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Molly and her photographer Stella got out of Stella's car and looked around the old farmstead. There was the farmhouse, and that thing looked like it would either stay like that for eternity or fall down in five minutes, with either an equal possibility. There was also an old barn, plus a toolshed, a workshop, a and what looked like the ruins of another house.

Both of them smiled at each other. It was perfect. The picturesque countryside, the fields that the grass and taken back, the dilapidated backdrops that the buildings provided, it would work perfectly for the shoot. She got her first outfit ready, a simple short-sleeved red shirt, a red and black plaid skirt, black pantyhose, and black heels and they immediately went to work, her posing and her photographer doing her best to capture every single viable shot.

They didn't even get to her other two outfits, that first outfit worked so well for the shoot and the scenery. By the time it was starting to turn to evening they had decided that the shoot was a great success. They decided to do one last set, seeing if they could catch some inside of the house. They figured the shadows and the natural light would allow for some striking shots.

The first few were indeed excellent photos, the ones in the kitchen and living room. They thought about going upstairs, but decided against it. They had already run a risk just being on first floor and the uncertain integrity of its flooring and neither of them wished to press it. They were just about to head out when they both heard a door knob turn and heard a creak of a door.

They were in the living room at the time and saw a tall, strong man in his early forties walk into the living room from the basement. Both froze for a second, as they were told that this place had been abandoned for years. They went to run...

He smiled as he walked beside the restored old well just behind the farmhouse. The well was deep and dark, the perfect place for getting rid of things that no one wanted found. He knew that his old body was down there right now, along with what was left of that model and her photographer. As his friend's surgery finished, he decided to take a stroll, deciding it would be a good idea to get used to his new womanly body.

It was interesting, they hadn't planned on doing a surgery today, much less two, but they did wander in to their lair, and while they could have let them leave, their bodies were much to nice to not have for themselves!