> 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? 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 butt 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 butt 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!
>
> P.S. I must say that last year I thought someone had
> stolen my breasts. I was lying in bed and they were
> gone! As I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see
> that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I
> slept.
>
> Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.