They do so much for me, teaching me how to be a Real Woman, and I want to give something back to them. They deserve it. My family is me, and I am my...family. And of course you too, Dear Diary. Miss Evans of my English class gave me lots of ways to “think about” things like this in Creative Writing. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you, Dear Diary, but I certainly would like to be a writer sometime when I grow up. How exciting! In fiction and writing, you can make things happen that may. I must say I really enjoyed the sex but I wanted to know who he was. My assistant stopped by and said Marcel the owner wanted to see me. I went downstairs to his office. I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. I had to wear a man's XXL size and even then I had to cut V in the neck to get it to fit over my boobs. As I turned the corner into his office I saw he was not alone. There was a woman in there, his wife. I caught her eye as I walked in and saw her smirk. She had no idea of my true. I would try to be a perfect slave so that poor Yolande wouldn't be castigated through my fault.I met Yolande again when I joined the other women for a meal some time later. They were sitting around the large wooden table in the refectory. As it happened, a place next to Yolande was free and I promptly occupied it. At first I didn't know whether it was okay to speak to her, but when I saw the other women engaging freely in conversation, I told her how much it had upset me to see her punished for. As it was also near to my college. After finishing the course my friends left to different cities on job. Me I got a placement in one of the growing company. Its not a big company but as a fresher that was okay for me . Most of the time I used to prefer working night shifts. I was staying alone in the flat. I used to eat food in hotels everyday. And u know the problem with hotel food. So, I decided to look for someone to cook for me and clean the house and clothes…After few inquiries I found a.