Morgan grinned. She was only seventeen again once. Maybe it was the teenaged rebellious nature or hormones kicking in, but she wanted to go out and explore the resort some more. Rummaging through Mays, no her suitcase, she found a pair of bluejeans, a bra, and a blue blouse that fit just tightly enough all together to show off her body. The shirt was cut low, just enough one could see her navel and the ring it bore. She grinned as she tried them on and posed around.
"Not bad girl." She thought. Grabbing some socks, she dug out a pair of old, worn red converse sneakers, tied them on and stood in place. The transformation was complete. No one would suspect she'd been a 40 something year old mother just a little while ago. Grabbing her purse, her keycard and a few other things, she crept outside and put a "Do not disturb" on her door.
Tiptoing past May's room, she put her ear to the door. She could just hear a tv but she was pretty sure she was asleep. With a sly grin, Morgan hurried to the elevators.