Later that evening, after dinner, the "mother and daughter" pair retired to their rooms, only, the opposite rooms they'd originally had. Morgan had booked separate rooms to give her and May some space, and now the adult turned teen had the card to her former daughter's room, and the teen turned mother had the key to her mother's room.
"Hey Morgan," May said, holding HER keycard. The seventeen year old looked to her.
"Yeah...May?" She asked, still not used to it. '
"Mom" May corrected, giving her a stern look. Strangely, Morgan felt herself wither a bit under her stare.
"Mom right..."
"Sleep well, okay! Don't go sneaking out tonight, if you need something call me."
"Pshhh I will!" Morgan said, rolling her eyes. Who did she think she was, bossing her around! "You don't have to treat me like a kid."
"You are a kid now, remember?" May reminded her. "You're seventeen, I know what you're going through, and I saw you watching those boys at the other table tonight."
Morgan blushed, averting her eyes. "I just uhm...was wondering who they were." She squirmed to think about it. Those boys were probably her age, pretty handsome. She'd wanted to go sit with them, being with her Mom though prevented that. Wait...there it was. She was thinking of May as her mother...but she wasnt, not really.
"Must be the change," She thought to herself. Then aloud, "I promise MOM!"
"Good, well good night honey." May said, and went inside.
Morgan waited a moment, listening for the other door to latch. For a second she thought about going right there and then, but Morgan knew that May would likely be waiting to hear her go into her room, so she did. Entering the room, she closed and locked the door behind her.
"Finally," She sighed, moving over and flopping on the bed. She removed the heel's she'd worn and rubbed her feet. "Those things are such a drag..." She thought to herself. She turned on the tv, but after a moment, she found herself drawn to the mirror and switched it off. Padding over barefoot, she stared at the image.
May's face stared back at her, May's face but her eyes. It was strange, looking in the mirror, seeing her daughter, seeing the teenaged girl she'd become. She had to admit, she -was- kind of pretty, heck she was hot. A nagging at the back of her brain irritated her, telling her it should be strange to think this way, but she dismissed it and pondered what to do next.