The Valet (Patreon)

At almost 50 years young I was used to driving posh expensive cars and when this young lad came to me at the hotel entrance and offered valet parking I was stunned at first. I checked with the hotel concierge who informed me he was indeed the hotel's latest hire and his uniform had not yet arrived. He isn't normally seen they said as guests normally hand their keys in at reception. They apologised and said they would find someone more appropriate if I wanted.

I told them it was fine and I went back outside and handed my keys to the young man. Take good care of her I said to him. In that moment as my keys landed in the palm of his hands there was some kind of connection between us. A spark. Suddenly I felt the urge to smoke a roll up.

I then watched as a man in a suit walked away from me and the car. I felt really young and lent up against my car. I looked down at myself and I was wearing a tracksuit. Not just any tracksuit, the tracksuit that the valet was wearing a few moments earlier. I realised we had swapped bodies. Fuck, how could this of happened?

My former body walked back up to me. I assumed he would, I dunno, try to swap us back. But no, he said I will take very good care of your body, sir! Providing you've looked after that young body too, we will swap back in the morning when you bring the car back.

How old am I?

Your 49, you should know that! Oh, you mean how old are you now? Your 19 and if we don't swap back tomorrow you'll probably never own a car like that ever again!

If I keep this body ill get to drive this and many others on a daily basis. What if I don't want to swap back?

That's fine with me, just don't be here tomorrow morning, I'll take that as a sign you want to keep your body. I wouldn't ring in sick though the hotel doesn't like sickness.

Oh I won't be sick its my day off tomorrow but I'll be here if I don't like what you've given me!