Morgan frowned to herself. She ought to get May, she would understand, she would agree to turn back, she had to, Morgan was her mother.
Was....that was the key term. She wasn't anymore. May knew all about her body, her feelings, but she was in Morgan's body, and if Morgan saw things from a teenaged way, May would see them in an adult way. She wouldn't listen to demands, she would just do what all adults did, think they knew better. Well Morgan wasnt a child anymore, she was seventeen, she knew best what she wanted and how she felt. She also knew about the navel ring.
"She'll make me take it out!" She thought. "I wont be able to hide it from her." Just the thought and her fingers rushed to the little band of gold, now so precious to her, so covert and secret. No longer. Well, she was in charge of her own body...and she was in the transformation resort. If she wanted, she could go to any wing to change her body. Right now she was in the age wing, she knew this.
A little smirk touched her lips, her fingers tracing the ring, and as they did, her teenaged hormones began to kick in. Slowly, gingerly, slender fingers traced the smooth contours of her adolescent sex. This was her body now....she was going to enjoy it. As her finger slipped inside, and the warmth of pleasure spiked through her body, all adult resistance faded.
As she pleasured herself, and the warmth built, Morgan didn't notice black lines spiraling in a pattern around her adolescent vulva. The pattern of a celtic heart drew its way up in a descreet place above her crotch, in a place even a Mother would give her daughter due privacy over. As the heart completed, and the tip of it touched the tip of her sex...Morgan suppressed a soft squeal to not give herself away to the sleeping adult next door. The teenager smiled, accepting her body, her form, her place as a teen. Why should she be an old, frumpy adult right now? Heck, maybe why ever again! Grinning, Morgan went into the bathroom to freshen up before...