A Night They'll Never Forget pt. 2

The frat house was alive with energy—walls shaking from bass-heavy music, floors sticky with spilled beer, and students packed shoulder-to-shoulder, shouting, laughing, and dancing. In the middle of it all stood William, now in Eric’s youthful body, beaming with boyish charm beneath his backward cap. He rocked the yellow Michigan tee like he’d worn it his whole life, the silver cross of the heirloom gleaming around his neck as it bounced against his chest.

Henry, in John’s taller, athletic body, towered nearby in a white #25 jersey, sipping a drink and flirting with a group of girls near the pong table.

“Kid’s got good knees,” Henry said with a grin, stretching his legs. “I can jump stairs again!”

William laughed and gave a playful shove. “I got asked if I was a freshman or sophomore. You believe that? I told her ‘super senior.’ She said that was hot.”

They clinked cups and howled with laughter, reveling in the warm glow of youth, their aging joints and gray hairs nothing but a memory now.

But the moment was shattered when the front door swung open, and in stepped two older men—William and Henry’s true bodies—now inhabited by Eric and John.

Eric, in William’s cowboy-hatted, silver-haired form, looked furious as he pushed through the crowd. John, now in Henry’s weathered frame, trailed behind, looking equally annoyed and uncomfortable.

“There you are!” Eric snapped, storming up to his own younger body—now worn by William. “It’s been long enough. We’re swapping back. Now.”

William gave him a lazy smile. “Now? Buddy, it’s Saturday. That wasn’t the deal.”

John scowled. “You said the weekend. That means one night out and we swap back. You had your fun.”

Henry raised a brow from behind John’s tall frame. “And we’re still having it.”

William stepped in closer, the chain around his neck glinting between them. “Look, fellas. We could give the bodies back now… but why cut the weekend short? We’re just getting warmed up. You can have your bodies back Sunday night—maybe.”

Eric pointed at the necklace. “Then hand it over. If you’re not ready yet, we’ll hold onto it.”

William chuckled darkly. “Yeah, no. That’s not how this works. I told you—it’s a favor. And we’re not done cashing in.”

Without another word, he turned and disappeared into the crowd, Henry following behind with a half-hearted shrug and a wink.

Eric and John stood frozen in the sea of dancing college students, stuck in borrowed, creaking bodies that didn’t belong to them. The music blared, the party roared on, and all they could do was watch their lives—now wrapped in younger skin—slip further out of reach.

A Night They'll Never Forget pt. 1

Eric and John stood dumbfounded outside the rustic bar, its neon signs flickering temptingly above the entrance. The bouncer had just rolled his eyes and tossed their fake IDs back at them. “Nice try, boys. Come back when you’re 21.”

Frustrated and eager to salvage their night, the two frat boys were about to head back when they were approached by two older men in cowboy hats—William and Henry. Their smiles were easy, their shirts crisp, and they looked like they belonged in this place.

“You fellas trying to get in?” William asked with a grin, nodding toward the bar.

“Yeah,” Eric muttered. “Bouncer’s not having it.”

“Well,” Henry chimed in, “what if we told you we could get you inside? But it comes with a little… arrangement.”

The boys raised their eyebrows.

William reached into his shirt and pulled out a silver chain with a small, gleaming cross. “Family heirloom,” he said. “Let’s just say it’s got a bit of magic. It can swap two people’s bodies—just for a bit.”

John blinked. “You’re joking.”

“Try us,” Henry said, grinning. “You let us borrow your bodies for the weekend. We get to experience what it’s like to be young again—hit a real college party, maybe relive the glory days. In return, you two get our bodies and walk into this bar no questions asked. You get drinks, dancing, the full experience.”

Eric and John hesitated, but the thought of actually getting into the bar—and the sheer ridiculousness of the offer—pushed them over the edge. They nodded.

William unhooked the chain, said a few quiet words, and the world shimmered around them.

Suddenly, Eric found himself standing a little taller, his body broader, with gray hair peeking from beneath a cowboy hat. He looked down at his buttoned-up striped shirt and thick leather belt. “What the hell…”

John, now in Henry’s white shirt and mustached face, stared at Eric, wide-eyed. “Dude. This is insane.”

Across from them, William and Henry—now in the athletic, youthful bodies of the frat boys—stretched their limbs and smirked.

“Damn, it feels good to be twenty again,” William said, checking himself out in the window’s reflection.

“Don’t worry,” Henry told them. “You two just enjoy your weekend. And don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.”

And with that, the newly aged-up Eric and John stepped into the bar, while the older men, now young again, vanished into the night toward the wildest frat party they could find.