DAISY
by Raven

John Long was a seasoned field agent for the federal Bureau of Tobacco, 
Alcohol, and Firearms.  In that line of work, you tend to meet all types of 
interesting people.  John's particular speciality was undercover work, and he 
once even impersonated one of those radical separatists out in Montana.

Therefore, John was not overly surprised when his superior, Nate Brown, 
advised him that he was being sent out on another undercover assignment.  It 
was the nature of the assignment that he found odd.

"Let me get this straight, Nate.  You want me to go up into the Appalachians 
of Kentucky and catch a bunch of moonshiners?  Is this what I'm hearing?"

Nate came out from behind his desk to stand directly in from of his field agent . 
. . and friend.  Simultaneously, he sat on the front edge of the desk, placing his 
hand on John's shoulder.

"Johnny?  They aren't just a bunch of moonshiners.  Bootleg alcohol has turned 
into multi million dollar business, and our figures show that it is growing.  It 
seems that it's suddenly hip for tourists to buy white lightnin'.  The word has 
come down from above.  It's out of my hands.

"Why me?  Why now?"

"I could say that it's because you're our best field agent, or that I can only trust 
you because you are my friend.  That would be a lie.  The fact is, you grew up 
in Tennessee.  You can produce that type of accent at will, which makes you 
more likely to be accepted by the locals."

John grimaced.  Sometimes the truth hurt, although he would have never 
guessed that his voice, of all things, would get him into trouble.

"And the timing?"

"Dumb luck.  There are two main families that are responsible for the majority 
of the moonshine production.  They are the Hills and the Millers.  They have 
been competitors for years, maybe even generations.  Lately, the rivalry has 
spiraled downward into what you would call a good old fashioned shootin' 
war," answered Nate.

"A regular Hatfields and McCoys!" remarked John, sarcastically.

Nate laughed.  "I hadn't thought of that, but you are right.  Anyway, with the 
confusion and chaos, we thought this would be a good time to sense someone 
up there to, you know, get the lay of the land.  It's a precursor to a larger 
operation, so your role is recon and intelligence.  No arrests.  It's such a closed 
society up there that we need to know every facet of the operation before we 
can move.  We need to know the position of every still, and every refinery.  Do 
you understand, Johnny?"

John sighed.  There was no way to get out of this assignment.  He just hoped 
that it didn't turn into another Waco or Ruby Ridge!

"Okay.  I got it.  What's my cover?" conceded John.

Nate picked up a folder from his desk, handing it to John.

"Memorize that.  It's your new identity as John Hill.  It turns out that one of 
the Hill brothers from a generation ago left the family business, and moved to 
Tennessee.   That brother lost touch . . . it must have been some falling out!  
Anyway, you are the son of that brother, so you will be the first cousin, 
Johnny Hill.  You are a traveling salesman who will, just by luck, break down 
in the Hill area.  You'll be soooo surprised that you have relatives that you 
never knew about.  Your Daddy never told you about them.  Get the picture?"

"Completely," complained John.

"That should get you close enough to the family to be taken into their 
confidence.  Just . . . be careful.  Okay?  At the first sign of trouble, just get the 
Hell out of there."

John agreed, whole-heartedly.  "You have nothing to worry about on that 
score, Chief."

"I'll buy you a drink when you get back, Johnny."

"Nate, I'll but you a drink.  Moonshine!"

The two good friends got a jolly laugh out of John's joke.

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John drove the ramshackle jalopy that he had requisitioned from the forfeited 
vehicle compound.  It was dented, beat up, and generally not fit for operation.  
Th vehicle, if it could be called that, coughed and wheezed all of the way up the 
road that ran in front of the Hill house.

The house was set back quite a distance from the road.  It was partially 
obscured from the dense growth from the surrounding woods.  The road itself 
was a one lane, side road, that was detached from the main artery that ran into 
town.  The dwelling was isolated, to say the least.

When the car was in the perfect position, he triggered the minor explosive 
charge that was planted in the engine.  It wasn't enough to harm him, only 
destroy the motor.  It would also incinerate the detonator, leaving no evidence 
of the tampering.  The charge blew with a loud "BOOM," sounding much like 
the backfire of a muffler.

A cloud of black smoke billowed out from underneath the hood, as the 
shuddered to a stop.

John threw the remote trigger out the open driver side window into the 
underbrush on the other side of the road.  He scanned the immediate area to 
confirm that nobody witnessed this act.  The coast was clear.  Now it was time 
for scene one, act one.

He exited the driver's side, declaring loudly in his Tennessee accent, "Sonofa 
bitch!  Damned piece of fuckin' trash!"

John hoped that there would be somebody about to hear his tirade.  He 
slammed the car door sharply, and then walked around to the front of the heap 
to open the hood.  Once the hood was opened, even more black smoke poured 
forth.  There was a minor fire burning in the engine block.

He kicked out one of the headlights in a fake rage.  John cursed yet one more 
time, "Fuckin' piece o' shit!"

By this time, a boy of about 13 years of age was descending the long grassy 
slope the Hill house to the road.  He ran, as all boys do, to the car.

"What happened, Mister?" he asked in a thick Kentucky accent.

John looked the boy up and down.  He was clad in a dirty T-shirt, and old, 
torn jeans.  The jeans had holes in both of the knees, and were also rolled up at 
the bottom, so that they came only to mid-calf.  The boy wasn't wearing any 
shoes or socks.

If the Hills had as much money as was though, it certainly didn't show up in 
their wardrobe!

"Shouldn't y'all be in school, Son?" posited John, reverting easily into his 
native Tennessee twang.  Now that he was back in this area of the country, it 
just seemed to roll naturally off of his tongue.

"Nah.  Pa don' make me go to no school.  He say he teach me all I's need ta 
know hisself!"

Wonderful, thought John.  A family patriarch who keeps his children in place 
through lack of education.

"What's yoah name? Asked John of the lad, who was busy inspecting the 
ruined vehicle.

"Jed.  Jed Hill."

"Well, Jed.  As y'all can see, mah car is busted.  Ah don't suppose y'all got a 
phone up there in yoah house, so ah can call me a tow truck from town?

"Pa don' believe in no phones!"

This is even worse than I thought, worried John.

John stuck his hand out toward Jed.  "My name is John.  Friends call me 
Johnny.  I don' suppose y'all got a truck or car to take me into town?"

"We do.    Cept mah brothers got it up at the . . . ." he stopped in mid sentence.  
"They's out.  They won' be back until nightfall."

"I see," replied John.  He was close to pay dirt that time.  "Anyone up at the 
house I can talk ta?"

"Just me, Pa and Granny.  That's all.  Daisy be up there too,  ceptin' she don't 
talk none."

That was good enough for john.  The man who was supposed to be his uncle 
was there.  If he could convince him that he was a Hill, the rest would be easy.

John grabbed two suitcases from the back of the car.  One contained his 
wardrobe for this assignment, the other a set of encyclopedias that he was 
supposedly selling door to door.  John was already dressed in a short sleeved 
white shirt, loud striped tie, and obnoxious plaid pants.  He was the soul of a 
traveling salesman.

John had already made one sale to one of the townsfolk this morning.

"What's in them there bags, Johnny?"

"Well, Jed.  I'll tell yah.  One's mah clothes, an the other's a set o' books that 
can help yah.  I sell them door to door."

"You's a salesman?"  Jed's eyes lit up like a child on Christmas.

"Yup.  I'll show you mah books up there in yoah house.  Okay?  Mebe ah can 
talk to yoah Pa?"

"Shoah.   Cept ah can' read."

"It's easy.  I'll show ya," John promised.

"All right.  C'mon."

Jed led the way up to the house.

----------

Upon the wide porch of the house he encountered the senior Hill.  He was just 
rocking back and forth on a rocking chair, as casual as could be, whittling on a 
piece of wood.

John was mildly surprised to see him, as he had never made his presence 
known.  The older Hill would have seen all of John's actions from this vantage 
point.  He was dressed a little better than Jed, but had a thick white beard, and 
a shock of snowy hair.

"Y'all ain't gonna be drivin' that there car anytime soon, Mister," said the elder 
Hill, looking up.  He had that same thick backwoods accent.

"I know . . . Mister . . . ah . . . I don't know your name," indicated John, 
although in reality he did.

"Name's Hill . . . Jeremiah Hill.  What's yours, stranger?"

"Hill?  Really?  My name's also Hill . . . Johnny Hill."  The game was afoot.

Jeremiah cocked one bushy eyebrow.  He directed his full attention upon John.  
He had stopped whittling, and , for that fact, had stopped rocking.

"That there accent's Tennessee, ain't it?" questioned Jeremiah

"He's a book salesman, Pa." added Jed.

"You shut up Jed.  Get yoah ass in the house.  Get!" ordered Jeremiah.

Jed knew better than to argue, and dashed into the open door of the residence.

Jeremiah yelled after the boy, "Tell yoah Granny to make us some lemonade, 
Boy!"  He then turned his attention back to John.

"Yes, Sir," answered John.  "You got yerself a good ear for tongues, Mr. Hill."

"Y'all wouldn't be related to Harry Hill, now would ya?" interrogated the older 
man.

John broke into a wide beam of a smile.  Game, set, and match.  "He jus' be 
mah Pappy.  That's all."

"Boy, you an' I's related . . . ." smiled Jeremiah back.  He was missing a few 
teeth.

John did his best to act shocked by he revelation.  "That ain't possible, Sir.  
My Pappy never said nothin'  bout no kin."

"Nah, he wouldn't.  Stubborn as an ole' mule, he was.  We had us a good ole' 
brouhaha a while's back.  He stormed off ta Tennessee an' never did come back.  
Never knew what a' happened to  im."

"That means you're mah . . . ." John started to say.

"Ah's yoah uncle, Son.  Ah'm yoah Uncle Jeremiah.  Have a seat here boy, so's 
we can jaw  bout yoah Pappy.  How's the ole' dawg doin'."

John faked a solemn expression.  "Ah feel bad, Jeremiah.  Pappy done passed 
away  bout 2 years back.  If'n ah woulda known he had kin, ah woulda found 
ya fer the funeral."

"Mah brother Harry's dead?  He done kicked the bucket?"

"Yes, sir," responded John, sadly.  That much was true . . . Harry Hill was 
dead.  There would be no one to verify his story.  

"Ain't ya got no Ma, or brothers or sisters, Johnny?"

"Nope.  My Ma died 5 years ago.  Pa had no other kids an' ah'm the only 
child."

Jeremiah looked John up and down.  "Yo shoah don' look like no Hill thoughs!"

John was already armed for that challenge.  "Folks always said ah took after 
my Ma."

Jeremiah chuckled.  "Good thing.  Yoah Pa always was da ugly one o' the 
family."

They both laughed.  By and by, Jed brought them both a glass of lemonade.  
They sat there for a good hour or so, with Jeremiah questioning John on every 
aspect of Harry Hill's life.  John was able to handle each question easily, adding 
emotion here and there when appropriate.  It was enough to convince Jeremiah 
that he was the genuine article.  He knew that he has convinced the senior Hill 
when Jeremiah asked him a specific question.

"What're ya doing selling books doah ta doah there, Johnny?  That ain't no 
proper callin' for no Hill."

John had also anticipated that question.  He had formulated a response sure to 
trigger a guilt reaction.

"Mah Pappy left me wit' nothin'.  He done died pennyless.  So's ah got ta sell 
books door to door, y'all unnerstand?  A man's got to eat . . . y'know?"

Jeremiah slapped John on the back, "Yoah a Hill, Son.  We takes care o' our 
own.  No Hill gonna be sellin' no books.  Mebe we's got a family bizness y'all 
can help us in . . . ."

John was in!  He hade made Jeremiah guilty enough about his brother to invite 
his apparent nephew into  the fold.  The hard part was over, and now all that 
he had to do was play it cool!

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Jeremiah was giving John a tour of the Hill house.  Jed tagged along, right on 
their heels.

"Is Johnny really mah cousin, Pa?"

"I  spect so, Boy."

Jed tugged at John's sleeve.  "Just wait  til yoah meet all yoah aunties and 
uncles n' cuzins, Johnny.  Yoah shoah is gonna be surprised!"

"How much kin do ah have, Uncle Jeremiah?" questioned John.  He thought 
that he may as well start collecting intelligence now.

"Ah had me 5 brothers an' 2 sisters.  They's scattered all over these here hills . . 
.  ceptin' Harry o'course.  They all hadda passel o' kids that's yoah cousins.  
Y'all will get ta meet  em."

The house itself was deceptively large.  It extended far back into the woods, 
with hallways upon hallways, and rooms upon rooms.  They came to a 
sparsely furnished bedroom that prompted Jeremiah to say, "Y'all can put 
yoah stuff in this here room, Nephew.  This'll be yer room while yoah here wit 
us."

John went into the room, plopping the two suitcases that he had been carting 
onto the bed.  It felt good to unload his burden, for in truth, his arms were 
starting to burn from the exertions.  That done, he turned to see Jeremiah and 
Jed at the entrance to the room.

"Ah gots things to take care of for mah own sons get back, so's I'll leave ya in 
the hands o' yer cousin Jed ta show ya the rest o' the house.  Make yer self at 
home, Johnny.  You is home now.  I's a' gonna make it up to mah dead brother 
Harry by taking good care o' his only son."

"Thanks Uncle." smirked John.

"Jed.  You make shoah Johnny meets his Granny.  She shoah be looking 
forward to meeting the son o' her son, Harry."

"I will, Pa."

With that, Jeremiah disappeared, leaving only Jed and John.  Jed tugged at John 
sleeve one more time.

"C'mon Couzin Johnny.  I'll show you the rest o' the house.  It be so big, a 
person get lost in here."

So they went from room to room, seeing all there was to see.  The entire place 
was like a monument to hunting.  There were stuffed animals, trophies, and 
carcasses everywhere.  There was also the usual assortment of rural artifacts 
that John had grown up with.  All in all, the place was very rustic, and again 
nothing to suggest millions of dollars.

Eventually, they came across a closed door in the section where all of the 
bedrooms were.  In the entire tour, this was the only closed door that they had 
encountered.

"What's in there, Jed?"

"That there's Daisy's room."

John seemed to remember Jed mentioning a Daisy down by the road.  There 
was something about her not talking much."

"Who's Daisy?"

"She my sister, yoah couzin!"

"Can I meet her, Jed?"

"She's asleep, Johnny."

"Well?  When will she a be getting up?"  John thought it rather strange for 
someone to be sleeping in the late afternoon/early evening.

"Don' know.  She been sleepin' for a coupla days now.  Granny says somethin' 
be wrong inside her head."

That couldn't be good, thought John.  He wasn't related to this Daisy, but he 
certainly didn't want anything bad to happen to her. The girl may be in dire 
need of medical attention.  John put his hand on the door knob, and opened the 
door to the bedroom.  The room was as sparsely furnished as the other rooms, 
but there, laying peacefully on the bed, was the most beautiful, sexy girl that 
John had ever seen.

He glanced back at Jed, "Daisy?"

"Yup!"

"What happened to her?" quizzed Johnny, as he turned back to face the 
sleeping beauty.

She was dressed only in a pair of Daisy Duke shorts, and a cropped top, with 
off of the shoulder sleeves.  Daisy's legs were smooth and soft.  The had just 
the right amount of baby fat to be  devastatingly feminine.  Her bare stomach 
was flat, rising and falling with shallow breaths.  That was not her most 
prominent feature.  The skimpy top barely contained her massive bosom that 
stuck out at least 6 inches from her chest wall.

All John can do was just stare.

"Most men have tha' reaction ta Daisy," observed Jed.  "She shoah is pretty 
too."

Jed was correct.  Daisy's sweet face was soft, with pouting lips and a high 
cheekbone.  Unfortunately, it was a face that most men would believe never 
had an intelligent though.  She was the picture of raw, untainted beauty.  A 
dense crown of tousled golden hair, the color of a field of wheat in the summer, 
adorned her head.  Although it was hard to tell, as she was lying down, John 
would have guessed that it fell to about Daisy's mid back.

Judging from the relative sizes of things in the room, and her position on the 
bed, John estimated Daisy's height at 4'10", and her weight at about 95 lbs.  
She was very small.

John mentally kicked himself of his worship of this sleeping goddess.  He 
crossed over the room to the side of the bed, where he kneeled.  It was close 
enough to smell her scent.  It was intoxicating,  if not heavily laden with 
phermones.  It was all John could do to prevent himself from getting an 
erection.  He had to stay focused on the matter at hand.

He opened one of Daisy's eyelids to check her pupils.  They were fixed and 
dilated . . . definitely not good!  John didn't know much about medicine, but 
enough to recognize a coma when he saw it.  This girl should be in a hospital.

"What're ya doin' Johnny."

"Ah'm a jus' checking on cousin Daisy here.  She's inna coma, Jed.  She should 
be inna hospital."

"Nah. It's a okay.  Granny's takin' care o' her.  Granny's the best healer in these 
here parts."

John ran his hand up and down the beauty's dewy cheek.  He just felt 
compelled to touch her.  What he really wanted to do was to kiss her plump, 
kissable lips, or to squeeze those glorious breasts.  He wondered if God had 
ever made such an overtly, naturally sexual creature before? 

"What does Granny say's wrong wit' her?"

"She say Daisy's mind go on vacation somewhere's.  She said the body is still a' 
livin', but Daisy . . . she gone.  It makes me sad . . . an' happy at the same 
time."

"I don' unnerstand, Jed?"

"Ah'm sad  cause ah'll miss mah sister.  She was sweet n' always nice ta me.  
Ah'm happy cause mebe she be at peace."

John had a confused look on his face because he still didn't understand.  Jed 
picked up on that, and continued with his explanation.

"Daisy weren't to bright upstairs.  Pa n' Granny always say she were . . .  
tarded."

"Retarded?" corrected John.

"Yeah.  That be it.  They say it'be  cause Daisy's ma is Pa's sister, my auntie 
Ruth.  That happen a lot in these here parts, Johnny."

That's just fucking great, thought Johnny.  This poor child was the innocent 
victim of genetic inbreeding.  The same genes that gave her the ultra feminine 
exterior also gave her a very limited brain capacity.

"Was there anything else wrong wit' her, Jed?  You said somethin' about her 
not a talkin'."

"Pa say it because she . . . moot?"

Again, John corrected.  "You mean mute?"

"Thats a what ah said!" replied a frustrated Jed.

John continued to lovingly stroke the girls cheek and brow.  "Tell me what 
happened to her, Jed."

Jed hesitated.  "Uh . . . Daisy always did like  dem boys.  Couln' keep her 
hands offen them.  Anyways . . . she supposed ta be married of ta Billy Miller 
o' the Miller clan . . . tomorrow ah think.  Pa, he done catch he wit'` another 
boy n' go to punish her.  Da marriage supposed ta end the Hill-Miller fued fer 
good.  When pa hit her, she fall n' been like this since."

John was appalled.  Jeremiah was going to give his retarded daughter away to 
the rival clan to settle a fued.  From appearances, a highly sexed, nubile, yet 
mentally challenged daughter.  And when that was threatened . . . he hit her.  
John's blood boiled.  He felt oddly protective of the girl.

"That's when Granny tell us that Daisy gone fer good.  Pa had ta tell the 
Millers that de wedding off.  He don' give dem no reason, an' they know Daisy 
still alive.  That start up'n the fued worse den ever."

That solved one mystery for John, but not another.

"How did Granny know that Daisy was gone?" inquired John.

"Granny like that.  She's a legend in these here hills.  She can read yoah mind if 
she can touch ya wit' her hands.  She be doin' it ta me all the time."

John's ears perked up.  A telepath?  He had always heard theories about them, 
but had never actually read anything about a confirmed case.  He had no doubt 
that they existed.  If the would exist anywhere, it could be here, where 
inbreeding could produce aberrant mutants.  There were probably none in such 
a delightful combination as Daisy.  She was obviously a mutant of a sexual 
nature.

In any case, John had to steer a wide path around Granny.  In the event that 
she was a real telepath, she could easily blow his cover.

Jed pulled on John's arm.  "C'mon.  There're other things ta see, sides Daisy.  
Ya got ta meet yoah Granny."

"Mebe latter, Jed.  Lets go see them huntin' trophies.  Bet you bagged some of  
em."

That appealed more to Jed's taste, than seeing his old Granny.  He squealed in 
glee, "You bet.  I shot me an 8 point buck last year.  Ah'll who ya."

That potential disaster was averted.   John, however, pressed on for more 
information about Daisy.

"How old's yer sister, Jed?"

"She jus' turned 17 las' month.  We hadda big party n' all.  She hadda lots fun 
there."

"How did she get hooked up wit' Billy Miller?"

"He always have a crush on  er, ever since we're little kids.  He hadda have  er 
n' tole' his Pa.  Mr. Miller tole' mah Pa that he'd end the fued if'n he gave Daisy 
ta Billy as a bride.  Pa said he'd a do it.  We were all kinda happy fer Daisy.  
Everyone says that Billy's got the biggest damned prick in these here parts.  It 
woulda given Daisy somethin' tha' she really likes.  The boys round here used 
ta call her the Daisy Chain, ya know?  She shoah couln' keep her hand off'n the 
boys!"

That was enough information for now.  John had located a talkative source of 
information, so it served his best interests to keep Jed happy.  He decided that 
for the next couple of hours he would let these issues rest.  He would just have 
fun with Jed.

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Avoiding Granny proved to be a lot harder than John first though.  Every now 
and then, he heard her voice inquiring to her self where he and Jed were?  Once, 
he even got a glimpse of the Hill family matriarch from around a corner.  She 
was a weathered old woman with wispy gray-blue hair, that was packed neatly 
into a bun.  From a causal inspection, she could have ranged anywhere from 80 
to 110 years old . . . it was difficult to tell.  However, judging from the 
apparent age of Jeremiah, he would have to place her into the latter portion of 
that range.

The old woman was slightly stooped over, showing the infirmities of her 
advanced age.  Granny wore either bi-focals or tri-focals that were perched 
precariously at the end of her nose.  Her clothes were also as rustic as the other 
two Hills', and if pressed, John would have to admit that she looked a lot like 
Granny on "The Beverly Hillbillies!"

The sun was starting to set on the western horizon, and the fading light filtered 
diffusely into the large living room.  The room was filled to bursting with the 
hunting trophies of the Hill family.  Homemade furniture, and various other 
furnishings, were liberally placed throughout the room.

John and Jed heard Granny exclaim aloud, "Tarnation!  Where are them boys?  
Well, I guess ah'll be seein' them at supper, anyways.  Ah'd best be gettin' ti 
fixin' the vittles . . . ."

The last statement cemented the "Beverly Hillbillies" image in John's mind.  He 
and Jed heard Granny shuffle on down the hall toward what he imagined was 
the kitchen.  They glanced at each other and laughed . . . John was safe for the 
time being.

"She shoah is wantin' ta meet ya, Johnny.  Why is we playin' hide n' seek wit' 
her?"

"Jed?  Ah'll tell ya.  This is a lot fer me ta take in on one day.  Ah jus' learned 
ah have a family ah never knew about.  It's kinda a lot, y'know?"

"Yeah . . . I guess.  Jus wait till my other brothers get here.  Then you's really 
gonna have a tough time!"

Almost on cue, the two of them heard a truck driving up the dirt driveway to 
the Hill house.  John went to the large living room window, looked out, and 
saw a beat up pick up truck rumble up in a cloud of dust.   Jed joined him at 
the window.

"They be mah brothers . . . and yoah cuzins, Johnny."

They both saw Jeremiah meet a group of younger men, that piled out of the 
truck.  John did a quick head count.  There were 6 other males, of varying 
shapes, sizes, and ages.  Jeremiah was excitedly explaining something to the 
boys, after which they all, en masse, dashed up the steps into the house.

Seconds later, John heard a new male voice call out, "JED?  WHERE IS YOU?"

Jed yelled back, "WE'S A HERE IN THE SITTIN' ROOM . . . ."

There was a thunder coming down the hall, much like a stampede of wild 
animals.  Suddenly, 6 guys appeared in the entranceway to the liiving room.

The one who by appearance was the oldest, and the leader, gazed at John.  
"You mus' be Cuzin Johnny!"

John smiled at the group of men.  The speaker was in his late twenties to early 
thirties.  The others 5 ranged downward in gradations of 2 to 3 years.  The 
speaker was not the biggest of the Hill brothers, but was clearly the one to 
which the others deferred.

"That'd be me," confirmed John.

"Well ah'll be," declared one of the younger Hills, who was also the largest.

The older Hill brother walked forward, extending his hand in brotherhood to his 
apparent cousin.  "Ah'm Jake.  These here r' mah brothers, Ben, Denny, Jude, 
Jack, and Jerry."  

He pointed each of the brothers out, as he ticked off their names.  John noted 
that the large one was Jude.  He would have to make a special point of 
becoming friendly with that one, just in case there was trouble.  That was a 
primary law of survival . . . always make friends with the one which appears to 
be your physical superior.  John knew from experience that this made a big 
difference in a firefight.

The brothers all surrounded John, demonstrating their glee with a new family 
member with various gestures of friendship.  There was a hug here, a slap on 
the back there . . .   

The group all took seats, whereupon they spent the next hour getting to know 
one another.  John made a point of sitting close to Jude, which upset Jed 
somewhat.  Jed was obviously feeling possessive of John, since he was the 
first one to speak to him!  Anyway, they talked about everything under the 
son, but mostly they were interested in hearing about their long lost Uncle 
Harry.

It was a good thing that John had memorized all of the details of the dossier 
like Nate suggested.  All of the information came in handy.

Unexpectedly, Jake stated, "Pa tole me ta take y'all out to the family bizness 
tomorrow.  He wants ta git ya involved in the bizness . . . thinks since ya can 
read we can do better."

John made a mental note of the fact that none of the Hills could read.  This 
Jeremiah Hill was one piece of work!  He had a ready made labor force just by 
breeding, that he could trust, and keep in place through the lack of education.  
It was the perfect set up to run a moonshine operation.  It was time for John to 
press on a little bit further.

"Whas' the family business, Jake?" queried John.

"You ever hear a' somethin' called white lighnin'?"

"That's moonshine ain't it?" replied John, playing along.

"Yup, it is!  We's the biggest makers o' moonshine in these here parts.   Cept 
the Millers'd say they were.  We n' the rest o' the Hills gots still all over the 
mountain, but this part o' the family runs the refinery.  All o' the other Hills 
still it, n' bring it on over ta us.  Me n' mah brothers here refine it, n' then sell it.  
Pa wants ya ta help us!"

Bulls eye, cheered John mentally.  Now he was all of the way in, but he had to 
act enthused . . . not overly excited.

"That sounds kewl, Cousin Jake.  That'd be fun . . . a lot better'n bein' a 
salesman."

"Sure enuff," commented Jude, slugging John in the arm.  "We'll all have us a 
heap a' fun!"

Out of nowhere, they all heard the jangling of some type of bell or chime.  John 
turned to the rest of the group to ask the question, "What's that."

"Tha's jus' Granny wit the supper bell," indicated one of the other Hills.  John 
thought that it may be Ben, although it was very hard to keep track of them all.  
"Vittles is on!"

They all started to assemble out of the sitting room to start their trek toward 
the dinner table.  John hung back for just a second.  He was understandably 
nervous, as he would finally have to meet Granny, and he would no doubt be 
the topic of conversation at the table.

"Ain't ya comin' Cuzin Johnny?" inquired Jude curiously.  "Y'all got ta be 
powerful hungry."

"I'm a' comin' Jude.  I'm a coming."

----------

When they all got to the table, Granny was nowhere to be seen.  It was 
Jeremiah who seated John between Jude and Jed.  It occurred to John that an 
awful lot of these Hills had names that began with the letter "J."  He wondered 
why?

Granny came through the side door carrying the last two plates of food.  She 
carefully sat them down on the table where there was a clear space.  The table 
was a veritable feast of meat, vegetables, bread and whatnot.

"Hope everybody likes roast  possum.  This bein' a special  ccasion  n' all."

Apparently roast  possum, as Granny put it, was a delicacy in these parts.  
Judging by positive reception by the other diners, it was.  John had to try hard 
to hide his revulsion, and his poor stomach was doing flip flops.  They all 
started to dig in.

Jeremiah informed Denny, at least John thought it was Denny, "Boy, it's yoah 
turn to mush up'n the food n' feed Daisy wit' the funnel."

"Awww, Pa.  That's gross . . . ."

That solved another mystery . . . how Daisy was able to survive while in a 
coma.

Jeremiah drew his hand back into the threat of a backhand.  "Don't you sass me 
none, Boy."

"Sorry, Pa."

They all resumed eating, except for Granny and John.  John suddenly had a 
loss of appetite, while Granny was busy scrutinizing John.  John felt the 
hackles on the back of his neck rise, an honed instinct that somebody was 
starting at him.  He knew just where to check, and his eyes instantly went to 
Granny's.  John hadn't noticed it before, but Granny had the most brilliant blue 
eyes . . . they were icy .
.
. disturbing!

"So you's Harry's boy, ain't ya?" posed Granny.   The rest of the Hills turned 
to hear John's answer.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I ain't no ma'am.  Jus' call me Granny."

"I'm sorry Ma," noted Jeremiah, showing respect for his mother.  "Ah shoulda 
introduced ya right away.  This here's yoah grandkid Johnny Hill."

Granny didn't look away, but continued to closely inspect John.  Those blue 
eyes never blinked once.  It was almost like she was looking for something.  
Jeremiah apparently knew what that something was.

"Why don' ya go give yoah sweet Granny a hug, Johnny?"

It was obvious.  Granny was trying to use her telepathic senses to determine if 
John was really all that he said he was.  She needed to touch him, according to 
Jed, so Jeremiah was just trying to facilitate that contact.  Little did Jeremiah 
know that Jed had already told John the truth of the situation.  John put up an 
effort to avoid the contact, knowing that he couldn't put it off forever.

"Uncle Jeremiah.  I is all dirty n' sweaty.  Can' we jus' wait til later?" requested 
John.

"No dirt gonna hurt Granny.  Now you go n' give her a hug."

Jeremiah, ever the suspicious one, put down his fork to glare at John.  He 
wasn't playing.  An hesitation now would be tantamount to an admission that 
he was lying.  John nodded, with a smile, pushing his chair back from the table. 
Slowly, ever so slowly, he arose.

John's mind was spinning.  What could he do?  The Bureau never trained 
anyone on how to block a telepathic probe.  He had to think quick!  The only 
thing that John could think to do was to just clear his mind . . . think of nothing 
at all.

He neared Granny, taking a deep breath.  He bent over, and wrapped his arms 
around the elderly lady.  She did the same, through which their skin came into 
contact.  Everybody paused.

At first, there was no change in expression from Granny. Then her eyes grew 
very wide, with an look of extreme anger.

"He's an imposter," she declared to the rest of her family.  "He's a fuckin' fed."

John backed way rapidly from the table, and turned to run.  He never got the 
chance because he was tackle by one of the larger Hills . . . probably Jude.  
Now John was all instinct, and his martial arts training kicked in.

Now John had faced many combatants in his illustrious career, and they 
usually had some type of defense training themselves.  For the most part John 
was on equal footing with those he fought.  He normally came out of those 
contests on top.  The Hills were a different matter altogether.  They were 
aggressive and tenacious fighters, but they were undisciplined.  As a result, 
John was able to handle them all very easily.  In a matter of a few minutes, all 
of the Hills were on the floor licking their bleeding wounds.  Others groaned in 
pain.

The table was overturned, with the evening's feast scattered everywhere.  John 
stood in triumph by the wide window of the dining room.

John was about to say something to the Hills, when a shot rang out from 
behind him.  There was the sound of shattering glass, and then a searing pain in 
his right shoulder.  John fell to the floor in a heap, knowing that he had been 
shot.  The only thing which he did not know was the identity of the shooter.  
All of the Hills were accounted for.

Amidst this sea of confusion, John heard Jeremiah clarify the situation with 
just one word, "MILLERS!"

Jake sang out, "Get the guns . . . ."

People were running everywhere with the exception of John.  He still lay on 
the floor, but blood was starting to spurt from his wound.  Surprisingly, 
Granny was nearby, and came over to John.  Without any hesitation 
whatsoever, she grabbed a cloth napkin, applying pressure to the wound.

"Jude?" she ordered the biggest Hill.  "Carry this lousy fed inta one o' the 
bedrooms."

"But Granny," protested Jude.  "I got's ta help fight off'n them Millers."

"You can git ta that.  First you's gonna do what I says."

Jude scooped John up into his arms and carried him off to one of the 
bedrooms.  John was starting to grow dizzy from lack of blood, and as such, 
could not tell which room he was taken to.  That room didn't meet with 
Granny's approval.

She said to Jude, "Wait a second, Jude.  Your Granny's got herself an idea here.  
Take  im to Daisy's room.  Ah think ah got's us a way ta end this feud once an' 
fer all.  Then I want ya ta go n' get yer Pa."

Jude did as he was told, this time without question.  Soon, they were all 
standing in Daisy's room.  Unfortunately, as weak as he was, John didn't have 
a chance to look at the object of his affection.  He wouldn't have long to wait.

"Where do ya wan' me to put  im Granny?"

"Lay  im right next to Daisy.   The bed's big enough."

Again, Jude did as he was told.  John felt himself being carefully laid upon the 
bed.  He felt a warm body beside him, touching him.  He smelled her 
intoxicating fragrance . . . as sweet as a summer's day. John rolled his head to 
one side to see the form of Daisy.  Her head was even with his, but he could 
feel her small feet touching his upper thigh.  She was so short, that her feet 
only came up to that level.

John looked a little lower with his eyes to catch a glimpse of Daisy's 
mountainous breasts.

Jude left to go get Jeremiah, leaving only John and Granny.

Granny whispered to John, "We is gonna take good care of you Mr. Federal 
Man.  Yes we is.  You wanna be one o' the Hills so bad, we gonna give ya yoah 
wish!"

Granny cackled to herself, but John had no idea what she meant by that 
comment.  He still felt compelled to reason with her.  He was too weak, from 
loss of blood to do anything else.  In the background, he could here the sounds 
of a gunfight between the Hills and the Millers.  He could just imagine 
overturned furniture for barricades, and his hosts shooting out the windows at 
their unseen enemy like some western movie.

Granny put her wrinkled hands on either side of John's temples.  She told 
John, "First we is gonna find out what yoah is here fo'.  Why you come bother 
mah family."

"Please Granny.  I haven't done anything to your family.  Just let me leave 
peacefully . . . my agency will come looking for me."

"Shhhh, Johnny.  Y'all be quiet now.  Every'ting gonna be all right, n' Granny 
gonna fix everythin'."

He could actually feel the presence of Granny in his mind.  Absolutely 
everything was open to her, and he had no defenses.  She learned all about his 
real identity, the Bureau, and what his mission was, breaking contact only 
when Jeremiah entered the room.

"Wha'   ya wan', Ma?  We's got a fight goin' on here."

"This more important.  He gonna help us stop'n the fightin'."

Jeremiah laughed.  "Howza he gonna do that, Mama?  The man kin hardly 
stand, let alone fight."

"Son. Does ya remember what ah did to y'all back when ya was a kid?"

Jeremiah looked confused, and John could tell from the look on his face that he 
didn't have any idea what Granny was talking about.

"The time ah caught ya kickin' the dawg . . . ."

The dawn of recognition lit up Jeremiah's eyes.  "That was the time ya put me 
inta the dawg's body fer a spell . . . ."  Jeremiah stopped in mis-sentence to 
look at the disparate bodies of John and Daisy laying side by side.

What is Granny talking about, though John.  He felt so tired.  You can't put a 
person inside a dog, he idly pondered.

"Yer not thinkin' who' ah think yer thinkin' am I, Ma?"

"Ah thinks so."

"Ya can't!  That's mah daughter Daisy."

"A girl ya prett'n enuff killed.  She ain't never gonna wake up no how's.  Ah 
done tole' ya that."

"Ya think it'll work, Ma?  Ya ain't done that inna spell?"

"Worth a try, Son.  Got's nothing ta lose, n' if it a work, we can end the feud . . 
. if ya get my meanin'."

"I get's ya, Ma!  Seems ta be a good punishment for  im who was he?"

John didn't have any idea what they were talking about, but could tell that it 
was quite serious.  He was starting to grow worried.  He tried to stay alert 
while Granny told Jeremiah everything that she had learned from the mind 
scan.  It prompted Jeremiah to comment.

"Yer filthy feds takin' advantage of the feud to get the Hills.  Now yer gonna be 
the one to end the feud.  Git on wit' in Granny."

"O-on with w-what?" John manage to get out, weakly.

As Granny placed one hand on the brow of John and another on the that of 
Daisy, Jeremiah grinned.  He said, "You is  bout to become mah only daughter 
Daisy . . . you is."

Then it was all too clear to John.  Granny's telepathic power, putting Jeremiah 
in the dog . . . Granny could do body switches with the power of her mind.  
The intended to put him into the body of Daisy!

"NO!!" John screamed, even as his surroundings began to fade to black.

----------

John's eyes fluttered open in time to see Jude, who had again entered the room, 
carrying off a large male body.  John didn't feel pain in his shoulder anymore.

He looked at the body that Jude was carrying.  He recognized it, but it was so 
very hard to think . . . it was hard to hold a thought in his head.  That's me, 
thought John!  He's carrying me!

John struggled to understand.  How could Jude be carrying him, when he was 
over here on the bed.  How could it be . . . it was all too . . . confusing?

John tried to sit up and say, "Hey! Wait a minute!" but nothing came out of his 
mouth.  Suddenly, all of his senses were overwhelmed with new . . . and wild 
sensations.  There was long golden hair in his eyes, and a tremendous weight 
upon his chest pulling him forward.

John attempted to reach up with one of his hands while he propped himself up 
on the elbow of his other hand.  The second that he did, it was obstructed by a 
huge, soft growth on his chest.  He looked down to see what the problem was, 
to somehow make sense of all of this, and there before his eyes were the 
humongous breasts of Daisy Hill.  He was dressed in her short, off the 
shoulder top, and incredibly short shorts.  Although he could barely see over 
those breasts, he just caught sight of Daisy bare, womanly legs.

B-but they look like my legs now, panicked John, as he tried to comprehend.  
It was so hard to think now.  He knew he was John Long, he just knew it, but 
how could he be here inside of Daisy?

"It worked, Ma!" Jeremiah exclaimed excitedly.  "She's awake."

"That she is, Jeremiah."

John could hear what the were saying, could even understand them, yet all he 
could do was look down at his big breasts.  There was something about those 
breasts . . . something he wanted to do to them . . . if he could only remember.  
It was just so . . . hard.  Then a little snippet of a memory flittered across his 
shredded mind.  There was something about . . . squeezing them.

He raised one and onto a breast, curiously squeezing it.  It felt so good, and the 
reaction was instantaneous.  The nipples of both breasts begin to swell and 
harden.  They were very large nipples too.  The engorged nipples could clearly 
be seen through the thin material of Daisy's top.

Unfortunately, this only made John more disoriented.  He had never felt this 
way in his entire life, but why?  Wasn't he a . . . girl?  John's thought were in 
turmoil because he could see his body, and knew it was Daisy.  He was Daisy.  
Yet . . . he remembered John Long's entire life.  He recognize the body in Jude's 
arms, who had paused in the doorway to watch, as his own.  The confused 
played out upon his new face.

"Ma?  What's wrong wit' her?  Does she know who she be?  Does she know 
who she was?"

"Y'all be quiet now, Jeremiah, n' let her be.  Johnny has Daisy's  tarded brain 
now.    Course she gonna be a lil' confused.  It'd be a little like tryin' ta fit the 
content o' a real big box inta a shoe box.  Cain't fit everythin' in.  I  spect  bout 
right now parts of her memory as John are going past her mind n' then just 
driftin' away like a dandelion on a summer breeze.  Gone forever."

John heard what Granny was saying, and it all came back to him.  He had been 
the man tha Jude was carrying.  Granny had caught him, and switched him with 
the comatose Daisy.  He was Daisy now . . . and . . . well was having trouble 
thinking.  John tried to scream, but again, nothing came out.

Granny rushed over to John in Daisy's body.  As she did, she said to Jude, 
without looking, "You git that body out'n here.  Cain't y'all see it upsettin' her.  
She be needin' to accept bein' Daisy now!"

"What'll I do wit it, Pa?"

Jeremiah answered, straightaway, "Take it out in the back ta the dawgs.  Let  
em have it . . . they eat it real good!"

John heard the direction of Jeremiah, understood it, despite his limited brain, 
and tried to scream again.  It was no use.

Granny was at his side now.  She put her hand on his head, and began to stroke 
his long tousled hair. Granny tried to comfort John in a soothing voice, while 
sounds of the gun battle with the Millers rage in the background.  Jude 
disappeared from the doorway with his old body.

"Hush now, Chile'.  You is Daisy now . . . there ain't no gettin' around that.  
Might as well git used to it, an' the worst'll be done.

John shook his head no, in an attempt to communicate his unwillingness to 
accept the situation.  He only succeeded in getting the long hair in his eyes and 
mouth, and settting his massive bosom to jiggling.  The feelings were so . . . 
alien.

"Yes, Chile.  You ain't got no other choice now.  Your other body is dead wit' 
the real Daisy inside o' it.  Ya can't hold all o' yerself in side her slow mind 
now.  Jus' let it all go, an' y'all be a lot better.  Jus let it go, an you can be 
Daisy.  You be a real Hill now."

Tears began to leak from John's pretty little eyes.  Granny was right.  Try as 
he might he couldn't hold on to all that he was, and even now, as the seconds 
passed, he felt parts of himself just slip away.  It was trying to grab sand, in 
that the harder you squeezed, the more that slipped through your fingers.   He 
ended up hugging Granny for comfort, burying his new face into her shoulder.  

John could feel his overly large breasts press into Granny.

Granny looked at Jeremiah who was still in the doorway, saying, "Daisy be 
okay now!  You go an' tell the Hills the weddin's on tomorrow.  The weddin's 
on!"

John hearing the last tried to break away, but Granny held on.  She whispered, 
"Shhhhh.  It okay, Chile.  You gonna be a bride tomorrow . . . purtiest bride I 
ever did see.  You come up here to break up the Hills, but now ya gonna end 
the feud fer us.  Jus accept yer new life, Daisy."

John was so confused, and having such a hard time processing information with 
his damaged brain, that all he could do was cry.

He heard Jeremiah dashing down the hall, yelling, "EEEE HAW!  WEDDIN'S 
ON!"

----------

In a matter of minutes, John could hear the gunfire stop, followed by a heart 
round of cheers.  Try as he might, he couldn't understand why?  In the last few 
minutes, he had lost a lot of himself.  Granny's urging to just let go, made him 
relax, and it all just . . . went away.

Granny separated from the hug.  "Now Daisy it won't do no go ta try an' tell 
people who'n ya really are.  Ya can' talk no more, an' folks  round these here 
parts can' read.  Jus' won' do no good.  Now you jus' stand up so's you can go 
out an' see yer brothers."

Granny stood up, and then pulled John up on his feet.  He could sense that his 
balance was different than it was before.  Everything looked so high or tall to 
him now, and even Granny was taller than him now.  He could feel the long 
hair fall into place about his shoulders and back without fuss.

John felt Granny take his hand to lead him out of what was his . . . new room?  
Out in the hall, the rest of the Hill clan were gathered around, wearing happy 
smiles.  The surrounded their new sister.

Jake asked Granny, "That's really Johnny inside a' Daisy's body?"

"That be so, Jake.   Cept y'all gotta call her Daisy.  The sooner she git used ta 
bein' Daisy the better.  In a little while's there won't be enuff of Johnny in that 
brain ta matter much no how.  So's you all gonna treat her like yer sister."

One of the younger, bigger Hills came right up to John.  He was sporting 
multiple bruises, cuts, and damage from the fight with John, and he wasn't in a 
good mood. He towered over the small, young girl.

"Aww c'mon, Granny.  Ah be owing that imposter a lil' payback.  Now that he 
be in Daisy's body, I reckon ah can hurt  im real good."

Granny pushed him away from John.  "Y'all heard me.  Any y'all hurt a hair on 
her head, ya gots ta deal wit' me.  Ah'll be putting y'all in a dawg, a cat, a cow, 
or some such.  Unnerstand?"

They all emphatically nodded their head in the affirmative.

"That go fer you too, Jeremiah.  No more hittin' yer daughter.  That what got 
us inta this shootin' feud inna first place."

Jeremiah also nodded.

John was trying to follow the conversation, but it was so very difficult now.  
All that he could understand was that these men were mad at him for some 
reason.  He didn't want anybody to be mad at him.  He was just so distracted 
from the strange new sensations that he was experiencing.  He seemed to 
understand that he was smaller and weaker than everybody else now.  He just 
couldn't get over how his boobies bounce up and down as he walked.  Then 
there was the way his hairless thigh slid past each other as he walked, with 
nothing else between the junction of those legs.  John didn't know why his hips 
were swaying back and forth . . . only that he couldn't stop it.

There was something else too.  Something that he couldn't quite put his finger 
on, in his current condition.  However, there was something about all of these 
men.  Their presence, their size, and especially their smell, made him feel funny 
all over.  He could feel his large nipples growing hard again.  There was a 
delicious wet warmth in his crotch.  Something made him want to touch these 
men, but it was wrong . . . wasn't it?   They were his . . . brothers?

While John was experiencing all of these new feelings, trying to make sense of 
it all, Granny continued to give the Hills their marching orders.  "We have ta git 
Daisy here  round thing that'd make her feel at home.  We got ta git her  round 
boys so's the body'll do the rest.  Ah think's that once she git inta boys we gots 
nuthin' ta' be worried  bout."

Jake interrupted his Granny.  "The Millers tole' us the wanna have a pre 
weddin' barn dance down at the Zooks' place.  They say it's neutral turf.  They 
even say they'd bring the fixin's since they busted up our supper."

"That's perfect.  Jakey, ya gots ta make sure Daisy git hooked up wit' some 
boy there.  The rest o' y'all distract the rest o' the Millers,  specially Billy.  If'n 
Daisy have sex wit' a boy, ah'm sure she'll be okay."

John had no idea what they were all talking about.  They were using such big 
words that he didn't understand.  They only thing that he did seem to 
comprehend was that he would just die if someone didn't touch his pretty 
boobies soon.  He felt such pressure in his little cunny.

He could only smile as Jake took his hand to lead him out of the house into the 
pickup truck.

----------   
 
Jeremiah and Granny watched from the porch as the pickup truck drove off in 
another cloud of dust.  They had decided not to go to the barn dance as, in the 
words of Granny, "Such things is fer young folk."

They were each just thankful that the boys had the horse sense to put the new 
Daisy in the cab beside Jake, rather than in the bed of the truck with the rest.  
The boys, except for the one, appeared to be adapting well to having their little 
sister back.  That was a little surprising since Daisy's nubile body was now 
animated by the fading mind of John.

Granny and Jeremiah took their normal evening places in their respective 
rocking chairs.  As if on cue, each took out their corn cob pipes to pack it with 
loose tobacco.  Jeremiah showed his mama some respect by lighting her pipe 
before lighting his own.

"Ya shoah this gonna work, Ma?  I ain't so shoah."

Granny gave her first born son a dismissing flip of her wrist.  "Ain't nuthin' ta 
worry  bout, Son.   Wit each passin' second the girl losin' a little mo' o' her ole' 
self.   She can' communicate wit' no one.  Once she start doin' what her body 
say to do . . . what natural fer her . . . there be no thinkin' at all.  She just be the 
same ole' dumb Daisy we used to.  When she git  round dem boys at the barn 
dance, ah  magine it'd be real hard fer her ta keep her hands off'n the boys jus' 
like the real Daisy used ta."

Jeremiah started to laugh.

"What's so funny, Son?"

"Just thinkin', Ma.  Bet Johnny never thought he'd end up wit his legs spread 
fer a guy, or havin' a big prick in his mouth when he came pokin'  round here."

Granny joined into the laughter.  "You's right. Tis' funny after all.  But we gots 
ta start thinkin' of her as Daisy.  Cain't afford no slip ups at the weddin' 
tomorrow."

"Hey, Ma?  What if'n she still remember who she was tomorrow, n' try'n skip 
out on the wedding?"

Granny pondered that question for a second.  Then she moved her hand to the 
right so that her hand rested upon the 12-gauge shot gun that was propped 
there.

"Ah'd say that Ole' Bertha here'd have somethin' ta say  bout all o' that!" she 
grinned.

Jeremiah laughed again. "First time ah ever did see a girl go ta her own shotgun 
weddin'."

They cackled again, wondering how the new Daisy was doing.

----------

The Hills pickup truck drove up to the Zooks' barn.  There were other trucks 
parked outside the barn, but the large barn door itself was wide open.  It 
showed the merriment inside that always seemed to accompany the end of a 
feud.  There was a square dance already going on inside, and the Hills could see 
tables of vittles lined up on the inside.  Jake recognized many of the Miller 
vehicles, as well as those of the other parts of the Hill clan.  Jake gathered the 
brothers around in a circle before going into the dance.

Meanwhile John stood beside Jake trying to figure out what all of the noise and 
commotion was.  Everybody seemed to be so happy, but he knew this was all 
wrong . . . somehow.  He shouldn't be here in this place . . . in this body.  He 
struggled to remember what his name used to be.

The signals that his voluptuous body was sending him kept interrupting his 
ability to think.  The close proximity to so man men made his breasts and 
crotch start to tingle again.  John felt a pressure starting to build again that 
needed to be released . . . somehow.  His poor besieged mind didn't have the 
slightest clue, but his body sure remembered.

John started to unconsciously began to rub his flat sex through the front panel 
of his short shorts.  It felt soooo good!

Jake slapped John's hand away from his groin.  "Now you stop that Daisy.  
Ain't proper in mixed company."

Tears started to leak out of John's eyes, but Jake tenderly brushed them away.

"Ah'm sorry, Daisy.  Ah didn' mean to yell at yer.  Ah'm gonna get you taken 
care of right way.  Then ya be okay.  Okay?"

John didn't understand all of those big words.  However, he did seem to grasp 
that his . . . brother was trying to be nice to him.  Therefore he nodded back.  
John stopped doing the thing that made the man slap her hand.

"Alright then.  Ah'm gonna git Daisy here hooked up wit' Danny Zook.  He 
always did have a hankerin' fer Daisy anyways.  Ah'll make up sumthin'.  Y'all 
keep the Millers occupied.  Tell  em it's bad luck fer the groom ta see the bride 
on o' the night before the weddin'.  Hill family tradition or somethin'.  Just keep  
em way from me an' Daisy here."

The rest of the Hills agreed with comments of varying degrees.  That done, 
they started out for the barn dance.  When they were inside, the Hills all spread 
out to accomplish their assigned task.  Jake kept a tight grip on John's hand, 
who followed the big man like a docile puppy.

John's head was spinning with all of the sights and sounds.  He was just a little 
scared, and was happy the brother that she came with held her hand.  It made 
him feel . . . safe, although he should have felt just the opposite!  He became 
aware that everybody was looking at him.  They were all smiling at him for 
some reason.

Then John noticed that all of the men and boys were looking at him . . . 
differently.  They all seemed to be looking at his chest rather than his face.  
John looked down to see what they were looking at. He realized through his 
clouded mind that it was his boobies.  They all liked his boobies, and he liked it 
when people liked him.   It made him happy that people like to look at him.

Again, in response to those stares, John felt his nipples start to stiffen.  
Involuntarily, his gaze shifted from their eyes to their crotch.  They had the 
most appealing bulges there!

There was one boy in particular that couldn't take his eyes off of John.  John 
stared right back, and there seemed to be some type of electricity between 
them.  Despite his condition John thought the boy was . . . handsome.  He tried 
to move away from Jake toward the boy because something within in him 
wanted to touch, and be touched.  He was yanked back by Jake.

Jake recognized Billy Miller straightaway.  He was staring at the small girl in 
his hand, but fortunately, Denny had already intercepted Billy.  No doubt he 
was telling Billy that it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.  That 
respite gave Jake enough time to spot Danny Zook, the 21 year old son of their 
host.  He was alone.

Jake went up to the boy, John in tow.

"Hey there, Danny.  Pa wanted me ta thank yer family fer throwing the barn 
dance," said Jake, sincerely.

Danny turned to see Jake and John.  "Oh. Hi, Jake.  Hi . . . Daisy."

John just looked at the boy.

"She says hello in  er own way, Danny.  She's a kinda slow, y'know."

"Ah knows that, Jake.  Ah've lived here alla mah life.  Everyone knows  bout 
yer sister.   Cept we all heard rumors that she was dead  n all."

"Nah.  She was jus' unner the weather fer awhile.  As ya can see, she's a back to  
er ole' self."

"She shoah is purty.  An' them titties . . . ah shoah would like ta have me some 
a' that.  Billy is darned lucky."

"Y'all can git lucky, Billy."

Meanwhile, John was quickly bored by all of this conversation that he just 
couldn't comprehend.  His attention span was microscopic now.  He was 
starting to look around at all of the other boys looking at them.  Something 
inside of him made him want to go to them so badly.  His breasts and vulva 
were so aroused now . . . and needed attention.

The needs of his new body were starting to overwhelm all of John's coherent 
thought.

"Whadda ya mean, Jake?"

"Is there somewhere's we can talk in private?"

"Shoah . . . we have a shed out there in the back."  Danny gestured over his 
shoulder.

"C'mon then.  Ah gots some Hill family bizness ta discuss wit' ya."

Danny nodded to Jake, and led the three of them out to the shed.  Once out in 
the shed, away from the rest of the maddening throng, Jake spoke a again, in 
hushed tones, to Danny.  John was just looking around the shed, but had 
started to absently rub his private parts again.

"We Hills gots us a family tradition, Danny.  We gives the bride to the oldest 
son o' whoever hosts the pre-weddin' barn dance.  Ya gets ta do whatever ya 
want to her fer jus' one night."

Danny couldn't believe his good fortune.  He had always lusted after Daisy 
Hill, and she was the best looking girl in this part of Kentucky.  He had 
fantasized about her many times . . . with explosive results.

"Yer havin' fun wit' me, ain't ya Jake?"

"Nope.  Ah'm bein' straight wit' ya.  Only one catch tho.  Ya can't say nuthin' 
ta no one . . . not even yer folks.  It'd be a secret between ya an' the Hills.  Can 
ya do that?"

Danny gulped.  His deepest fantasy was coming true.  "I swear, Jake.  Fer a 
tumble wit Daisy, ah'll never say nuthin'"

"Good!" replied Jake, putting John's hand into Danny's.  "If'n ya say a word, 
the Hills'll git ya.  Unnerstand?'
 
"I gots it Jake."

"I'll be right outside.  You  n Daisy have fun."

Jake then directed his attention at John.  "Daisy?  Ah'm gonna be jus' right 
outside.  You'n Danny have fun . . . hear?"

John nodded, as Jake exited the shed.

John looked up at Danny.  He didn't know who this boy was, but he was 
making him feel all funny again.  Then the boy put his hand on his big boobies, 
and started to play with them.  It made John feel so good.

"Ah've been wantin' to do that fer a long time Daisy.  Shoot, everyone in these 
here parts does.  You is the purtiest durn thing we ever did see."

More big words that John no longer understood.  All that he did understand 
was how this boy was making him feel.  He wanted more . . . much, much 
more!  John took Danny's other hand, placing it on the front panel of his 
sopping wet shorts.

Danny understood his intent right away, and he started to rub the small girl 
there.  

John began to pull down Danny's pants . . . desperately.

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Outside, Jake started to hear desperate cries of distress from inside the shed.  
The voice sound like Danny's.  Suddenly, Jake was consumed with the thought 
that their plan was falling apart, and if Jeremiah found out, he'd be skinned 
alive.  He couldn't let that happen, since he had been left in charge.

Jake rushed back to the door to determine exactly what the problem was.  
However, when he opened the door, he was greeted to a sight that told him that 
all was as it should be.  There, before his eyes was the sight of John in his 
naked sister's body going down on an equally naked Danny.  The new Daisy 
was impaling his throat over and over on Danny's stiff manhood.  Her big 
boobs were flopping around all over the place.

Granny had been right after all.

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That night, John slept in Daisy's bed dreaming of the wonderful time that he 
had with Danny.  He dreamt of afterwards when he danced with all of the boys 
at the dance.  John smiled in his repose . . . never in all his life was he so . . . 
happy.

However, there was a man in his dreams that kept trying to interfere with his 
happiness. He recognized the man . . . his name was . . . John.  The man didn't 
want him . . . no . . . that wasn't right . . . her . . . to have fun anymore.  She 
remembered, dimly, that she used to be him.  How could that be, her mind 
twisted.  I can't be him because I have such big boobies and a little slit.

The man scared her now, threatened to take away what made her so happy.  
Daisy thought over and over in her head, Go away . . . bad man.  I don't like 
you anymore.  Go away!

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Daisy felt herself being shaken awake.  She opened her eyes to see the person 
that she recognized as Granny.  She was still so frightened from the terrible 
dreams that she'd had that she immediately held on to the older woman, and 
held on tight.

"There, there, Sugah.  It were jus' a bad dream . . . thas' all.  Yer gonna have few 
nights o' them dreams as your mind adjusts ta being' you.  It's just gettin' rid p 
all that stuff it don' need no more.  All you's gotta do is jus' let it go, like 
Granny tole you."

Daisy was sobbing now with sad little sniffles.  Granny pulled the petite little 
girl away from her.

"You be okay.  Right, Daisy."  Granny smiled at her granddaughter.

Daisy smiled back.  She really was Daisy now, although diffuse thoughts and 
images of who she used to be lingered.  That would be all over in a matter of 
days . . .leaving only Daisy.

"You got ta get up now, Baby.  Yer weddin' ta Billy's in about two hours.  I 
gots ta get ya ready."

The mention of the word Billy struck a resonant chord in Daisy.  She 
remembered her brothers calling this boy Billy last night.  They wouldn't let 
her see Billy . . . and it made her sad.  The name called up an image of the 
handsome lad in her overtaxed brain.  She remembered his face . . . his body . . . 
and the big, big bulge in his pants.  That brought a big smile to the young girl's 
face.

Granny saw that smile, and reacted accordingly.

"That's right.  Billy.  We gotta get you ready ta meet Billy."

Daisy went willingly along with Granny.

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It took all of the two hours to get Daisy ready for the ceremony.  While the 
rest of the Hill clan set up the chairs and reception area, Granny fussed over 
her new granddaughter.  It was especially difficult because the person inside 
didn't know how to do any of the things that a girl her age should know.

Granny had to show Daisy how to sit to pee, clean herself after peeing, and 
even how to towel off after taking a bath.  Daisy tried very hard how to 
remember all of the things Granny was telling her about how to clean herself 
after sex, which incidently they had to do after the tumble with Danny.  It took 
Granny for ever to get the dried sperm out of Daisy's pubic hair and vagina.

After that, Granny showed Daisy how to wash and condition her long hair 
with the natural plants and herbs that she had concocted.  It wasn't too hard to 
teach Daisy how to do her hair, as the natural tousled look just seemed to work 
so well for her.  There was no need to change perfection.  After coming it out, 
to rid her of all of the snags and snarls, Granny just had her shake her head, and 
then style it with her fingers.

Granny harumphed, "Julia Roberts should be so proud!"

The hardest thing, however, was teaching Daisy how to put on women's 
clothing.  The panties were easy enough, but the bra was something else.  
Daisy was all confused because she could tell that somehow it was all wrong.  
She wasn't supposed to be wearing a bra.  She wasn't supposed to have big 
breasts.

Granny was quick to sooth the panicking Daisy.  "Shhh.  It's okay, Sugah.  I 
know it's a little strange, but y'all get used ta it soon enuff.  Ya can't have them 
big ole' things bouncing around everywhere's.   Ya gots ta beat boys away wit' a 
stick as it is.   Jus' trust yer ole' Granny."

Daisy did.  She tried to remain calm as Granny showed her how to put the big 
boobs into the cups, and how to fasten it behind her.  She felt so . . . strange 
with the feeling of straps on her shoulders.  The feeling of a bra holding her 
boobies in place was so . . . weird.

She did love her boobies though!

The last thing was the wedding dress.  It was a simple white dress that Granny 
had worn when she got married, so many years ago.  Off white would have 
been a more accurate description, as it had yellowed slightly with age.  Granny 
had to alter the bodice somewhat to accommodate Daisy's ample cleavage.  She 
had to shorten it somewhat to account for her diminutive height.

Still, when it was all done, Daisy was as pretty a mountain bride as there ever 
was.  She stood in front of the mirror just staring at herself.  As a last touch, 
Granny had tucked her hair behind one ear, adding a daisy above the ear.

The former John looked at herself hard in the mirror.  She took in every detail 
from the small slender body, flaring into birthing hips to the cleavage 
threatening to spill from her bodice to the lovely face with rich brown eyes.  
Yes . . . she had seen this image before.  This was Daisy.  She was Daisy!  
Now it all made sense why everyone was calling her by that name.

There was a knock on the door, to which Granny responded, "What is it?"

It was Jeremiah.  "Ma?  Everyone's a here.  Billy's in place, n' we're a ready ta 
start."

"We's ready to, ain't we Daisy?"

Daisy recognized her name now, nodding yes.

"Is we gonna need the shotguns, Ma?"

"Best ta bring  em.  She had a few spells while's we was getting ready.  A 
thought she was gonna  member who she was fer a second when we got to the 
bra, but it all worked out.  Better bring  em anyway . . . jus' in case."

Granny open the door so that Jeremiah could see his new daughter.  He 
whistled.

"I never seen anythin' that purty in all a' my years.  Wit' her sex drive, Billy's 
gonna be a happy man.  Feud's gonna be done fer shoah."

"An' ah might be a Great Granny for too long!" noted Granny.

They heard the music starting up outside, so Jeremiah took Daisy's hand and 
put it on his arm.  He led her outside to the place where the wedding was 
supposed to start.  However, he paused at tha back of the aisle leading up to 
the alter.  There was a strange man there, who was very well dressed.  It was 
clear he was from the city.

Before proceeding to the alter, Jeremiah asked the man.  "Who is you?  What is 
you doin' here?"

The man responded.  "Name's Brown.  Nate Brown.  I'm looking for a friend of 
mine named Johnny, who took a little trip up around these parts.  I wonder if 
you may have seen him?"

"Ah don' remember no Johnny," said Jeremiah.  Granny had taken her seat at 
the front awaiting the procession.  He looked nervously down at Daisy who 
was starting to react to the name Johnny, as well as the sight of Nate Brown.  
Something was stirring inside of her.

"Let me show you a picture," asked Nate, flashing a picture of John to 
Jeremiah.

"Nope.  Don't recognize the man."

Nate directed the picture at Daisy.  "How about you miss?"

"She cain't speak . . . Mr. Brown.  She's mute."

Jeremiah's statement was just enough to distract Nate's attention away from 
Daisy who had by now recognized her former self from the picture.  She 
started to remember Nate.  She wanted to say something, but could not.

Jeremiah felt Daisy's uneasiness on his arm.  His hand tightened around the 
shotgun in the other arm.  He started to lead Daisy away from her former 
friend, saying over his shoulder, "If'n ya don' mind, it's mah daughter's weddin' 
day."

"Oh.  I'm sorry," apologized Nate.

"Not a tall, stranger.  Please stay an' enjoy wit' us."  There was nothing else for 
Jeremiah to do without being obvious.

"Thanks Mr. Hill.  I think I will," was Nate's reply accepting the invitation.

Jeremiah couldn't worry about that right now.  Daisy was resisting going 
forward, and she could tell that this was all wrong.  She kept on looking back 
over her shoulder at Nate.  Jeremiah sensed that everything was on the verge of 
falling apart.  Granny sensed it too.  Something had to be done to divert the 
silly girl's short attention span away from the intruder.

Granny scrambled back in the aisle, turning Daisy's eyes to face forward.  She 
pointed up at the strapping young lad at the alter, using the only weapon that 
she had.

"Look Daisy.  It's Billy . . . he's a waitin' fer ya."

That did the trick.  Daisy looked up to see the boy that had drawn her so at the 
dance last night.  Jeremiah felt all of the fight drain out of the girl.

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"Do you, Billy Miller take Daisy Hill ta be yer lawfully wedded bride?" asked 
the preacher.

"Ah do!" declared Billy.

"Then I hereby pronounce you man and wife.  You may kiss the bride, Son."

Billy leaned over to kiss Daisy.  Daisy hesitated for a second, sensing that if 
she kissed this boy, nothing would be the same.  She could never go back again.  
She looked again at Nate, and was if she were torn in two directions.  However, 
she knew that if she didn't kiss, Billy she would never get to have her fun with 
him.

In the end, there was never really a choice.  Daisy closed her eyes, and met 
Billy's kiss with an open mouth.  Sh took his tongue into her mouth and just 
sucked on it, the way she wanted to suck on his big prick.

"Whoa, whoa!" said the preacher, breaking the two up.  "There's a plenty a' 
time fer that on the honeymoon."

He turned back to the rest of the gallery, "Fer the first time ever, I present 
Billy and Daisy Miller.  The Hill-Miller feud is officially over.  Let the 
celebratin' begin."

Nobody saw Nate Brown slip away in all of the hooting and hollering, 
especially Daisy.  She and Billy had slipped away to consummate their union 
before anyone was the wiser.

As for Daisy?  She just let go!

Fin