It was the first week of summer, and with college classes finally on pause, Logan and Caleb had shifted their business into full gear—now open to anyone willing to pay their fee, not just university students. Their ad had made its way into some niche forums and word-of-mouth started spreading fast. That’s how they got Harold.
Harold was in his seventies and absolutely not in the mood for his annual golf outing with his old colleagues. According to him, it was six hours of bragging, sweating, and pretending not to have lower back pain. So instead, he showed up at Logan and Caleb’s apartment with an envelope of cash and a simple request: “Make sure I don’t look like a total jackass out there.”
Logan grinned. “You’ll be the life of the party.”
With a handshake and a surge of energy, the swap took place—Logan’s ability flaring to life and pulling his mind into Harold’s body. The next moment, Logan was standing in the living room as a tanned, grizzled old man with gray stubble and a tired pair of eyes. He stretched his limbs, rolled his shoulders, and looked down at himself. The fit wasn’t as spry as what he was used to, but it had a certain charm—especially with the old-man khakis and polo.
A few hours later, Logan-as-Harold was standing next to three other retirees at the golf course, club in hand and a red cap shading his eyes. “You guys ready to lose today or what?” he said with a smirk, channeling all the energy of a young guy in an old man’s body.
The others chuckled, clearly not expecting Harold to be this energetic. He cracked jokes, took confident swings, and even flirted with the golf cart girl—just a little, just enough to make his new friends raise their eyebrows.
By the end of the day, Harold’s colleagues were slapping him on the back, telling him he hadn’t looked that alive in years.
When Logan returned to the apartment later that night and swapped back, Harold blinked, stunned.
“You… you actually had fun?”
Logan just grinned. “Told you I would.”
Harold shook his head in disbelief. “You might’ve just saved this tradition.”
Logan laughed. “Glad to be of service, Mr. Hole-in-One.”
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