It was rather odd that the retirement home was so close to the frat house, but it didn’t bother either groups too much. The frat house didn’t have parties so often that it was ridiculous, but when they did have parties they were extreme rangers that were loud enough to draw the attention of a group of elderly men who were looking into being mischievous that evening.
”Don’t draw attention, we’re sneaking out remember?” The eldest of the group walked casually by the front desk currently occupied by a the sleeping night attendant. This was Ernest and he had recently purchased a book from a flea market within which contained life altering literature.
”Sorry.” Otis whispered, dragging an oxygen tank with him. This is the unfortunate effect of smoking most of his life. He would frequently refer to it as a ball and chain, since he wasn‘t able to go anywhere or do anything without it.
”Let’s go.” Harold‘s hunch back helped with keeping out of site, but the three of them were lucky that the security here was pretty relaxed. This was probably the biggest rule they were breaking since normally someone had to check them out in order to leave.
The party was pretty loud this time and the men were lucky that none of the retirement home was stirring. There were groups of young men and women gathered out in the front yard, all with red solo cups filled with their selected poison for the evening. The elderly men huddled behind a truck parked out front, peering over the bed in a rather comedic fashion.
“You’ve got the book?” Harold asked as his back made him retreat back into a curled position. Ernest pulled out the leather covered book with ripped and aged pages and flipped through it to the bookmarked excerpt.
”Ready friends?” Earnest grinned as the three men placed their index fingers on the angled symbol placed at the top of the page just above a small paragraph of text. He begins reading it as the bass bumps in the background and the symbol on the pages starts to glow. The three men all start to feel woozy the farther along they get and then just as Ernest finishes reciting the words, their eyes glow and light travels down their wrinkled skin, along their arm, into their fingers, and then finally out the center symbol on the page. Three strands of light spin in the air as their older bodies fall to the ground.
Ernest’s strand quickly departs and flys towards the frat house. Otis follows him, spiraling behind him as they flick into the party.
The DJ was jamming out and the party goers are packed in pretty tight. The alcohol smell was so potent that just inhaling would lead to a blood alcohol level unsuitable for driving. Ernest twirled with the disco lights and then found a target off in the corner. He was leaning against a bookshelf talking to a girl when she handed him her drink. She disappeared to go to the restroom and then the kid looked around to make sure no one was looking before slipping something into the drink. Ernest flicked down towards him and slammed into his face, his form swallowing his head and then dissipating into his skin. He gasped quickly and then stumbled about at Ernest got used to his new body.
”Oh shit.” He gripped a shelf and blinked a couple of times before looking up at Otis who had quickly flicked about into another body. When he came to, they both met up and immediately ripped off each other’s shirts.
”Damn you look so hot.” Otis said, going in for a kiss and they made out as the music played.
Harold had made his way inside and stayed close to the ceiling as he looked at the crowd. A shirtless guy threw down a red cup after completely chugging it’s contents and he stumbled over to the men occupied by Ernest and Otis.
“Fucking faggots.” The guy said and just as he was about to stumble into them, Harold flew directly into him chest, causing him to widen his eyes and then let out a gasp as the body’s new owner took control. He looked down at his hands and then eventually his ripped body with awe as Otis and Ernest continued to make out.
“Guys it worked.” Harold unbuttoned his jeans and shoved his hands down into his warm crotch, giving his now hardening meat a couple of pumps.
”Damn, dude, get a room.” Someone sneered as they walked past him.
”Let’s get out of here.” Otis and Ernest had detached themselves from one another and they all hurried out of the party. A couple of people shouted after them, but they needed to get out to their old bodies. The three of them stared at their old selves and then Ernest quickly picked up the book.
”C’mon. I want to test this body out.” Otis said, pulling on Ernest.
”You coming? I’ve wanted to have a threesome.” Ernest groped Harold’s ass and then a grin appeared on his face as the three of them disappeared into the night, starting a new life as three young college studs.
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