<?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>Transsexual on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/transsexual/</link><description>Recent content in Transsexual on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/transsexual/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>From Lab Rat to Slave 6</title><link>/stories/2016/07/11/from-lab-rat-to-slave-6/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/11/from-lab-rat-to-slave-6/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromlabrattoslave5.html"&gt;part five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Six&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After landing in Ft Lauderdale, when I got up and tried to walk, it was so painful that I could not walk and deplane without help. Thom just picked me up and carried me to the limo.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For some reason it was getting worse and I was developing a temperature above normal. I found it impossible to sit so, I knelt on the floor of the limo and leaned over the seat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Lab Rat to Slave 7</title><link>/stories/2016/07/11/from-lab-rat-to-slave-7/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/11/from-lab-rat-to-slave-7/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromlabrattoslave6.html"&gt;part six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Almost immediately after the black out I was already waking up looking to a ceiling devoid of the surgical lights, I could feel a tube down my throat and mechanical means of breathing and I was now in a bed rather then the surgical table. It was very confusing and I was somewhat worried that I was in a bed when the Master made it very clear that slaves did not sleep in beds. My body was aching something fearful but I suspected the surgery had not been done since I had absolutely no pains in the lower regions. Buzzers and alarms where sounding and soon 2 nurses ran into the room and started checking the instruments while on of them kept asking me if I was awake? And if I knew where I was? And if I could see how many fingers she was holding up? The only thing I could do was blink and barely shake my right hand.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Lab Rat to Slave 5</title><link>/stories/2016/07/01/from-lab-rat-to-slave-5/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/01/from-lab-rat-to-slave-5/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromlabrattoslave4.html"&gt;part four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I woke up in a rubber covered bed and when I tried to move I noticed that I was strapped to it and covered with a rubber sheet with a penis gag in my mouth and another penis dildo up my ass causing a throbbing sensation so I surmised it must have been large. I was in total darkness but there was a somewhat familiar smell to the place. It came to me that Derek the handsome guy I had sex with last night had kidnapped me and god knows what was going to happen to me. I was uncomfortable with the intrusion in my body and nothing was happening.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Lab Rat to Slave 4</title><link>/stories/2016/06/11/from-lab-rat-to-slave-4/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/06/11/from-lab-rat-to-slave-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromlabrattoslave3.html"&gt;part three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Master succeeded in planting the seed in Jacky’s brain and I was considering calling Jacky for a long confession and getting over this problem to avoid any blackmail threats. I rented a large office space and worked out the divisions with an architect and gave the go ahead for construction which should be finished with in the next two months. I was searching for a manager and staff, but as luck would have it I found a young genius type recommended by Jacky’s mother to be manager, then a secretary that would be working there but always reporting to me, then a secret system of cameras and sound with the hard drive located at a storage area I rented in the basement of the building which no one knew about. I always believe in trust but verify.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Lab Rat to Slave 2</title><link>/stories/2016/05/27/from-lab-rat-to-slave-2/</link><pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/27/from-lab-rat-to-slave-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromlabrattoslave.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I arrived in Miami, and a very strange feeling came over me because I was finally home again but, I no longer belonged anywhere here. My apartment was gone, my belongings were gone and I certainly could not visit any of my ex-coworkers or friends. For what ever reason, I was very ashamed and would not consider telling anyone I knew, the change of sex I underwent.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Lab Rat to Slave 3</title><link>/stories/2016/05/27/from-lab-rat-to-slave-3/</link><pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/27/from-lab-rat-to-slave-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromlabrattoslave2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We got up took our showers and met at the general lounge area where Julia had a complete breakfast for us it even had fresh pealed fruit. I called for a sedan service to take us to the mall so we could buy some new fresh clothes and underwear, Jacky fell in love with 3 outfits so we just had to get them, I saw a nice brown leather skirt that I just had to have I wanted Jacky to get one but she absolutely refused because it was too expensive. She had tried the black one and looked terrific in it so without her knowing I bought it and had them deliver it to the boat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>