Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys
were stolen while he was passed out. Well, read on. While the kidney
story was an urban legend, this one is not. It's happening every day.
My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago.
It was just that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up
with someone else's thighs. The new ones had the texture of cooked
oatmeal. Who would have done such a cruel thing to legs that had been
mine for years? Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine?
I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and
angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy
pantyhose. Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck
again.
My ass was next.
I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match
my new rear end to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. I couldn't
believe that my new ass was attached at least three inches lower
than my original. Now, my rear complemented my legs, lump for lump.
Frantic, I prayed that long skirts would stay in fashion.
It was two years ago when I realized my arms had been switched.
One morning I was fixing my hair and I watched horrified but fascinated
as the flesh of my upper arms swung to and fro with the
motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary. My body
was being replaced one section at a time. How clever and fiendish.
Age? Age had nothing to do with it. Age is supposed to creep up,
unnoticed, something like maturity. NO, I was being attacked
repeatedly and without warning. In despair, I gave up my T-shirts.
What could they do to me next?
My poor neck suddenly disappeared faster than the Thanksgiving turkey
it now resembled. That's why I decided to tell my story. I can't
take on the medical profession by myself. Women of the world, wake
up and smell the coffee. That really isn't plastic that those surgeons
are using.
You KNOW where they are getting those replacement parts, don't you? The
next time you suspect someone has had a face "lifted", look again. Was
it lifted from you? I think I finally found my thighs - and I hope that
Cindy Crawford paid a really good price for them!
This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town every
night. WARN YOUR FRIENDS!
