Morgan kind of missed being a kid, but she didnt want to be too young or too old. Looking at all the numbers on the elevator panel, she picked the one that seemed just right. Floor eight. As she clicked it the doors closed and the elevator began to move. As the numbers flashed in front of her, Morgan felt her body shrink with each passing floor. Signs of adolescence began to fade as the raging hormones she felt began to dim and get more confused and curious. The further she went down past teenage years her body became less mature as her breasts started to vanish. The front of her shirt diminished as her breasts pulled flat into her chest and the warmth in her groin signified the reversal of puberty. Her clothes began to alter, becoming a two piece swimsuit for her age. Staring at her face in the reflective surface of the elevator, she saw a freckled little girl she hadn't seen in many decades and that just made her grin. She felt so young, so full of energy. She didn't even notice that the navel ring was still there. The elevator continued going down as she was beginning to look more and more child like the second. Her two piece bathing suit became a one piece one with floral design as she reached 10. Once the elevator reached the 8th floor she was a perfect image of herself at age 8 wearing a disney princess bathing suit.
The elevator doors opened into a paradise, a full on beach resort inside the eighth floor of the hotel. There were slides, sand, all sorts of fun and food for kids who were running and jumping, some were animal children from other parts of the resort, and all were having a ball. Morgan took a deep breath and ...