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Naomi had gotten out of her car and looked at her phone. No way, there was no way in hell this was the right place. It was literally just three trailers in the middle of nowhere, outside of town. She looked at her phone again, checking her route, finally checking her address.

She shook her head in annoyance. Damn it, she thought as she looked at her phone, she had put in the wrong address! God, how did she manage to get it so wrong? She could have kicked herself at what she did, taking two addresses and accidentally mashing them together when she put them in the GPS.

She realized she wouldn't be meeting her friends in any realistic timeframe, so she went to text them. She went to get in her car, her focus on sending them the message that she'd either have to cancel or be considerably late.

She never heard the door to the one trailer open and only heard a rush of compressed air before feeling a pinch on her neck. She turned and saw a man with a dark smile, holding a dart gun. Oh god, she thought as she felt faint, no...

He walked over of the trailer a couple of hours later, a hand on a feminine hip, stretching a little as he took those first few steps outside. It felt so strange but so nice, having his head stitched onto her pretty body. How she managed to find this place he had no idea, but she couldn't be allowed to leave, so they went with this. Besides, he had always wanted a woman's body and he knew with it he could really raise the morale of the rest of the underground medical team here!