Disguised as a man: After living with my boss for a month1
At my best friend Megan Johansson's insistence, I'd been roped into cross-dressing as a male assistant for a notorious misogynist CEO.
Last night, he barged into the room and found me holding a pair of pink panties.
His brows shot up in surprise. "You have a thing for these?"
I let out a sigh of relief—thankfully, he didn't seem to realize they were mine. But then he dropped a bombshell: he wanted us to live together for a month!
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I became the personal assistant to a CEO.
My best friend Megan Johansson hooked me up with the job, telling me I'd be her brother Owen Johansson's 24/7 personal secretary.
"Just how personal are we talking?" I scoffed. "Like a live-in nanny?"
Megan didn't miss a beat. "Full benefits, weekends off, occasional overtime with triple pay, room and board included, and a monthly salary of fifty grand. The only downside is..."
"Deal! Only a fool would hesitate for those perks!"
Frankly, anything less than instant agreement would be a slap in the face to such a generous job offer.