Pool party

Beth opened her eyes again as James assumed control. Ivy did the same, and the two girls looked right at each other, in shock.

"Wait, are we...?" Beth glanced around, confused. Anyone who might've been watching would have found it comical to see her happily sitting on the couch in the living room of her friend Amy's parent's house, only to be suddenly confused at her surroundings.

Ivy nodded. "This is Amy's place..." she said with awe in her voice. It's not that Luke and James were unpopular or loathed, but they were by no means considered the best their high school had to offer, physically. Beth often had that in-route because of her looks, even though her quirky personality when it came to drama and movies threw off a lot of the more popular kids. Ivy just 'joined the club' when she developed, so she was sort of like an outsider as well, but appearance was all the kids in this party cared about.

And Beth and Ivy were making a hell of an appearance... Beth had on a yellow one-piece slingback swimsuit, with some low-cut jeans that showed a bit of skin at her hips where the swimsuit and the jeans showed a considerable gap. Ivy was in a green bikini top, with presumably matching bottoms under her own jeans. To the people outside, when they glanced indoors, it just seemed like Beth and Ivy were chatting and getting ready to get in the pool.

Beth looked back at Ivy, wide-eyed, gulping. Both of them ran hands along their lycra-clad forms, shuddering with wetness building in between their legs as they saw each other in such alluring attire. James and Luke had seen Ivy and Beth like this, but something about it from their new perspectives, infiltrating a pool party, felt so different!

Beth leaned forward. "What's our mix at?" She asked.

"I think ninety percent," Ivy said. That felt about right to the two. Mostly it was James and Lucas in control of the bodies, but with just enough help from Ivy and Beth to blend in--how they spoke, walk, and moved depended on that ten percent, as well as what to do with their clothes and hair. Had they been given full control, it could have been an utter disaster, in a crowd of strangers... but that ten percent of knowledge let them smile and wave at people that they could just barely recall the names of.

Eventually, Amy Xiao strutted in, pulling up her sunglasses. "C'mon you two, I know you are always making it the Bethany and Ivy show somewhere else but I told all the other guests you were cool! Just could you please hurry it up? I've got some of that hard lemonade and there are a dozen guys that want to see your asses in swimwear, right now!

Beth scrunched her nose at that. "Two minutes, Amy, we're just about ready!" When Amy left, she turned to Ivy and whispered. "What the hell dude! I don't want you shaking my girlfriend's ass near anyone else!"

"Swear to god, I won't do a thing," Ivy said. She immediately pointed at Beth. "And the same goes for you. I'm gonna win Beth over and you're not gonna let some other guy swoop in..!"

The two clasped hands, making their pact: they were going to look sexy and have fun at the party, but they were doing it for each other--not for the other handsome losers there!

Despite said pact, nerves ran high. Beth and Ivy both removed their jeans, and felt... exposed. It wasn't totally bizarre, but it definitely felt off versus board shorts or something. Ivy was constantly adjusting that bikini top, and it felt like Beth was often tugging the suit down at her hips... but the two eventually strolled out. Whistles and cheers came out from the crowd, as the two strolled nervously along the concrete path to stand over by Amy for a bit. All four of the Ascend users knew Amy, so it was easier to talk to her as they obliged by grabbing a bottle of hard lemonade. Usually rule-followers and not one to drink until it was legal, they realized still that when in Rome...

Amy grinned. "Glad you two babes could make it. Those are some great suits! Everyone's already loving the view of those asses, I'm sure. Dean couldn't stop talking about you girls earlier, you know." She nudged the two with a wink. "When are you gonna drop the brain cases and move on to someone in your league? I love Luke and Jim to pieces, you know, but, just... have you looked at Dean?"

Amy motioned to one of the guys over by the edge of the pool, a towel in his hand. Dean was one of the high school's star baseball players, and everyone knew he could get any girl he wanted at the school with just the right smile.

...Almost any.

"No way," Beth quickly said. "Not interested." Ivy nodded in agreement, with a humph.

Amy looked at the two girls like they were insane. "Beth, you're not even dating anyone right now! I already told him that he's got a shot with you so if you value our friendship, you won't screw this up for me, because he's friends with Tony and I'm gonna let Tony do whatever he wants to me if Dean tells him I'm interested."

Great. Friendships are already on the line.

"Whatever, Beth can do what she wants," Ivy said, glaring at Amy. "It just so happens that she and Luke might make a bigger splash. Don't put so much pressure on her. C'mon, Beth." Ivy immediately carted Beth off to another area of the pool, leaving Amy stunned and stewing a bit.

Fortunately, there were plenty of other people at the party that James and Lucas kind of knew, at least enough to have a conversation. Sipping on the hard lemonade, the girls seem to get a little caught up in their situation. Ivy and Beth, giggly and tipsy, end up in the pool, splashing around together where everyone could see their lovely bodies gliding through the water, enjoying the cool water in the heat of the sun as summer fast approached. From afar, people watched approvingly of these girls that seemed less conscious of the eyes on them than they normally would have been after having one or two of those drinks. Maybe that was one of the intended perks of having the two guys in charge of the bodies, ignorance to the situation?

Either way, when they finally climbed out of the pool, shimmying their chest and asses at each other playfully--a fact that did not go ignored by some of the more curious partygoers--it was a coin toss whether they would notice that Dean and his handsy friend Mark were heading towards the two girls, probably thinking they would be easy targets for the taking now with no boyfriends to protect them. If they spotted the two in time, maybe they could brace themselves for whatever was coming. If they didn't catch sight of them, who knows what those guys might do if they get their hands on the swimwear-clad bodies, expecting something in return for gracing them with the touch of one of the most popular guys in school...