I had decided it was time to start 'Project Samantha', as I had named it, so while she talked I began focusing my thoughts, reviewing my plan. I wasn'... going mess around with her emotions, how she felt about me as a person since my new power had told me that she all but loved me already. What needed to be changed was how she viewed me. I felt that if she were physically attracted to me then a romantic situation was inevitable. I was, however, concerned that if she suddenly changed her opinion. Her cum and piss was still all over me but I seemed to love it. Just then I knew I wanted to be my Moms little girl and make her happy.In the morning Mom woke up angry, and hung over. she went right to her bottle of gin and took a big swig. I said you were to suck my ass hole untill I woke up, I said I did but she did not believe me. She looked at me hard and said your not cuntie enough yet. Your just like your Dad a gay piece of shit. Then she said were just gonna have to feminize you some. I was introduced the year before and now it was a passion. Aircraft Carriers. Tanks. The latest Automobiles. Oh how I fell in love with the Pontiac GTO that year. I received the model at Christmas. I was great with glue. I had learned to use as little as needed and thus had less of a mess. Painting. Well, that was another story. But eventually I learned not to put it on so thick. LOL.School. Friends. Playing outdoors until nearly dark. It was a wonderful year.A young child's carefree. It would be grand!" I smiled and said, "Amy, it's a thrill to have started such a great connection with you. It can only get better. Let's take things slow and easy, and things will happen. New doors will be opened - just be patient!"We began to speak of our fetishes and desires. For her, emphasis was on shared masturbation and being comfortable having orgasms as she pleased. For me, it was discussing many of my historical events: water sports, shared masturbation, 3 & 4 ways, tearing clothing.