Grace looked around at the others and realized that there was another pattern right before her - the color of the swimsuits.
She turned back towards Charles and Richard. "It seems that the people wearing the same color end up together."
All three looked down at themselves, seeing that they were all wearing the same color - green.
"So what does this mean? That we're going to end up together? The three of us?" Charles asked.
"It looks like it, yes," Grace said, not liking the idea of turning into a guy with two lovers. She had heard of playboys who liked to date two women at the same time (and the women were fine with it), but she never would have thought that she would become like the playboy. She shook her head, trying to push those thoughts away. All three of them were definitely changing by now, but it looked like it might take a while for the changes to be completed. Perhaps they could find a way to reverse whatever this was or at least stop it before things went too far.
As Grace stood there, her age had decreased even more, going from about 44 years old to 37 years old. She could feel the vitality of youth that she had had so long ago pulsing through her body. That was, of course, favorable (who wouldn't want to be young again?), but what wasn't favorable was that she was continually becoming less feminine and more masculine as time went on, as well.
