The two new arrivals in green were both in bodysuits, and like their forebears had definite irish features. They were both men, and while they looked slightly different (thanks to their different mothers), they were unmistakably brothers.
"Oh my, this is a problem," one of them said in a slight irish accent. "Seems Grayson couldn't keep to just one of the others."
"Well that certainly won't do," the other agreed. "Not only are we related, but we're both male. We cannot prove to be equivalents like this."
"Certainly not. Seems as if the fourth member of our sires hasn't even arrived yet."
"Quit true. I doubt we'll get the chance for a proper pair for a little while now."
"Agreed. But in the meantime, there's still a matter of our redundancy. There can only be one for each pairing, as I'm sure you know."
"Quite true. I suppose there's only one thing left do about it, then."
"Yes, it would appear so," the other man in green said, befor the two of them walked to a secluded corner of the pool to solve the problem.
Grayson, Rily, and Carly, meanwhile, had witnessed the entire discourse, and were for there part quite confused.
Meanwhile, the newest resident of the pool had caught the attention of Mikey, who walked over to the newcomer with an inexplicable curiosity.
The newest pool person was Zelda Whitefield, one of Zoe's and formerly Athena's friends and a self proclaimed cyber goth. She was dressed in only a white speedo, her pale skin and breasts left completely bare.
Realizing her situation, Zelda instinctively covered her breasts. "What the fuck?" she cried, looking around at the strange members of the pool party.
Mikey smiled, amused by Zelda's alarm. As he reached her, the last remnant of his masculinity shriveled away, leaving him completely female. "Hey there," the newly minted woman said. "I'm Makelina. Got a problem?"
