From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: The Miss Daisy Chronicles 5 of 5 Making Miss Daisy: Extended   
   Family   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
   "I don't know what your destiny will be, but one thing   
   I know: the only ones among you who will be really   
   happy are those who have sought and found how to   
   serve."  Albert Schweitzer   
      
   Even as Tania was receiving the good news from Mrs.   
   Patel, Morgan was sitting at the kitchen table, a cup   
   of bitter coffee in his hand, listening to Flo's   
   expressions of concern about her daughter. Tania just   
   hadn't been the same since Scott's death. Her outgoing   
   nature had vanished, replaced by a more withdrawn and   
   secretive demeanour. Every meal had been an occasion   
   for a recounting of the day's events; now it took a   
   crowbar to pry a few morsels of information from her.   
   None of her daughter's friends came around any more   
   and Tania never seemed to visit them either.   
      
   School used a source of enjoyment for Tania. Even   
   thought she'd never been a great student, a "B" on the   
   report card a reason for congratulations, an "A"   
   brought celebration, she worked hard at her studies.   
   Flo wasn't used to receiving notes from school about a   
   lack of concentration and effort and even skipping   
   school altogether.   
      
   Open warfare hadn't broken out, at least not yet, but   
   Tania was increasing resentful of any sort of parental   
   control Flo tried to exercise.  They fought about what   
   was happening in school, about Tania's clothes, about   
   how much and what she was eating, even about her new   
   concentration on how she looked.   
      
   "The other day she moved the full-length mirrors from   
   her room and our room into the bathroom. She set them   
   up like you would in a dressing room so you can stand   
   in the middle and see how you look from every angle. I   
   accidentally walked in on her as she was pirouetting   
   to get the full view."   
      
   "Flo honey, kids her age are fashion conscious.  Hell,   
   I spent hours in front of the mirror when I was a   
   teenager and I'm a guy. There's nothing abnormal that.   
   At least she's paying attention to something even if   
   it is just how she looks."   
      
   Head shaking from side to side like a metronome, Flo   
   corrected Morgan.  "If it was just clothes I wouldn't   
   mind. When I opened the door, Tania didn't have a   
   stitch on. She wasn't seeing how that new blouse fit;   
   she was seeing how she looked in the nude.   
      
   "It's as though she doesn't care about anything any   
   more, not school, not her friends, not this farm, not   
   even me. Just her body and how big her tits are going   
   to be. I found an article under her mattress when I   
   made her bed last week, 'Thirty Days to Bigger   
   Breasts: A Ten Step Guide.' She tore it out of one of   
   those modern woman magazines," Flo said despondently.   
   "Morgan I just don't know what to do with her any more   
   and, heaven help me, I don't know how much longer I   
   can put up with this."   
      
   Carefully composing his face into an expression of   
   concern, one that hid his inner exaltation, Morgan fed   
   Flo a series of platitudes. It's tough being a kid   
   these days.  Tania's just going through a difficult   
   spell. A little rebellion is natural. She just needs   
   some space. Kids have to find their own way. You can't   
   live their life for them. She's still grieving over   
   Scott. Just give her some time.   
      
   It was more than grieving said Flo. "No, it's more   
   than that; she's in the process of becoming another   
   person entirely, and who she's turning into scares the   
   shit out of me."   
      
   That last remark puzzled Morgan. What does she means   
   she knows who Tania's turning into?  With all of the   
   wariness of a man testing his path for quicksand, he   
   probed a little farther.   
      
   At his questioning, Flo's hands started to shake;   
   spilling small splashes of coffee from the chipped   
   stoneware mug. Placing the offending crockery onto the   
   table, she took a breath to steady her nerves, then in   
   a voice more impersonal than any Morgan had heard her   
   use, Flo revealed a family secret.   
      
   "I'm talking about Millicent, the girl who used to be   
   my sister. She would have been Tania's Aunt Millie but   
   she couldn't control herself either.  It's a blood   
   curse that's run through the family for years; Tania   
   might be the latest victim."   
      
   "Flo, I just don't understand.  What the hell is all   
   this about a blood curse? What do you mean your sister   
   couldn't control herself? And why do you call her the   
   girl who was your sister? Why'd she leave, did she get   
   married or something? I'm totally in the dark here.   
   Obviously it's something pretty important to upset you   
   this way but I don't have a clue what you're talking   
   about."   
      
   Millicent was Florence's elder sister, the one she had   
   looked up to and loved during her childhood at least   
   until "When I was eleven, Millie would have been 15,   
   she left home and I never saw her again."   
      
   A tinge of impatience in his voice, there were facts   
   here he was unaware of, things he needed to know,   
   Morgan pushed the interrogation. "Damn it, I know she   
   left home, you already told me that?  Why and what   
   does this have to do with Tania?" Flo's unexpected   
   answer landed with the force of a heavyweight's punch.   
      
   "When my sister Millie was 15 she was converted into a   
   dairy cow. I think the same thing is going to happen   
   to Tania."   
      
   For one of the few times in his life, Morgan Dashwood   
   found himself without words as he sat stunned by Flo's   
   revelation, his thoughts as jumbled as leaves blown by   
   the wind. Nowhere in his plans had he taken this type   
   of bombshell into account. Tania's Aunt Millie, her   
   mother's sister, was a convert and her mom thought   
   Tania would be too.   
      
   Did that mean Flo would be more accepting of Tania's   
   following in her aunt's footsteps or would she fight   
   Morgan's hidden plans for her daughter all the harder   
   because of what happened to her sister? There had to   
   be a way to turn his to his advantage, he just had to   
   find the safe path through this haunted forest.   
      
   With a fresh mug of coffee in her hands, Flo began to   
   tell the tale.  Like Tania, Millie matured early, even   
   earlier than Tania. By six her breasts resembled a   
   pair of ripe plums glued to her skinny chest. Within a   
   year she was wearing a B-cup bra; less than another   
   year had passed before she moved up another size. Not   
   only larger than those of her contemporaries, her   
   mounds were super-sensitive. Just the brush of the   
   fabric could be enough to bring her nipples to   
   attention. Even adult men found their gazes wandering   
   to the vicinity of the second and third buttons of her   
   blouse.   
      
   Her "special friend" arrived before she was eleven,   
   but Millie's initial menstrual outflow had been   
   preceded by the insertion at least three of her other   
   "special friend's" cocks. After the onset of her   
   periods, her mother had put her on the pill. She knew   
   full well what Millie was up to and, although she   
   didn't approve, she also knew there was no controlling   
      
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