Wendy smiled a crooked smile as she watched her "sister" leave the topless pool area with a man who was escorting her along in a firm but gentlemanly manner.
"He looooks hhot!" she slurred, barely holding onto a yellow floatation noodle while a fellow drunk patron tried to pull her back into the deep. It was a thirtyish man that was actually a few years younger than Wendy in her old body, but in her new body, made him look just a twinge like lecherous adult man preying on a barely legal college aged coed.
Without realizing the implications of what she was saying, Wendy muttered to herself “Carl looks ssso hhhapppy. III hhhope that ssshe nnnnever cccchangess back and gets married to that guy.”
Wendy also wished silently that she was the owner of this hotel, that she owned Vegas, and that every night could be a giant hedonistic party for her like it was tonight.