The Ibu she knew well a race of dominant males who for a century had raged intermittent war on the Fallon (her people) to fall into their hands would ...e certain death, or worse still a life as a slave to some Ibu male. The Valley was a place of mystery for the last century none had been know to enter the valley. Not Ibu or Fallon. It was a place of religious significance to both cultures. History records that none that entered here have ever returned.In the end her decision was made easier as a. She stared easily as I averted my eyes, desperate to see her and afraid to see her judgement. I shifted from foot to foot. "Is that a tee shirt?" Her tone was almost accusatory. "Yes." "'D'joo sleep in it?" Not an accusation. A deliberate poke. Goading me. "Uh huh." "Wearing a bra?" "No, not yet," I began to explain, but was cut off. "Take off the tee. Show me your tits." The words had a finality in them, as though she was about to win an argument. "But," I hesitated, "anyone could see me...". I immediately accepted. Charles was a 50 yr old single black maleliving in Pennsylvania willing to be part of my fantasy.We had weekly episodes by e-mail. I, describing how his generosity washelping me become the woman of my dreams and he described our dates andhow we were satisfying our sexual needs. He was my fantasy sugar daddyproviding me with all my transitional needs and I was becoming hisdoting gurl.We were close to finishing our fantasy (Charles was getting ready totake my female. A note on personal pronouns: The use of personal pronouns in atransgender story is always a little tricky. Is it correct to call alovely, feminine boy wearing a beautiful dress and heels "he"? Throughoutthis narrative I have tried to use pronouns very deliberately, as a cluefor the reader as to the "gender-status" of the character. A boy who hasfully embraced femininity and delights in assuming feminine dress andbehavior would be referred to as "she", while a boy who assumes the sameclothing.