<?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>Transition on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/transition/</link><description>Recent content in Transition on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/transition/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Wife is My Best friend</title><link>/stories/2011/07/09/my-wife-is-my-best-friend/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/07/09/my-wife-is-my-best-friend/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I recently learned to never reveal your inner most secrets to your wife, even if you’ve been married for five years. Connie and I had been married for just over five years after dating for about sixteen months. Even though our general interests were different we always got along great. Our greatest difference, however, was our social lives. She enjoyed being with others all the time but I enjoyed being at home. Connie works as a receptionist for a plastic surgeon and therefore sees people day in, and day out. I’m a research scientist so I spend a lot of time alone. Connie is also a very attractive woman. She has long brown hair, a model’s face but she is only five feet tall. She has a nice figure but always complains about being so short. I’m very lucky to have her though, because I’m only five feet eight inches tall and I have a very feminine build. I have wide hips, a big round butt, small waist and narrow shoulders. In my youth I was teased a lot about looking like a girl.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hubby's Second Surprise</title><link>/stories/2011/05/01/hubbys-second-surprise/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/05/01/hubbys-second-surprise/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="hubbys_surprise.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hubby&amp;rsquo;s Second Surprise or Maria&amp;rsquo;s Time In Jail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Maria&amp;rdquo; arrived at our house with Ken and she looked great. The first time she spoke I had to make sure it was really &amp;ldquo;her&amp;rdquo;, her voice was perfect&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &amp;hellip;The first time we dressed hubby as a woman, all those years ago, it kind of drove home the fact that my former hubby was effeminate. I never saw it that way before my little sister made him a school project, but I think he actually made a better woman than a man&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>