His Name</title><link>/stories/2009/05/14/service-in-his-name/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/05/14/service-in-his-name/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The leather of the seat was cold against her bare skin. Besides her ever present collar, the only clothing Penny wore was her PVC raincoat. The coat came to mid-thigh when she stood and was able to cover her ass but early in their relationship Tom had taken a page from “The Story of O” and had forbidden her to have any covering between her skin and what she sat on.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Transcendental Deviation</title><link>/stories/2008/05/08/transcendental-deviation/</link><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/05/08/transcendental-deviation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had always wanted to be a girl!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wasn’t one just yet, but I had plans…..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I was younger, they kicked me out of the service and called me ‘queer’, just because they caught me with another man in the shower.  I mean, there was a real big stink about it, and that led to the ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ policy that’s still in effect, today.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, maybe my case wasn’t what caused the policy, but it certainly contributed to it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Blow Up Doll</title><link>/stories/2006/07/08/blow-up-doll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/07/08/blow-up-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As she went down the street, Tiffany got several shocked
looks from people around her. As far as she remembered, crowded sidewalks never
used to be like that. Normally, on her way to work, the sidewalks were crowded
but people still managed to go about without actually having to hustle their way
through the crowd. These days, she seemed like a magnet to all those people,
there was plenty of space on the sidewalk but people looked like they were all
converging on her position. Everyone was brushing her sides, some actually
grasping at her arms, wanting to touch her skin. Some smiled, some looked unsure
of what to think of her. Those that grasped her arms were surprised to find
their fingers easily cleaving into her skin, as if they realized she didn’t
seem to have any bones to speak of. No one had the exact same reaction, but
every single person she met had one.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>